Your Favorite Song Lyrics

Kamikazi Lady by the Residents:

Kamakazi Lady slips in at night
She likes to check and see if your underwear's tight
She knows the way to open up the hole in your head
And see the silly sucker you thought was dead

The floating locust garden of your old sweet fondling dreams

Kamakazi Lady... etc.

The night meal of the milque wheats I ate it to the treats

Kamakazi Lady... etc.

I can't convey to you in words how utterly wonderful this particular song is, and simply giving you the lyrics flat on the page isn't enough to truly get it across. If you've ever heard Uncle Tupelo or Wilco, you'll know what I'm getting at, but for those who haven't had the pleasure:

Try to imagine an acoustic guitar twanging on its lonesome and a faintly raspy voice carrying a hint of bluegrass and enough heartbreak to make you sit up and pay attention...

"Still Be Around" - Uncle Tupelo

I don't see you through the windshield
I don't see you in faces looking back at me
Alcohol doesn't have much that matters to say
Can't imagine where you and time to kill will stay

When the Bible is a bottle
and the hardwood floor is home
When morning comes twice a day or not at all
If I break in two, will you put me back together?
When this puzzle's figured out, will you still be around
to say you've just been there
walking the line, upside down?

Walked and breathed many a cancerous mile
where the bat of an eye is too slow to beat the coffin
They won't tell it on the TV
They can't say it on the radio
They pay to move it off the shelf and into our minds
until you can't tell the truth when it's right in front of your eyes

When the Bible is a bottle
and the hardwood floor is home
When morning comes twice a day or not at all
If I break in two, will you put me back together?
When this puzzle's figured out, will you still be around
to say you've just been there
walking the line, upside down?

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You were a demon and a lawyer? Wow. Insert joke here."

Don't get me wrong, I like The Smiths... Just f*cking hate Morrisey. I can kinda see the humor in The Smiths lyrics, Mainly in the rediculousness of some of them (some of them). If hes being sarcastic, i find it hard to tell because he has some songs that seem pretty serious (see below) and others that sound similar that are just stupid (see below)....

Plus he said this,
I will try get Hold of Rope, Sodom and Lash when i get home... Meanwhile...

The Smiths - Reel Around The Fountain
It's time the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old

It's time the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old
You made him old


Reel around the fountain
Slap me on the patio
I'll take it now
Oh ...


Fifteen minutes with you
Well, I wouldn't say no
Oh, people said that you were virtually dead
And they were so wrong


Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, well, I wouldn't say no
Oh, people said that you were easily led
And they were half-right
Oh, they ... oh, they were half-right, oh


It's time the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old
It's time that the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old
You made him old


Oh, reel around the fountain
Slap me on the patio
I'll take it now
Ah ... oh ...


Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, I wouldn't say no
Oh, people see no worth in you
Oh, but I do.
Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, I wouldn't say no
Oh, people see no worth in you
I do.
Oh, I ... oh, I do
Oh ...


I dreamt about you last night
And I fell out of bed twice
You can pin and mount me like a butterfly
But "take me to the haven of your bed"
Was something that you never said
Two lumps, please
You're the bee's knees
But so am I


Oh, meet me at the fountain
Shove me on the patio
I'll take it slowly
Oh ...


Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, I wouldn't say no
Oh, people see no worth in you
Oh, but I do.
Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, no, I wouldn't say no
Oh, people see no worth in you
I do.
Oh, I ... I do
Oh, I do
Oh, I do
Oh, I do

Morrisey - You're The One For Me Fatty
You're the One for me, fatty
You're the One I really, really love
And I will stay
Promise you'll say
If I'm in your way
You're the One for me, fatty
You're the One I really, really love
And I will stay
Promise you'll say
If I'm ever in your way
A-hey

All over Battersea
Some hope; and some despair
All over Battersea
Some hope; and some despair
Oh ...


You're the One for me, fatty
You're the One I really, really love
And I will stay
Promise you'll say
If I'm in your way
You're the One for me, fatty
You're the One I really, really love
And I will stay
Promise you'll say
If I'm ever in your way
A-hey


All over Battersea
Some hope; and some despair
All over Battersea
Some hope; and some despair
Oh, oh ...


