This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young & life is long & there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run...
You missed the starting gun

I like a girl with caked up makeup
in the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time
who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand
bites and scratches the blinds
but I ain't found one quite right yet
so I step with pep to the park or supermarket
her apartment best be messy
And Lisa don't mind when I call her Leslie she's gotta dress with class
and Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag and four inch tips made of ostrich
sharp enough to slit your wrists her lips spread gossip
won't say sorry when she offends
she comes over to my place in her old man's Benz
in gold and silver and jewels of all colors
and she doesn't take them off when we're tearing up the covers

I like a girl who eats and brings it up
a sassy little frassy with bulimia
her best friend's a plastic surgeon
and when her Beamer's in the shop she rolls the Benz
manis and pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays
money from mommy lovely in Versace
costly sprees, it's on at Barney's
and I love to watch her go through fifty g's calmly
she gets naughty with her pilates body
and thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody
'cause the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty
and M.D. makes her act more friendly
dance the night away
and she won't say nothing when she makes your man stray

Overwhelmed as one would be placed in my position...
Such a heavy burden now to be the one
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending.
to write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen.
**** the bed again.
Typical.

Today I was listening again with amusement to Joe Jackson's song "Is She Really Going Out With Him," which I feel has such cute and clever lyrics. So I checked to see if anyone else thought so, too...and yes, someone did!

I love Joe Jackson's use of just a few well-chosen words and turns of phrases to quickly get across his protagonist's feelings of disdain, jealousy, possessiveness, and incredulous frustration that the women he once knew are dating all these other men and not him:

"Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street"
-- This is one of my favorite opening lines ever because his description of these competitor men as "gorillas" (to show how much he dislikes them) humorously summarizes the song's message and the protagonist's perspective.

"Here comes Jeanie with her new boyfriend.
They say that looks don't count for much.
If so, there goes your proof."
-- Ha ha! So now he's saying her boyfriend is ugly. :) That's a funny and childish way to express jealousy.

"If looks could kill
There's a man there who's mowed (?) down as dead."
-- So now you can imagine him glaring at the man, hating him.

^These are the highpoints for me, but I really like all the lyrics because of the details (staring out the window, coffee getting cold, going to parties, kidding himself he looks smooth) and the overall sense of the protagonist's personality, which is adorable:

Is She Really Going Out With Him? Lyric Meaning - Joe Jackson Meanings

Nice lyrics i like it too much.............

Top 5:
1.Bob Dylan - Masters of War - the greatest lyrics ever
2.Pink Floyd - Pigs (Three Different Ones)
3.Pink Floyd - Time
4.Metallica - Nothing Else Matters - me and my best friend's song (although it seems a little gay :laughing:)
5.Bob Dylan - It's Alright, Ma

Here are some random pieces of songs

"What ever tomarrow brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes"
Drive by incubus

"I'll be my super hero number one, I'll save me from myself"
Pride by Soil

"They wanna see blood,
They wanna see hate,
Like a needle in your vein,
A sickness with no name,
In a world that's insane,
Was America to blame?
When you're praying for a change to a God with no face!
America by Deuce

Favorite lyrics would have to be all of the song Dialogue (l & ll) by Chicago. Okay, I know it might seem a bit cheesy and certainly not the best lyrics of all time but I think it's great. It's basically a back and forth conversation with two people whose opinions clash because they have different views on the world - one thinks that everything is wrong with the world (the pessimistic guy) and the other thinks everything is fine (the happily ignorant guy). The song is two parts, the first basically the "conversation" and the second part a kind of agreement where they realize they can work together and change the world for the better. I wrote a nice little essay about the elements of this song and the lyrics my senior year of high school, but you pretty much get the gist of it.

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My other favorite lyrics would have to be Live Forever by Oasis. I'll still blast that in my car every now and then and feel pretty limitless. The Definitely Maybe album means enough to me for Slide Away to be among my fave lyrics too. Other ones that come to mind are Gold Soundz by Pavement and Won't Get Fooled Again by The Who. Yeah, totally unrelated by whatever. I like 'em.

I could never understand what it’s like to fail
Until I read it on the faces of the lovers I impaled
So here’s another nail, go teeter on a scale
Of the weight that’s never really worth the tears upon the trail
Stalemating rituals are just a medicine that got
The population thinking they can be connected when they’re not
I got a lot of inhibitions, insecurities, and critics
In addition to a conscience that could murder me in minutes
Minutes, minutes, welcome to the gates of Hell
I really hope you get a chance to finish finish
Tell them all the things you felt and maybe they’ll be sympathetic
Right before you hang yourself and listen, listen
I’m gonna bite the hand that feeds until I masticate
And make it live in me a symphony that dance in acid rain
It’s like I’m all alone inside a little winter
Getting bitter from the frigid shivers when I think and paint the saddest faces
Funeral arrangements juxtaposed with all the beautiful bouquets it’s difficult now
To a more basic love and hopes when only you alone face it if I fall down
Down down on luck I hope it’s temporary some psychosis
I bet that the sun exploded years ago but we don’t know it-Sadistik

As Above, So Below is one of the most interesting phrases out there. You will reflect the universe and the universe will reflect you. Learning to manipulate that is supposed to be the basis of magick. I'm not sure how much truth there is to that. I'm not sure if victims of Peter Scully did anything to attract that kind of cruelty from the universe. Or perhaps it refers to how you choose to reflect that cruelty will have an impact on the universe. Or perhaps it's based in confirmation bias. Or maybe a more phenomenological approach is you reflect your perception of the universe. Maybe it says that we lack free will because we are merely reacting to the universe and are predetermined by it to follow a set path. Maybe it means that freewill is only granted to those who realize this and choose to carve our own paths thus making the universe bend to our wills. Or maybe it's just all mystical nonsense that people repeat because it's aesthetically pleasing.

In the streets nobody knows my name
Google cache, I live in the past
Admittedly passe, but they **** for brains
Feel like the Moors in Spain
Easy come, easy go
Nobody tryna hear the poors complain
Get you a bag, young boy
Proof up the doors on that Range
From far away tapes sound like the bruh, Flocka James
Come closer for that come-to-Jesus-moment
Your mouth had dried saliva at the corners
Unnerved, I told my White driver keep going
Unperturbed, my Somalian ghost writers kept flowin
Told Scorsese whatever you do, mother****er, don't you stop rollin'
Chameleons move in stop-motion
How do you not know this?
No questions asked, nobody wants to know
I should know this
Post-coital, errything was so focused
Initially flattered then suspicious how she only wanted Backwoodz
Collect seats wages, pay all applicable taxes
All stars with the patches on the jackets

Picture me rolling, man
You only dream pictures
Snake-devoured tails, circle vicious
Search for words like how can I put this
When this itself is amorphous
One set of footprints out the valley look gorgeous
Gorgeous, afterlife's bored as porous
Monotheists built a fortress
This a landline, it's just cordless
You never heard a dial tone in your life
You never laid awake for that call in the night
Wish you dreamt it all
My father's killer came to make right
I heard him and my mother through the hall
Still see it like neanderthal wall, not no written language
They said the greats ain't right, shit, they just poured out they anguish
And the Henny flowed like rivers
And the blunts was like Shaq fingers
And mans was men, bitches was bitches
All was paradise until the first one started snitching
It was written

My two fave opening song verses. Both songs were released 46 years ago.

Really don't mind if you sit this one out
My words but a whisper, your deafness a shout
I may make you feel but I can't make you think
Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink

A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour

Should there be songs?
Should my hair be long?
Should my stare be strong?
Do nightmares belong, on the prairie at dawn?
Do I dare to fawn over fair-faced blonds?
Should there be bonds to their hair undrawn?
Should my prayers be bronze? Are affairs so wrong?
I have been told
That my skin is exceptionally smooth
But what good is that?
When to get to my heart
You have to crawl through tight tunnels of sharp rock

-

Are you shivering? Are you cold?
Are you bathed in silver or drowned in gold?
This dream's a vitality
With filaments as fine as a spider's web
Pour through your mouth
That pour through your mouth
O river of silver, O river of flowers
I lie down and shiver in your silver river
Out drips the last drop of this vital fluid

Our life has grown weary
The stars have grown old
Are you still shivering?
Are you still cold?
Are you loathsome tonight?
Does your madness shine bright?
Are you loathsome tonight?

In the oceans of the moon
Swimming squidlike and squalid
This bright moon is a liquid
The dark earth is a solid

This is moon music in the light of the moon

-

Death is centrifugal
Solar and logical
Decadent and symmetrical
Angels are mathematical
Angels are bestial
Man is the animal
Man is the animal

-

My girl is the queen of the savages
She don't know this modern world
and its ravages
Instead of money she's
got yams and cabbages
She lives in a dome
I don't care if I never get home
My girl is the queen of the jungle folk
You should see the things
we see when we smoke
We think all of life is a funny joke
She's sharp as a tack
I don't care if I never get back
My girl is the queen of ten villages
We live on the fruits
of her pillages
She eats other queens,
she's very religious
She doesn't use a fork
I don't think I'll go back to New York

For me it's Mellow Gold; Beck...


"Pay now mind"... "Sleeping sound"... "I just got signed"...


"So get out your lead pipe, pipe dreams... and get out your ten foot flags..."


"Cause the insects are huge, and the poisons all been used...And the drugs can kill your day job... Honey..."

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Fav Lyric
 

I raise a toast. Not for you but for me.
I **** on my nephew when he was 16 because he dare look at me.
I built this paradise on broken knees.
Make love to whores and cindy.
Find me a pork and cork and down right filthy brie, make love to me.

From a local band in redditch called "the sneezes"

Jazzman

xxx

And it's been two months since you died
I'll speak to your absence and carry our stories around my whole life
But when I'm in public, I don't know what's that look in their eyes
I now wield the power to transform a grocery store aisle into a canyon of pity and confusion
And mutual aching to leave

Mmm
Mmm

The loss in my life is a chasm I take into town
And I don't want to close it

Crush the Messiah, Rip His ****ing Heart Out
Desecrate the Corpse of the Nailed Scum
Fist**** the Mother of the Crucified One
Rape Her Corpse One Thousand Times

Were to Spill the Blood, To Kill the Light
To Crush the tribe of Jesus Christ
Were to kill your God , To Crush Your Spine
To Crush the Tribe of Jesus Christ

Take Christian Pigs Dignity Away
Their Destiny is Pain and Suffering
We're to Bring Closer Your World's Demise
To Crush the Filthy Fribe of Jesus Christ

Under Command of the Antichrist
We are Trudging Over the Bones of the Weak
Hail Satan! Hail the Beast of Genocide!
We're the Pesticide for Christianity
On guard of Ancient Hate We Stand
Waiting for the Revival of the Black Order
In the Name of the Ancient Gods
Our Purification's Hammer Falls

http://i.imgur.com/CzMXb0y.jpg

An Ode to Unending Obscurity...
The Dark and Lonely Path of Life...
The Inner Darkness of Thoughts...
Sums You Up in Desperation


Existence Is Your Own Adversary
A Path Full of Pain and Madness
You Struggle with The Load on Your Back
It's Not Worth The Wait...

3:35 - 4:55

Death Grips - Flies

Should the opportunity arise, vomit me flies
Flies vomit me, together’s unwise, sever all ties
Should the opportunity arise, vomit me flies
Flies vomit me, vomit green eyes

via Sex in the Lounge by Nicki Minaj ft. Lil Wayne and Bobby V

"Get that pussy wetter than a dirty sewer" (Lil Wayne's verse)

I think about this line daily

Silver and gold, silver and gold
Everyone wishes for it
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth

Oh, I'm getting old
Oh, I'm getting old
Everyone wishes for youth
How have I wasted my life?
Trusting the pleasure it gives here on earth

Lord, come with fire
Lord, come with fire
Everyone's wasting their time
Storing up treasure in vain
Trusting the pleasure it gives here on earth

Oh, I see the end
Oh, I see the end
Everyone's waiting for death
How do you measure its worth?
Justice delivers its gift here on earth

Silver and gold, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold

Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction
When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it
Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details
3-7-6 was a brothel
We had females come in every hour on the dot
And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock
Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts
Lately I've been panicking a lot
Feeling like I'm stranded in a mob
Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop
Never getting out of hand, steady handling my job
Time damaging my ties
Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick
You circus niggas, you turning into tricks
I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em
Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit
Cut the grass off the surface
Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent, nigga shit
Bitch

Rest easy, what's on your mind?
Nothing's gonna bother us tonight
When the sky is gray, and it won't change
Save all your heartaches for another day
Save all your heartaches for another day

When there's too much hanging on your worried mind
I'll be there right beside you
When the nights are long, and you're feeling cold
I can be something, yeah, that you can hold
I can be something, yeah, that you can hold

Slow down, slow down the time
Make the world stop spinning around outside
We all fall down but we get back up
'Cause doing it together makes life less tough
Doing it together makes life less tough-Mason Ramsey



God bless you and Mason always!!!

Holly

These lines from Warren Zevon's song "Desperados Under The Eaves" are among my favoritre lyrics:

And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this hotel will be standing
Until I pay my bill

Right in the middle of this song comes the lyric that really hooked me last year just days after the song was first released. "I thought I wrote the Bible on pick up lines. Now, I'm only picking up her tab!" :D :D :D
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKy_bHvqyvQ

God bless you and Mason always!!!

Holly (a girl who only loves him more every day)

Got no card so I got not soul
Life is prison, no parole, no control
Jura got my number on a wire tap
'Cause I jack for Similac, **** a Cadillac
Survive, one motive, no hope
'Cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightrope
Yes, I know, my deadline sire, when my life expires
I'm sendin' paper south under the barbed wire
The mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave
It's my life for their life so call it a free trade
"Por vida" and our name upon the stall
I took a death trip when I tried to cross the white wall

- zach de la rocha