Your Favorite Song Lyrics

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I'm in movie heaven

This'll save people Googling...

The The - Good Morning Beautiful

Satellite, oh, satellite
Who sits upon our skies
How deep do you see when you spy into our lives?
I know that God lives in everybody's souls
and the only devil in your world
Lives in the human heart
So now ask yourself
What is human? And what is truth?
Ask yourself
Whose voice is it? That whispers unto you?
From the cellars of your homes
From the tops of your city roofs
Ask yourself
Whose voice is it? That whispers unto you?
Who is it?
That turns your blood into spirit and your spirit into blood
Who is it?
That can reach down from above and set yours souls ablaze with love
Or fill you with the insanity of violence and it's brother: lust
Who is it?
Whose words have been twisted beyond recognition
In order to build your planet Earth's religions
Who is it?
Who could make your little armies of the left
and your little armies of the right
Light up your skies tonight
Now some of you may live and some of you may die
But remember
That nothing in the world can kill you inside
For he is thinking of you
In your great cities of great solitude
Oh children you've still got a lot to f*ckin' learn
The only path to heaven is via hell
Good morning beautiful, good morning beautiful
Good morning beautiful, good bye world

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"Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how the Tatty 100 is done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves." - Brendan Behan

Artist: Bad Acid Trip
Song: Jump Rope (Spray Water)

Alright LA Sports Arena, are you ready to rock? Then let's go!
Hello all you little fans. Hello all you little kids
Hello all you little dupes. My children
Hello all you little fans. Hello all you little consumers
Before you see the band there's something that you must always remember to do
Check your wallet, check your funds, and make sure you've got enough cash
Cuz it's not about expression and it's not about art
It's all about make those big dollars
Watching puppets...
Always remember to buy please (x3)
Remember to buy
Before you see the band there's something that you must always remember to do
Check your wallet, check your funds, make sure you've got enough cash
It's not about expression and it's not about art
It's all about making those big dollars
You don't care about what we say. You care less about how we play
All you care about is how you feel
Another anthem for you when you murder and cheat, lie and steal
Screaming cuz we're f**king pissed
We've got a lot to say. Talking gets us nowhere
Gonna try another way and keep on fighting until you hear what we say
Let's go to the mall so that we can shop at Hot Topic
Practice our moshing and maybe some spinning kicks
It's written on a patch right next to the one that says "f**k the system"
Anarchy through hair dye, Punk rock's just a fashion rebellion
You don't care about what we say. You care less about how we play
All you care about is how you feel
Another anthem for you for when you murder and cheat, lie and steal
Screaming cuz we're f**king pissed. We've got a lot to f**king say
Talking gets us nowhere
Gonna try another way and keep on fighting until you hear what we say
We're the puppets, we're the puppets, we're the puppets, Playing jumprope
We're the puppets, we're the puppets, we're the puppets...Spraying water.

Artist:Mayday Parade

Title:If You Wanted A Song Written About You, All You Had To Do Was Ask Lyrics

'm throwing away pictures
that i never should have taken in the first place
and it's cold in my apartment
as i'm changing all the colors
from the brightest reds to grays

well it's 3 o'clock on monday morning
i'm just hoping you're not seeing his face
i've been getting calls in these hotel rooms
long enough to know that it was him
that took my place

and i hope this makes you happy now
that the flame we had is burning out
and i hope you like your pictures facing down
as even broken hearts may have their doubts

and i'm burning all the letters
hoping that i might forget her and her bad taste
that she left when she was leaving me
a life of barely breathing as she walked
out of this place

and you dropped the note and we changed key
you changed yourself and i changed me
i really didn't see us singing through this
then you screamed the bridge
and i cried the verse
and our chorus came out unrehearsed
and you smiled the whole way through it
i guess maybe that's what's worse

and i hope this makes you happy now
that the flame we had is burning out
and i hope you like your pictures facing down
as even broken hearts may have their doubts

and i'm taking all your memories off the shelf
and i don't need you or anybody else
so take a look at me
see what you want to see
when you get home

take me home
i'd rather die than be with you
take me home
you have a problem with the truth
take me home
because this happens every time
i knew it would...
i knew it would...

take me home
i'd rather die than be with you
take me home
you have a problem with the truth
take me home
because this happens every time
and i knew it would...
i knew it would...

and i hope this makes you happy now
that the flame we had is burning out
and i hope you like your pictures facing down
as even broken hearts may have their doubts

and i'm taking all your memories off the shelf
and i don't need you or anybody else
so take a look at me
see what you want to see
when you get home

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"Now talking's just a waste of breath and living's just a waste of death - so why put a new address on the same old loneliness?"

Nihil by The Amenta

First came the word.
And that word was nothing
Soundless syllables in boundless thought.
Is this it ? Or all ? Or everything
A reflection between parallel mirrors ?
In a book never written
Seen through a frameless window
Nihil Est.

The opiate of the masses.
Diluted and polluted.
Curls in wisps over vacant idols
To stillborn children
Mother nature gave birth to husks
That dissolve and decay back to dirt
In the melody between notes
In the notes in arrest
In discord in a chord
Nihil est

In the words between lines
In the worst of the best
In the dust in the pews
Nihil Est

Like words of empty praise
Washing over an empty congregation
Like a cancelled play, played out
To a sleeping audience of mannequins
Like a television flickering
Static in an empty concrete room
In thoughts so vast nothing is possible
When nothing exists everything is always permitted
Existence is no great gift
Death is not a beginning
But in nothing it is a rift

Love, Hate in a cold dream
A cold clockwork circumstance
A random unknown hidden in simple patterns
It's a chalk outline, not a halo
Leave crutches for cripples
Leave dependence to drones
Lies to the harvest for truth to be sown

In the melody between notes
In the notes in arrest
In discord in a chord
Nihil est

In the words between lines
In the worst of the best
In the dust in the pews
Nihil Est

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its hard to find someting when you dont know what your looking for-plan 9 from outer space

Enlightenment - Van Morrison, 1990

Chop that wood
Carry water
What's the sound of one hand clapping
Enlightenment, don't know what it is

Every second, every minute
It keeps changing to something different
Enlightenment, don't know what it is
Enlightenment, don't know what it is
It says it's non attachment
Non attachment. non attachment

I'm in the here and now, and I'm meditating
And still I'm suffering but that's my problem
Enlightenment, don't know what it is

Wake up

Enlightenment says the world is nothing
Nothing but a dream, everything's an illusion
And nothing is real

Good or bad baby
You can change it anyway you want
You can rearrange it
Enlightenment, don't know what it is
Chop that wood
And carry water
What's the sound of one hand clapping
Enlightenment, don't know what it is

All around baby. you can see
You're making your own reality. everyday because
Enlightenment, don't know what it is

One more time

Enlightenment. don't know what it is
It's up to you
Enlightenment. don't know what it is
It's up to you everyday
Enlightenment, don't know what it is
It's always up to you
Enlightenment, don't know what it is

Sums me up right now.

Has anybody done Billy Joel's "We didn't start the Fire"?

I'm gonna try Rest in Peace, written by Joss Whedon and performed by James Marsters(it's hand typed so I hope I apologise for any mistakes)

"I died . . .so many years ago . . . .
but you can make me feel...like it isn't sooooo"


"I know . .I should go . .
But I follow you like a man posessed
there's a traitor here beneath my breast
And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed
But I can see you're unimpressed
So leave me be
And let me rest

Let me rest in peace!
Let me get some sleep,
Let me take my love and bury it in a hooole six foot deep
I can lay my body down but I can't find no sweet release!
So let me rest in peace,
Why won't you let me rest in peace . . . . . ."

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And lo the whispering wanderer weeps
what whit to whom did my life keep?

For the benefit of Mr. Kite

There will be a show tonight on trampoline

The Hendersons will all be there

Late of Pablo Fanques Fair-what a scene

Over men and horses hoops and garters

Lastly through a hogshead of real fire!

In this way Mr. K. will challenge the world!

The celebrated Mr. K.

Performs his feat on Saturday at Bishopsgate

The Hendersons will dance and sing

As Mr. Kite flys through the ring don't be late

Messrs. K and H. assure the public

Their production will be second to none

And of course Henry The Horse dances the waltz!

The band begins at ten to six

When Mr. K. performs his tricks without a sound

And Mr. H. will demonstrate

Ten summersets he'll undertake on solid ground

Having been some days in preparation

A splendid time is guaranteed for all

And tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill.

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I used to be addicted to crystal meth, now I'm just addicted to Breaking Bad.

not my favorite song... but definetly my favorite lyrics... The Legend of Zelda by System Of a Down, just because it makes me laugh and reminisce about all the different Zelda games over the years

--- Link, he come to town
Come to save the princess zelda
Ganon took her away
Now the children dont play
But they will when link saves the day
Hallelujah!

Now link, fill up your hearts
So you can shoot your sword with power
And when youre feeling all down
The fairy will come around
So youll be brave, and not a sissy coward

Now link has saved the day
Put ganon in his grave
So now zelda is free
And now our hero shall be
Link! I think your name shall go down into history---

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One day you will ask me, what's more important...me or your life. I will answer my life and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life

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Hands down the greatest love song of all time:

God Only Knows
Tony Asher (performed by The Beach Boys)

I may not always love you,
But long as there are stars above you,
You never need to doubt it,
I'll make you so sure about it

God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me,
Though life would still go on believe me,
The world could show nothing to me,
So what good living do me?

God only knows what i'd be without you

"The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round

At the age of thirty-seven she realized she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes shed memorized in her Daddy's easy chair

Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are oh so many ways for her to spend the day
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way

At the age of thirty-seven she realized she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes shed memorized in her Daddy's easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the rooftop where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair...."

"The Ballad of Lucy Jordan", Marianne Faithful

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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

Need to Be Next to You
Leigh Nash

Been running from this feeling for so long
Telling my heart I didn't need it
Pretending I was better off alone
But I know that it's just a lie
So afraid to take a chance again
So afraid of what I feel inside

But I need to be next to you
Oh I, oh I
I need to share every breath of you
Oh I, oh I
I need to know I can see you smile each morning
Look into your eyes each night for the rest of my life
Here with you, near with you, oh I
I need to be next to you
Need to be next to you

Right here with you is right where I belong
I lose my mind if I can't see you
Without you there's nothing in this life
That would make life worth living for
I can't make it if you're not there
I can't fight what I feel any more

Cause I need to be next to you
Oh I, oh I
I need to share every breath of you
Oh I, oh I
I need to know I can see you smile this morning
Look into your eyes each night for the rest of my life
Here with you, near with you, oh I
I need to be next to you
I need to have your arms next to mine for all the time
Holding for all my life
I need to be next to you
I need to be next to you
Oh I, oh I
Need to be, need to be next to you
Share every breath of you
I need to feel you in my arms, baby, in my arms baby
I need to be next to you

Piazza, New York Catcher
Belle and Sebastian

Elope with me, Miss Private, and we’ll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping around on pagan holidays?
Oh, elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase

San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest ending of a book you ever had to read
The statue’s crying too and well he may

I love you, I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you, my responsibility has found a place beside you
And strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd
“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me, Miss Private, and we’ll drink ourselves awake
We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed, he’s praying for
a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like
a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour

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The novelist does not long to see the lion eat grass. He realizes that one and the same God created the wolf and the lamb, then smiled, "seeing that his work was good".

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They had temporarily escaped the factories, the warehouses, the slaughterhouses, the car washes - they'd be back in captivity the next day but now they were out - they were wild with freedom. They weren't thinking about the slavery of poverty. Or the slavery of welfare and food stamps. The rest of us would be all right until the poor learned how to make atom bombs in their basements.

I saw BB interviewed on TV the other day about his new album. Not heard it yet.

Yet.

I hope Billy's sacked his band and puts his trust in the power of the lonely electric guit again. Unless Wilco decide to back him.

You know, I logged on thinking "I wonder if Dave's repped me for the Billy lyrics?". Maybe I should bet on a horse.... A horse named The New Brunette.

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We are both the source of the problem and the solution, yet we do not see ourselves in this light...

I apologize if someone has already posted this, if I had a top 10 this would be very high on the list.

Everybody Knows

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows