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Bob Dylan - It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bjqYPH7rAo Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked. An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you. You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to. Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. |
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U WASTED LIFE WHY WOULDNT U WASTE DEATH? [/ QUOTE ] pretty short song imo |
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As sung by Jeff Buckley
Well I heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do ya? Well it goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you she tied you to her kitchen chair And she broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Well baby I've been here before I know this room and I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew ya I've seen your flag on the marble arch Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Well there was a time when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me do you? And remember when I moved in you? And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Well maybe there's a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who'd OUT DREW YA And it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah |
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The day is approaching to give it your best
You've got to reach your prime! That's when you need to put yourself to the test And show us the passage of time. We're gonna need a montage. (Montage) A sports-training montage! (Montage) And just show a lot of things happenin' at once. Remind everyone of what's goin' on. (What's goin' on?) And with every shot, show a little improvement To show it won't take too long. That's called a montage. (Montage) Even Rocky had a montage! (Montage) In any sport, if you want to go From just a beginner to a pro You'll need a montage. (Montage) A simple little montage! (Montage) Always fade out (Montage) into a montage... (Montage) If you fade out it seems like a long time (Montage) has passed in a montage... (Montage) Montage... (Montage) |
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^^^^^
Classic but I prefer "Pearl Harbor Sucked" |
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[censored] with me, you know what it is I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burnin bruises on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a [censored] would trip this year [Verse One] Dressed in all black and my gun the same color Murder my enemy love thy brotha And I ain't never gave a [censored] about a [censored] Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach You [censored] better take side with young money, Cash Money You'll get left in your ride crash dummy I'll be around when the times get ugly When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running The magazine empty and the nine stop busting I bang my fist till my palms get bloody Cuz I'm a monsta man I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam I will fire and drop a hater rite where he stands I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burnin bruises on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a [censored] would trip this year [Verse 2] Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am So ready for whateva that awaits me Run up in your place while you're sleepin await the Calicoes, ak's, Uzi-machines Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees I am takin names, so who wanna leave Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve? I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin Feet by the engine, head by the transmission And I be right where I am mista Me and my damn pistol Me and my girlfriend In this world alone, so bring it on And imma have to sing you this song [censored] I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burnin bruises on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a [censored] would trip this year [Verse 3] I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do With a little red dot [censored] peek-a-boo Shhh the silence will speak to you Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe Like Bang! Bang! say breathe [censored] breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his teeth Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest...Clear! Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left Life is short enjoy what eva's left Before you run into a [censored] like me and meet death In less than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty Three feet from my waist Three inches from your faces Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate I'll pop till your [censored] separate like eewww! I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burnin bruises on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a [censored] would trip this year The Heat - Weezy F Baby |
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hey look its another 8 page thread where people copy paste song lyrics [/ QUOTE ] |
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sry to the British posters but how about Eire Og's :go on home british soldiers!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KA9QKgcNRM Go on home British Soldiers Go on home Have you got no [censored] homes of your own For 800 years we've fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more If you stay British Soldiers If you stay You'll never ever beat the IRA For the 14 men in Derry Are the last that you will bury So take a tip And leave us bloody be So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home Have you got no [censored] homes of your own For 800 years we've fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more We're not British, we're not Saxon we're not English We're Irish and proud we are to be So [censored] your Union Jack We want our country back We want to see old Ireland free once more So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home Have you got no [censored] homes of your own For 800 years we've fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more We'll fight them British Soldiers for the cause We'll never bow to Soldiers because Troughout our history We were born to be free So get out British bastards leave us be So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home Have you got no [censored] homes of your own For 800 years we've fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more Go on home British Soldiers Go on home Have you got no [censored] homes of your own For 800 years we've fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more Yes, we will fight you for 800 more! |
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Re: Impossible Challenge: Find a Song with Better Lyrics
Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked Come on up to the house The only things that you can see Is all that you lack Come on up to the house All your cryin don't do no good Come on up to the house Come down off the cross We can use the wood Come on up to the house CHORUS Come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world is not my home I'm just a passin' thru Come on up to the house There's no light in the tunnel No irons in the fire Come on up to the house And your singin lead soprano In a junkman's choir You gotta come on up to the house Does life seem nasty, brutish and short Come on up to the house The seas are stormy And you can't find no port Come on up to the house There's nothin in the world (Chorus) there's nothin in the world that you can do you gotta come on up to the house and you been whipped by the forces that are inside you come on up to the house well you're high on top of your mountain of woe come on up to the house well you know you should surrender but you can't let go you gotta come on up to the house (Chorus) cool vid some one made |
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