Your Favorite Song Lyrics

Blurry by Puddle of Mudd

Everything's so blurry everything's so fake,
Everybody's empty and everything is so messed up.
Preoccupied without you I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you I stumble and I crawl.
And you could be my someone you could be my scene,
You know that I'll protect you from all of the obscene.
I wonder what you're doing imagine where you are.
There's oceans in between us, but that's not very far.

Chorus
Can you take it all the way? Can you take it all the way?
Well you shoved it in my face - this pain you gave to me.
Can you take it all the way? Can you take it all the way?
Well you shoved it in my face - this pain you gave to me.

Everyone is changing, there's no one left that's real,
Make up your own ending and let me know just how you feel.
Cause I am lost without you I cannot live at all,
My whole world surrounds you I stumble then I crawl.
And you could be my someone, you can be my scene,
You know that I'll save you from all of this unclean.
I wonder what you're doing I wonder where you are,
There's oceans in between us, but that's not very far.

Chorus

Nobody told you what you thought.
Nobody told me what to say.
Everyone showed you where to turn, showed you when to run away
Nobody showed you where to hide
Nobody told you what to say
Everyone showed you where to turn, showed you when to run away.

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"I was walking down the street with my friend and he said, "I hear music", as if there is any other way you can take it in. You're not special, that's how I receive it too. I tried to taste it but it did not work." - Mitch Hedberg

I love it. It's so melodic. Great, great song. I didn't know what it was about, but it doesn't change my enjoyment of it much. Got a great guitar solo, too. Gotta have more cow bell, baby!

Dude, I saw you replying to this thread and totally called it. I knew it was only a matter of time before you or Sades posted the lyrics. Good song.

Great song. T's, however, was an awful choice. Blech!

Pshaw. Balderdash. The song's a classic. I stand by it. Cow bell, baby.

It's all about meaning...okay??!! It can sound good, but if the meaning is screwy, you can have it.

Wha? Wouldn't the way it sounds be the most important part? Meaning is indeed important (one of the reasons I prefer the Psalms), but if I just wanna hear good music...well, meaning takes a back seat.

Oh yeah: cow bell. I've got a fever...and the only prescription, is more cow bell.

Puddle of Mudd...blecchhh. Lots of "new" metal bands get on my nerves...they all sound the same, the lyrics are ****e, the guitars are unoriginal and boring, and they're all whining about the same thing.

I don't know, I'm a snob when it comes to music. For perspective, my favorite recent albums are:

Vespertine by Bjork
Toxicity by System of a Down
It's a Wonderful Life by Sparklehorse
Get Ready by New Order
Poses by Rufus Wainwright (by far my favorite)
Is this It by The Strokes
The Blueprint and Unplugged by Jay-Z
Stillmatic by Nas
I Might be Wrong by Radiohead
Love and Theft by Bob Dylan
Reveal by REM
the Vanilla Sky soundtrack
Rock Steady by No Doubt
Songs from the West Coast by Elton John
the Moulin Rouge soundtrack
The Cold Vein by Cannibal Ox
Still I'm with you by The Avalanches


And of course, my favorite older album of the moment is Kind of Blue by Miles Davis.

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**** the Lakers!

At words poetic I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest - unexpressed.
I hate parading my serenading,
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.

You're the top! you're the Collosseum,
You're the top! you're the Louvre Museum,
You're the melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare Sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse!

You're the Nile! You're the Tow'r of Pisa,
You're the smile, of the Mona Lisa!
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop!
But if baby I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top, you're Mahatma Gandhi,
You're the top! you're Napoleon brandy,
You're the purple light, of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gallery, you're Garbo's salary,
You're cellophane!

You're sublime, you're a turkey dinner,
You're the time, of the Derby Winner,
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop;
But if baby I'm the bottom you're the top!

You're the top, you're a Waldorf salad
You're the top, you're a Berlin ballad
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire
You're an O'Neal drama, you're Whistler's mama, you're camembert

You're a rose, you're inferno's Dante
You're the nose, on the great Durante
I'm a mazy lout who is just about to stop
But if baby I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

"You're the Top"

Lyrics: Cole Porter
Sung by: Various (Ella, Ethel, Babs et al.)

Robot Devil:
Gentlemen!

Bender:
Ah, crap, singing -- mind if I smoke?

Robot Devil:
Ciagrs are evil, you won't miss 'em,
We'll find ways to simulate that smell!
What a sorry fella! Rolled up and smoked like a, banachella!*
Here on level one of Robot Hell!