You're the One for me, fatty
You're the One I really, really love
And I will stay
Promise you'll say
If I'm ever in your way
A-hey


You're the One for me, fatty
You're the One for me, a-hey-hey
A-hey
A-hey
A-hey
A-he-he-he-hey

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It's a god-awful small affair, To the girl with, the mousy hair, But her mummy is yelling "No", and her daddy has told her to go, But her friend is nowhere to be seen, Now she walks through her sunken dream, To the seat with the clearest view, And she's hooked to the silver screen, But the film is a saddening bore, For she's lived it ten times or more...

Hmmm… If I have seen the video, I don't remember it... (I know - sad )

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Always by Saliva

I hear... a voice say "Don't be so blind"...
it's telling me all these things...
that you would probably hide...
am I... your one and only desire...
am I the reason you breathe...
or am I the reason you cry...

Always... always... always... always... always... always...
I just can't live without you...

I love you...
I hate you...
I can't get around you...
I breathe you...
I taste you...
I can't live without you...
I just can't take anymore...
this life of solitude...
I guess that i'm out the door...
and now i'm done with you...

I feel... like you don't want me around...
I guess i'll pack all my things...
I guess i'll see you around...
It's all... been bottled up until now...
as I walk out your door...
all I can hear is the sound...

Always... always... always... always... always... always...
I just can't live without you...

I love you...
I hate you...
I can't get around you...
I breathe you...
I taste you...
I can't live without you...
I just can't take anymore...
this life of solitude...
I guess that i'm out the door...
and now i'm done with you...

I love you...
I hate you...
I can't live without you...

I left my head around your heart...
Why would you tear my world apart...

Always... always... always... always...

I see... the blood all over your hands...
does it make you feel... more like a man...
was it all... just a part of your plan...
this pistol's shakin' in my hands...
and all I hear is the sound...

I love you...
I hate you...
I can't live without you...
I breathe you...
I taste you...
I can't live without you...
I just can't take anymore...
this life of solitude...
I guess that i'm out the door...
and now i'm done with you...

I love you...
I hate you...
I can't live without you...

I love you...
I hate you...
I can't live without you...
I just can't take anymore...
this life of solitude...
I pick myself off the floor...
and now i'm done with you...
Always...
Always...
Always...

Everything by Alanis Morisette

I can be a nightmare of the grandest kind
I can withhold like its going out of style
I have the bravest heart that youve ever seen
And youve never met anyone who's as positive as I am sometimes

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you cant relate
And youre still here

I blame everyone else, not my own partaking
My passive-aggressiveness can be devastating
I'm the most gorgeous woman that youve ever known
And youve never met anyone who's as everything as I am sometimes

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you cant relate
And youre still here

What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know
What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you cant relate
And youre still here

And youre still here
And you're still here...

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Undercoverlovers 100 REDUX

APC-Judith

You're such an inspiration for ways
That i will never ever choose to be.
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How your savior has abandoned you.

Thank(f***) your god.
Your lord, your christ
He did this,
Took all you had
And left you this way.
Still you pray, never stray,
Never taste of the fruit.
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.
He did it all for you.

Oh so many ways for me to show you
How your dogma has abandoned you.
Pray to your christ, to your god.
Never taste of the fruit,
Never stray, never break,
Never choke on a lie,
Even though he's the one who did this to you
Never thought to question why.

It's not like you killed someone.
It's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side.
Talk to jesus christ as if he knows the reasons why
He did this all to you.

He did it all for you.
He did it all for you.

Fugazi-FACET SQUARED
pride no longer has definition
everybody wears it, it always fits
a state invoked for the lack of position
strength is the bait that keeps us so busy
if it's perforated, then i tear it to bits
all sense lost in the frenzy
they should never... ...touch the ground
irony is the refuge of the educated
always complaining but they never quit
cool's eternal, but it always dated
they should never... ...touch the ground
it's not worth, it's the investment that
keeps us tied up in all these strings
we draw lines and stand behind them
that's why flags are such ugly things
that they should never... ...touch the ground

Rush-Double Agent
Where would you rather be?
Anywhere but here
When will the time be right?
Anytime but now

"On the edge of sleep, I was driting for half the night
Anxious and restless, pressed down by the darkness
Bound up and wound up so tight."

So tight...

"So many decisions, a million revisions
Caught between darkness and light..."

Wilderness of mirrors
World of polished steel
Gears and iron chains
Turn the grinding wheel
I run between the shadows
Some are phantoms, some are real

Where would you rather be?
Anywhere but here
When will the time be right?
Anytime but now
Where would you rather be?
The doubt and the fear
I know would all disappear
Anywhere but here
Anywhere but here...

"On the edge of sleep, I heard voices behind the door
The known and the nameless, familiar and faceless
My angels and my demons at wa"r

At war...

"Which one will lose depends on what I choose
Or maybe which voice I ignore..."

Wilderness of mirrors
Streets of cold desire
My precious sense of honour
Just a shield of rusty wire
I hold against the chaos
And the cross of holy fire

Wilderness of mirrors
So easy to deceive
My precious sense of rightness
Is sometimes so naive
So that which I imagine
Is that which I believe

"On the edge of sleep, I awoke to a sun so bright
Rested and fearless, cheered by "your nearness
I knew which direction was right

Was right...

"The case had been tried by the jury inside
The choice between darkness and light...
The choice between darkness and light."

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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.

Saints and Sailors - Dashboard Confessional


This is where I say I've had enough
and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now.
A walking open wound,
a trophy display of bruises
and I don't believe that I'm getting any better, any better.

Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
and I'm thinking awful things
and I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment
is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.

Wandering this house
like I've never wanted out
and this is about as social as I get now.
And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you
'cause they would never do,
I would never do, never.

So don't be a liar,
don't say that "everything's working"
when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint
but you curse like a sailor
and your eyes say the joke's on me.

But I'm not laughing and you're not leaving
and who do I think I am kidding
When I'm the only one locked in this cell?

So don't be a liar,
don't say that "everything's working"
when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint
but you curse like a sailor
and your eyes say the joke's on me.

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"I know, honey. Look at the map. We go your way, that's about four inches. We go my way, it's an inch and a half. You wanna pay for the extra gas?"

BOB DYLAN - Like a Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

too many good songs to name.

Soul Coughing - Lazybones

"If I could stay here under your idle caress and not exit to the world and phoniness and people"

"I'm so Ronery
So ronery
So ronery and sadry arone
There's no one
Just me onry
Sitting on my rittle throne
I work very hard to be number one guy
But, stiwr there's no one to right up my rife
Seems rike no one takes me serirousry
And so, I'm ronery
A rittle ronery
Poor rittle me

There's no one I can rerate to
Feewr rike a biwd in a cage
It's kinda siwry
But, not reawry
Because, it's fiwring my body with rage
I'm the smartest, most crever, most physicawry fit
But, none of the women seem to give a ****
Maybe someday, they'wr awr notice me
And untiwr then, I'wr be ronery
Yeah, a rittle ronery
Poor rittle me..."

I Never Told You What I Do Fo A Living - My Chemical Romance

Stay out of the light
Or the photographs that I gave you
You can say a prayer if you need to
Or just get in line and I’ll grieve you
Can I meet you, alone
Another night and I’ll see you
Another night and I’ll be you
Some other way to continue
To hide my face

Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty, babe
The kind of dirty
Where the water never cleans off the clothes
I keep a book of the names and those
Only go so far to bury them
So deep and down we go

Touched by angels though, I fall out of grace
I did it all so maybe I’d live this everyday

Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I’m so dirty, babe
It ain't the money
And it sure as hell ain't just for the fame
It’s for the bodies I claim and those
Only go so far to bury them
So deep and down we go
Down
And down we go
And down we go
And down we go
And we all fall down

And we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death
We’ll love again, we'll laugh again
And it's better off this way

And never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now

Well never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now

I tried, one more night, one more night
Well I’m laughing', crying', laughing'
I tried, well I tried, well I tried
Cause I tried, but I lied
I tried, I tried, I tried

And we'll love again and we'll laugh again
We’ll try again and we'll dance again
And it's better off this way
So much better off this way
I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed

Never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now

My Dream Girl Dont Exist-Neutral Milk Hotel

my dream girl don't exist
and at the age of five she slit her rists
she didn't know that i'de be hanging around
so her parents buried her in the ground
this day i can still hear the sound
of a life in outer space

my dream girl don't exist
it just you and i and this tv
and this illness seems to feel so strange
like a hench man that's about to hang
the moon, up like a ball and chain

and the weight is waiting off
feel the world so real and strung

my dream girl don't exist
just a photograph in a history book
and i beleive she had a voice and name
three children on the coast of maine
her life was in a hurricane
of love and real embrace

my dream girl don't exist
and at the age of five she slit her rists
she didn't know that i'de be hanging around
so one day she took a strole to town
and walked infront of a greyhound
bound for new york central state

and the weight is waiting off
and the weight is waiting off
fell the world so real and strung
she know, and knows she knows
she'll never be afraid

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" I see in your eyes, the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, whe we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. May and hour of wolves and shattered shields before the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we Fight! For all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand men of the west!!"
-Aragorn: The Lord of the Rings the Return of the King

"The Ballad Of Sal Villanueva"

It's not that I don't trust you
well I just know what you've been up too
and well this dial tone is agreeing with everything I've had in mind.
and you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag.

so as his eyes move past your shoulder
and your shades start moving in the same direction
don't worry I, well I won't say a thing.
and you can't blame a girl for (you can't blame a girl for)
stickin' to what she knows..(stickin' to what she knows)

I hope he takes his time
and I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
I hope that when he leaves,
you still smell him on your sheets
cause I can, I can.
I hope he takes his time
and I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
I hope that when he leaves,
you still smell him on your sheets
cause I can, I can.

if I could get to sleep
then, I guess you could stop pretendin'.
cause if I didn't think you loved it,
well then I wouldn't play along
and you've got your high as a (you've got your high as a)
kite tricks in the bag..(kite tricks in the bag)

I hope he takes his time
and I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
I hope that when he leaves,
you still smell him on your sheets
cause I can, I can.
I hope he takes his time
and I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
I hope that when he leaves,
you still smell him on your sheets
cause I can, I can.

you're down for sellin' me out
while I play dumb,
it's cool cause I let you, thought I'd never catch you,
you'd say "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, I bet. I bet.

you're down for sellin' me out
while I play dumb,
it's cool cause I let you, thought I'd never catch you,
you'd say "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, I bet. I bet.

you're down for sellin' me out
while I play dumb,
it's cool cause I let you, thought I'd never catch you,
you'd say "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, I bet. I bet.

forget your legs around my hips.
forget your hands pressed on my back.
forget the letters that I kept.
this is another I won't send.
forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs.
forget our one last kiss goodnight.
forget me stakin' out your house.
forget I've got you figured out.

forget your legs around my hips.
forget your hands pressed on my back.
forget the letters that I kept.
this is another I won't send

the only line in the entire song "One of these days, I'm gonna cut you into little pieces,"

One of These Days-Pink Floyd

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Remember, remember, the 5th of November
I'm afraid I must bid you adieu.
He woke up one night with a terrible fright
And found he was eating his shoe.

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Iron and Wine- Trapeze Swinger. If anyone has ever seen In Good Company its the song at the end.

please remember me, happily
by the rosebush laughing
with bruises on my chin, the time when
we counted every black car passing
your house beneath the hill, and up until
someone caught us in the kitchen
with maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
a vision too removed to mention

but please remember me, fondly
i heard from someone you're still pretty
and then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates
had some eloquent graffiti
like: “we'll meet again” and “**** the Man”
and “tell my mother not to worry”
and angels with their great handshakes
but always done in such a hurry

and please remember me, at Hallowe’en
making fools of all the neighbors
our faces painted white, by midnight
we'd forgotten one another
and when the morning came i was ashamed
only now it seems so silly
that season left the world and then returned
and now you're lit up by the city

so please remember me, mistakenly
in the window of the tallest tower
call, then pass us by, but much too high
to see the empty road at happy hour
gleam and resonate just like the gates
around the Holy Kingdom
with words like: “lost and found” and “don't look down”
and “someone save temptation”

and please remember me as in the dream
we had as rug-burned babies
among the fallen trees and fast asleep
beside the lions and the ladies
that called you what you like and even might
give a gift for your behavior:
a fleeting chance to see a trapeze-
swinger high as any savior

but please remember me, my misery
and how it lost me all i wanted
those dogs that love the rain, and chasing trains
the colored birds above there running
in circles round the well, and where it spells
on the wall behind St. Peter's
so bright with cinder gray in spray paint:
“who the hell can see forever?”

and please remember me, seldomly
in the car behind the carnival
my hand between your knees, you turn from me
and said the trapeze act was wonderful
but never meant to last, the clowns that passed
saw me just come up with anger
when it filled the circus dogs, the parking lot
had an element of danger

so please remember me, finally
and all my uphill clawing
my dear, but if i make the Pearly Gates
i’ll do my best to make a drawing
of God and Lucifer, a boy and girl
an angel kissin’ on a sinner
a monkey and a man, a marching band
all around the frightened trapeze-swinger

nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah …