Your Favorite Song Lyrics

Honor Thy Father - Dream Theater

We're taught unconditional love
That blood is thicker than water
That a parent's world would revolve
Always around their son or their daughter

You pretended I was your own
And even believed that you loved me
But were always threatened by some
Invisible blood line that only you could see

You took advantage of an outreached hand
And twisted it to meet your every need
''Gimme time to re-charge my batteries,
I'll see her when she's older and I'll bounce her on my knee''

Well listen to me you ungrateful fool
Here comes a dose of reality
You'll go to your grave a sad and lonely man
The door is now closed on your pathetic little plan

On and on and on and on it goes
It's so easy to run away with nothing in tow

How can you ever sleep a wink at night
Pretending that everything is alright
And have the nerve to blame this mess on me

Never in my life have I seen someone
So Ignorant to the damage he has done
You're the rotted root in the family tree

I tried your 4 bill therapy
I tried to make amends
But nothing could lure you out of your selfish shell again
Expecting everyone to bow and kiss your feet
Don't you see respect is not a one way street
Blaming everyone for all that you've don e wrong
I'll get my peace of mind when you hear this song

On and on and on and on it goes
And with every passing day true colors show

How can you ever sleep a wink at night
Pretending that everything is alright
And have the balls to blame this mess on me

Never in my life have I seen someone
Oblivious to the damage he has done
You're the rotted root in the family tree

Watch where you walk
Don't you dare cross the crooked step
Watch the way you talk
Don't cross the crooked step

On and on and on and on it goes
Chauvinistic, heartless, selfish, cold

How can you ever sleep a wink at night
Pretending that everything is alright
And have the balls to blame this **** on me

Never in my life have I seen someone
So ****ing blind to the damage he has done
You're the rotted root in the family tree

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"This is that human freedom, which all boast that they possess, and which consists solely in the fact, that men are conscious of their own desire, but are ignorant of the causes whereby that desire has been determined." -Baruch Spinoza

Hey Matthew, what do you think of these?

"Before the Old Man Died" by Paul Kelly


I used to walk in shadows
I stayed out of the sun
I used to sort informtaion
and I used to pass it on

Before the old man died
Before we came alive
Before the old man died

I used to follow orders
Did my duty like a son
But I fell in love with whispers
And I turned them into songs

Before the old man died
Before we came alive
Before the old man died

For the way he ruined our mother
Not enough blood can run
We had plans me and my brother
Every day I cleaned the gun

Before the old man died
Before we came alive
Before the old man died
Before we came alive

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It's what you learn after you know it all that counts. - John Wooden
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this is how it works-
you're young, until you're not
you love until you don't
you try until you can't.
you laugh until you cry
you cry until you laugh
and everyone must breathe
until their dying breath.

no, this is how it works-
you peer inside yourself
you take the things you like
and try to love the things you took.
and then you take that love you made
and stick it into some-
someone else's heart
pumping someone else's blood.
and walking arm in arm
you hope it don't get harmed
but even if it does, you'll just do it all again.

- Regina Spektor, On the Radio

Very nice

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“The gladdest moment in human life, methinks, is a departure into unknown lands.” – Sir Richard Burton

Sorry to bump up another old thread, but I do love this song,

"King Park" La Dispute

Another shooting on the southeast side. This a drive-by, mid-day,
Outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin. Or near there.
Not far from the park. About a block from where the other shooting was last month.
Or was it last week?

Shots were fired from an SUV heading northbound, Eastown,
The target a rival but they didn't hit the target this time.
They hit a kid we think had nothing to do with it.

And I travel backwards through time and space and I disintegrate, become invisible.
I want to see it where I couldn't when it happened.
I want to see it all first hand this time.
I want to know what it felt like.

So I float behind police lines, reconstruct the scene in fragments of memories.
I want to know what his mother looked like up close, I want to see her leaning over his body.
So I float there, transcend time. I want to capture it accurately.
I want to know what the color of the blood was spilling out from the tarp onto the concrete.
I want to write it all down so I can always remember.
If you could see it up close how could you ever forget how senseless death, how precious life.
I want to be there when the bullet hit.

And the crowd poured out as the shots drowned into siren sounds, out of there houses now
And over front yards, all the way up to the place where the police tape ran to mark the crime
Scene. Everybody trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening,
Of what was going on between the ambulance and all the cop cars.
Everybody gossiping, “Whose kid got hit? Where'd it hit him? And who could've fired it?”
Everybody wondering, “How did it happen again? And is he dead? These children. Our kids.”
Everybody wondering how far they were from where the victims lived.

And I visit them, their houses. Inside my dream I visit them.
My spirit, soaring high and high up over King Park, leaves the crime scene, travels further back
Till far before the shooting, through their windows, to their living rooms.
I see them younger this time, playing games and doing homework.
All these marks of youth soon transformed coldly into stone for fights and stupid feuds.
For ruins wrapped in gold. And cruelly I recall why I have come: To find a reason. But
There cannot be a reason, not for death, not like this. Not like this.

Three days later they made funeral plans. The family.
Three days later a mother had to bury her son.

Not far away the shooter holed up in a hotel near to the highway with a friend and the gun.
That same gun. He'd fled immediately but was identified by witnesses, his picture on TV.
Only 20 years old, they called him “Grandpa.” He was older than the others by a year,
Maybe two.

And he was safe for awhile until somebody saw him there and notified the authorities
Who surrounded the hotel, first arresting an accomplice while attempting to flee,
Then chasing him up the staircase to the floor where he'd stayed. He closed the door hard
Behind him, locked himself in the room.

They could've kicked in the door but knew the gun was still with him,
One he'd already used and so they feared what he'd do.
I floated up through the window of a room to the West.
I hovered out to the hallway, tried to listen in.
I heard them trying to reason, get him to open the door.
His uncle begging and pleading, half-collapsed to the floor.
He preached of hope and forgiveness,
Said, “There is always a chance to rectify what you've taken, make your peace in the world.”
I thought to slip through the door, I could've entered the room,
I felt the burden of murder, it shook the earth to the core.
Felt like the world was collapsing. Then we heard him speak,
“Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I ever be forgiven cause I killed that kid?
It was an accident I swear it wasn't meant for him!
And if I turn it on me, if I even it out, can I still get in or will they send me to hell?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?”
I left the hotel behind, don't want to know how it ends.

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

Carpet Crawlers - Genesis

There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
- gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory.
There's no room to a void.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before.
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

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"George, this is a little too much for me. Escaped convicts, fugitive sex... I've got a cockfight to focus on."

We Fight For Love - Power Station

I will protect you
Nothing can hurt you
No storm clouds gathering terrify

I am a mountain
Surrounded by your love
You are a mountain that dreams are made of

We fight for love
We fight for love
Fight for love

Somewhere... somehow... someone
Somewhere... somehow... someone

I fight with fire
As I watch them conspire
To blow my world apart

Between the light
And the endless night
You will always be in my heart

We fight for love
We fight for love
Fight for love
We fight for love

Somewhere... somehow... someone
Somewhere... somehow... someone

AND

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
When sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

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Interestingly, a verse from another The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway song by Genesis - 'Counting Out Time' - has been in my head lately.

I'm counting out time, reaction none too happy
Please don't slap me
I'm a red-blooded male and the book said I could not fail
I'm counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my mistress
I'll get my money back from the bookstore right away
Erogenous zones I question you -Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Without you, mankind handkinds thru' the blues

I just posted this song somewhere else, but I find this song to be one of the best written songs to exist:

Something Vague - Bright Eyes
Songwriter: Conor Oberst

Now and again
It seems worse than it is
But mostly the view is accurate
You see your breath in the air
As you climb up the stairs
To that coffin you call your apartment
And you sink in your chair
Brush the snow from your hair
And drink the cold away
You're not really sure
What you're doing this for
But you need something to fill up the days
A few more hours

There's a dream in my brain
That just won’t go away
It has been stuck there since it came
A few nights ago
I’m standing on a bridge
In the town where I lived
As a kid with my mom and my brothers
And then the bridge disappears
And I’m standing on air
With nothing holding me
And I hang like a star
****ing glow in the dark
For all those starving eyes to see
Like the ones we’ve wished on

But now I’m confused
Is this death really you?
Do these dreams have any meaning?
No, no, I think it's more like a ghost
That's been following us both
Something vague that we're not seeing
Something more like a feeling.

I used to love John Frusciante's lyrics - Going Inside,Remain and some of the tracks from The Empyrian album.Now,I don't listen to him as much but his lyrics are good.

Also Pink Floyd(I'm particularly interesting in the album The Wall) has lots of songs with great lyrics - Another Brick In The Wall,Hey You,Comfortably Numb,Time,Money and so on.

Recently,I've been listening to Lennon's Working Class Hero,quite a sad song yet such accurate words in it. :/

Working Class Hero:

By giving you no time instead of it all
'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate if you're clever and despise a fool
'Til you're so **** crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function, you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still **** peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top, they're telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like all the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me

Going Inside:

You don't throw your life away
Going inside
You get to know who's watching you
And who besides you resides
In your body
Where you're slow
Where you go doesn't matter
'cause there will come a time
When time goes out the window
And you'll learn to drive out of focus
I'm you and if anything unfolds
It's supposed to
You don't throw your time away sitting still
I'm in a chain of memories
It's my will
And I had to consult some figures of my past
And I know someone after me
Will go right back
I'm not telling a view
I've got this night to unglue
I moved this fight away
By doing things there's no reason to do

BRMC - Devils' Waitin'

Out on the corner with cast iron blood
Ten thousand or more with hearts on the run
They say I might die and I may be cold
I may have no Jesus I may have no soul
In prison I hear there's time to be good
But the first thing you see is the last thing you should

They say there's a passing where all stand to judge
But the devil's a waitn' with Christ like a son
When the look comes your way you best say was I
For the reasons you hold give reasons to die
The callings' impatient when cause never won
But the last one to say it may last through the flood

I'm born in and weary but life's just begun
And I've run from the reasons and run to the gun
They say I'm the killer and thy will be done
And the doors won't be open when I've finally become

I've seen the battle and I've seen the war
And the life out here is the life I've been sold
Yah I've seen the battle and I've seen the war
And the life in here is the life I've been told

Fallin fast but we've no cares
We know our lord's gonna meet us there
We pray our lords gonna meet us there
We know our lords gonna meet us there
Fallin fast but we've no cares
We know our lords gonna meet us there
We pray our lords gonna meet us there

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Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
They were the best of friends
So when Frankie Lee needed more money one day
Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
And placed them on a footstool
Just above the plotted plain
Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy
My loss will be your gain".

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his chin
But with the cold eyes of Judas on him
His head began to spin
"Would ya please not stare at me like that", he said
"It's just my foolish pride
But sometimes a man must be alone
And this is no place to hide".

Well, Judas he just winked and said
"All right, I'll leave you here
But you'd better hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you want
Before they all disappear"
"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now
Just tell me where you''ll be".

Judas pointed down the road
And said, "Eternity"
"Eternity?" said Frankie Lee
With a voice as cold as ice
"That's right", said Judas Priest, "Eternity
Though you might call it Paradise"
"I don't call it anything"
Said Frankie Lee with a smile
"All right", said Judas Priest
"I'll see you after a while".

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down
Feelin' low and mean
When just then a passing stranger
Burst upon the scene
Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler
Whose father is deceased?
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priest".
"Oh yes, he is my friend"
Said Frankie Lee in fright
"I do recall him very well
In fact, he just left my sight"
Yes, that's the one", said the stranger
As quiet as a mouse.
"Well, my message is, he's down the road
Stranded in a house".

Well, Frankie Lee he panicked
He dropped ev'rythimg and ran
Until he came up to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand
"What kind of a house is this", he said
"Where I have come to roam?"
"It's not a house", said Judas Priest
"It's not a house, it's a home".

Well, Frankie Lee he trembled
He soon lost all control
Over ev'rything which he had made
While the mission bells did toll
He just stood there staring
At that big house as bright as any sun
With four and twenty windows
And a woman's face in ev'ry one.

Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful bounding leap
And foaming at the mouth
He began to make his midnight creep
For sixteen nights and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he burst
Into the arms of Judas Priest
Which is where he died of thirst.

No one tried to say a thing
When they carried him out in jest
Except of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just walked along alone
Whit his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
"Nothing is revealed".

Well, the moral of the story
The moral of the song
Is simply that one should never be
Where ones does not belong
So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his load
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road.

Bob Dylan
The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest


especially the last 2 lines.

Nick Cave, Little empty Boat:

The Bitter Suite III: Embrace
Act II: The Meaning of, and All Things Regarding Ms. Leading
The Dear Hunter

Darkness, hesitation
I fell into her arms
Breathe in, this is amazing
Breathe out, this is amazing.

She removed her clothes and all of the world shined
Now that we're alone all of the world shines.

First hot breath, then cold hands
Intrusion, but aware
The fire inside was all light and she bloomed
And I never knew life could ever be this good.

The distant sighs, the clothes on the floor
The bedding a mess, she sings for more.

We fall beneath the sea in the back of our hearts and fail to breathe until we resurface again.

She had the summer's smile with winter's skin
And all along with words beyond me she welcomed me in.

We fall beneath the sea in the back of our hearts and fail to breathe until we resurface again.

Fair play, those are some of the worst lyrics I've ever heard. In my humble, white, middle class opinion of course.

Dream Theater? I'm in.

A Nightmare To Remember by Dream Theater [X]
Lying on the table in this unfamiliar place,
I'm greeted by a stranger, a man without a face.
He said, "Son, do you remember? Do you even know your name?"
Then he shined a light into my eyes and said, "take this for the pain."

Hopelessly drifting, bathing in beautiful agony.
I am endlessly falling, lost in this wonderful misery.
In peaceful sedation, I lay half awake and all of the panic inside starts to fade.
Hopelessly drifting, bathing in beautiful agony.

"Tell me does this hurt you?" said the faceless man.
"Can you move all of your fingers? Can you try your best to stand?"
I asked about the others, "Is everyone OK?"
He told me not to worry as he turned and looked away.

Hopelessly drifting, bathing in beautiful agony.
I am endlessly falling, lost in this wonderful misery.
In peaceful sedation, I lay half awake and all of the panic inside starts to fade.
Hopelessly drifting, bathing in beautiful agony.

Judith by A Perfect Circle [X]
You're such an inspiration for the ways
that I will never ever choose to be.
Oh so many ways for me to show you
how your savior has abandoned you.

**** your god! Your lord, your Christ!
He did this! Took all you had and-
Left you this way! Still you pray, you never stray never-
Taste of the fruit! You never thought to question why.

It's not like you killed someone.
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side.
Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed.
He did it all for you.

Chaos Royale by Sister Sin [X]
Most my time I've spent thinking about,
like who I am, what I’m supposed to be.
I've tried it all; school and dead end jobs,
but now I know that there's a higher purpose for me.

I will rule this whole universe!
Assemble my own terror regime!
I'll ban all laws and commercial TV.
Start to sound pretty cool, now you bet-ter-well-god-damn-a-gree!

Kill the king! Long live my tyranny.
I´ll give you anarchy, for all, I give you anarchy!
So kill the king, and let the revolution sing.
All shall... all shall obey or die!

Hail my chaos royale!

Gonna build a giant killing machine.
No one will dare to stand up or oppose!
Enslave the earth with an iron fist,
now the whole world is my personal bitch!

I´ll put an end to all music that sucks,
according to my flawless taste!
No hipster ****, radio rock, bubblegum DJ pop.
Heavy metal all of the way, make no ****ing mistake!

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