Gambling's wrong, and so is cheating,
So is forging phony I.O.U's!
Let's let lady luck decide, what type of torture's justified,
A pitfall here on on level two!

Oooh! Deep fried robot!


Bender:
Just tell me whyyyyyy!

Robot Devil:
Please read this fifty-five page warrant!

Bender:
There must be robots worse than IIIIIIIIIIIIII!

Robot Devil:
We checked around, there really aren't!

Bender:
Well please let me explain me crimes were merely boysih pranks!

Robot Devil:
You stole from boy scouts, nuns and banks!

Bender:
Aw, don't blame me, blame my upbringin'!

Robot Devil:
Please stop singing, while I'm singing!

Selling bootleg tapes is wrong! Musicians need that income to survive!

Beastie Boys:
Hey Bender, gonna make some noise,
Witcha hard drive scratched by the Beastie Boys!
That's watcha, watcha, watcha get on level five!


Fry:
I don't feel welllllllllllllllllll!

Leela:
It's up to us to rescuse him!

Fry:
Maybe he likes it here in helllllllllll!

Leela:
It's us who tempted him to sin!

Fry:
Maybe he's back at the hotellllllllllll!"

Leela:
C'mon Fry, don't be scared!
I'm sure at least on of us will be spared,
So just sit back, enjoy the ride!

Fry:
My *** has blisters from the slide!!


Robot Devil:


Fencing diamonds, fixing ****-fights,
Publishing indecent magazines,
You'll pay for every crime, knee deep in elecretic slime,
You'll suffer 'till the end off time,
Enduring tortures, most of which rhyme,
Trapped forever, here in:

ROBOT HE-E-E-E-E-E-ELL!

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www.esotericrabbit.com

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake; waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday,
man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus; goo goo g'joob.

Mister city policeman sitting pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying. I'm crying, I'm crying.

Yellow matter custard; dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus; goo goo g'joob.

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus; goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.

Semolina pilchard; climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna,
man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus; goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.

Toadies - Possum Kingdom

Chris! Why do you like these songs about boyfriends wanting to murder their girlfriends! You're creeping me out man! Read those lyrics?!

It's a good song! Doesn't matter what the words are. It's funny how creepy it is at the end, too. Don't worry: I assure you I have many non-homicidal tracks on my playlist.

It IS a great song. I just find it slightly chilling that you post homicidal song lyrics. You freak! You call ME scary.

LITTLE BITCH BOYS THINKING NOTHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN HEAR YOU TALKING **** BUT I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING A LITTLE PSYCHO EGO TRIPPIN' ON YOUR CHIN WHERE YOU GOT CAUGHT SLIPPIN' TWO FACES ON THE SAME HEAD, RIPPIN' ONE OFF TO MAKE THE OTHER SEE RED I FEEL HATE, JUST GOTTA DESTROY, ONE LITTLE, TWO LITTLE, THREE LITTLE BITCH BOYS HERE I COME, HERE I COME, OUT OF THE BLUE, LITTLE BITCH BOY WITH THE BIG **** YOU HERE I COME , OUT OF THE BLUE, TALK ENOUGH ****, GONNA SEE WHAT THE **** I DO BITCH BOYS GONNA STIR UP SOME ****, BITCH TURN AROUND , TURN AROUND GET YOUR WIG SPLIT PULL THE HAMMER BACK AS I POP THE ****IN' CLIP IN JUST LIKE DOUBLE OH SEVEN ON A MISSION INSANE, ****** I THINK I'M LOCO, JUST ANOTHER VOICE IN MY HEAD THAT I DON'T KNOW I STILL HATE, I STILL GOTTA DESTROY, EVERY LAST ONE OF THOSE MUTHA****IN' BITCH BOYS HERE I COME, HERE I COME, OUT OF THE BLUE, LITTLE BITCH BOY WITH THE BIG **** YOU HERE I COME , OUT OF THE BLUE, TALK ENOUGH ****, GONNA SEE WHAT THE **** I DO ANTOHER TRACK FROM THE DARK SIDE, DARK SIDE OF MY PSYCHE IF YOU THINK I WON'T, MUTHA****ER JUST TRY ME STEPPIN' ON UP , STEP, STEP, TO THE FRONT LINE YOU GOT YOURS, MUTHA****ER, I WILL GET MINE.

The Big **** you by Primer 55

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Horror's Not Dead
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"Last Nite"

Last nite she said
Oh baby I feel so down
When you turn me off
When I feel left out
So I, I turned round
Oh baby don't care no more
I know this for sure
I'm walking out that door

Well I've been in town for just about fifteen minutes now
And baby I feel so down
And I don't know why
I've been walking for miles

And people they don't understand
Your girlfriends they can't understand
Your grandsons they won't understand
On top of this I ain't ever gonna understand

Last nite she said
Oh baby don't feel so down
When you turn me off
When I feel left out
So I, I turned round,
Oh baby gonna be alright
It was a great big lie
Coz I left that night
Yeah

Oh people they don't understand
No girlfriends they don't understand
In spaceships they won't understand
And me I ain't ever gonna understand

Last nite she said
Oh baby I feel so down
She could turn me off
When I feel left out
So I turned round
Oh little girl I don't care no more
I know it's for sure
I'm walking out that door, yeah

by The Strokes

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted, I bought them for you
Graceless lady, you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter, treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away

I know I dreamed you, a sin and a lie
I have my freedom, but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday

"Wild Horses", The Rolling Stones

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"Film is a disease. When it infects your bloodstream it takes over as the number one hormone. It bosses the enzymes, directs the pineal gland, plays Iago to your psyche. As with heroin, the antidote to Film is more Film." - Frank Capra

A winter's day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow

I am a rock
I am an island

I've built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need for friendship
Friendship causes pain
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.

I am a rock
I am an island

Don't talk of love
Well, I've heard the word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I'd never loved,
I never would have cried

I am a rock
I am an island

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no-one and no-one touches me

I am a rock
I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries

"I Am a Rock," S&G

The summer sun sets a vicious circus
when shadows held the world in place
But today I felt a chill in my apartment's
coolest place

Fuggi Regal Fantasima

The village larks cannot be heard
'cause all the crows got panderers
I can't escape these velvet drapes,
don't want my rings to fall off
my fingers

Fuggi Regal Fantasima

The mirror I find hard to face
'Cause I fear its a long way down

Got to get away from here, I think I know
which hemisphere
Crazy me don't think there's pain in Barcelona
They dance you 'round a waltz confound

But I fear it's a long way down

Even if that straw I pull
and I got to fight that bull
Nothing really compares to Barcelona
Besides in Spain Don Juan's to blame

But I fear it's a long way down
And I fear I won't be around

Make sure I have all my papers
laying out my summer clothes
Search for traps in vain like scratching
so my suitcase I can close

Fuggi Regal Fantasima

- "Barcelona" by Rufus Wainwright

"Stoopid" by Snot

Spray the masses with gunfire
Foreign pigs will live in fear
They never learn
Light the match
Flames burn higher
I need to exterminate the queers
My stomach turns
Would not heed your worthless cries
Strike with fear
Cause I won't wait
Your misery
Stick your fingers in my eyes
Just like somebody blind by hate They cannot see

Prompted from my own self doubt
I need to hate them because they're strange
They never learn
I have plucked my own eyes out
I live a life that's ruled by rage
My stomach turns
Powered by elders lies
Strike with fear
Cause I won't wait
Your misery
Stick your fingers in my eyes
Just like somebody blind by hate
No they cannot see

Spray the masses with gunfire
Foreign pigs will live in fear
They never learn
Light the match
Flames burn higher
I need to exterminate the queers
My stomach turns
Would not heed your worthless cries because
Strike with fear
Cause I won't wait
Your misery
Stick your fingers in my eyes
Just like somebody blind by hate They cannot see

Just like somebody blind by
Just like somebody blind by hate
They cannot see

I see somebody blind by
No, no, no, you cannot

Just like somebody blind by
Just like somebody blind by
Just like somebody blind by hate
They cannot see

Just like somebody blind by hate
You know they
You know they
You know they
You know they cannot see

Just like somebody blind by
Just like somebody blind by
Just like somebody blind by hate
They cannot see

Just like somebody blind by
Just like somebody blind by
Just like somebody blind by hate
Because you blind
No, no because you blind

If you'd open your eyes
Then maybe you could see
A figment of closed minds
You know education is the key
Hate sparks will create fire
I see you're STOOPID blind
I know you cannot see

Prompted from my own self doubt
I need to hate them because they're strange
They never learn
I have plucked my own eyes out
(Say WHAT?!)
I live a life that's ruled by rage
My stomach turns
Powered by elders lies
Strike with fear
Cause I won't wait
Your misery
Stick your fingers in my eyes
Just like somebody blind by hate

No they cannot see