'it's a town full of losers and Im pulling out of here to win'
Bruce Springsteen - Thunder Road
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Orgasminator
i know a song that will get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves.
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This kinda sums up a lot for us.....
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.
So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath
Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the right side of life...
(Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...
(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!)
Always look on the right side of life...
But the best lyrics.....
"It's one o'clock and time for lunch, dumb, dee dumb, dee dumb dumb,
When the sun beats down and I lie on my bench, I can always hear 'em talk... me? I'm just a lawn mower, you can tell me by the way I walk"
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.
So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath
Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the right side of life...
(Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...
(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!)
Always look on the right side of life...
But the best lyrics.....
"It's one o'clock and time for lunch, dumb, dee dumb, dee dumb dumb,
When the sun beats down and I lie on my bench, I can always hear 'em talk... me? I'm just a lawn mower, you can tell me by the way I walk"
Sex God
So this is where she stands at night
On this cold avenue of lights
The reds and greens but mostly reds
For you he's stopping
In seeing him she knows him less
His stick is wet she's half undressed
And all in all they're both obsessed with so much nothing
I know it's hard for you to see
What lies behind's this mystery
If words could speak they'd mean even less
When the king is half undressed
She dots her eyes with a smiley face
A work of art in all but taste
The fool deserves the bed he's made where idiots slumber
Divine she is to air his fate
A crack of smile
Through all this hate
Means nothing more in this nervous state of so much nothing
I know it's hard for you to see
The truth behind his misery
If words could speak they'd mean even less
When the king is half undressed
Blue Autumns
Sunshine Kisses
Hearts and Flowers
Broken Wishes
I know it's hard for you to see
What lies behind the mystery
If words could speak, they'd mean even less
When the king is half-undressed
The truth behind this misery
If words could speak, they'd mean even less
When the king is half-undressed
Just the first verse really
On this cold avenue of lights
The reds and greens but mostly reds
For you he's stopping
In seeing him she knows him less
His stick is wet she's half undressed
And all in all they're both obsessed with so much nothing
I know it's hard for you to see
What lies behind's this mystery
If words could speak they'd mean even less
When the king is half undressed
She dots her eyes with a smiley face
A work of art in all but taste
The fool deserves the bed he's made where idiots slumber
Divine she is to air his fate
A crack of smile
Through all this hate
Means nothing more in this nervous state of so much nothing
I know it's hard for you to see
The truth behind his misery
If words could speak they'd mean even less
When the king is half undressed
Blue Autumns
Sunshine Kisses
Hearts and Flowers
Broken Wishes
I know it's hard for you to see
What lies behind the mystery
If words could speak, they'd mean even less
When the king is half-undressed
The truth behind this misery
If words could speak, they'd mean even less
When the king is half-undressed
Just the first verse really
Sex God
Quote by noladreams
One of the best lines I think is from "Witchita Lineman" by Glenn Campbell.
"and I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time"
It was written by Jimmy Webb ... and he is God ... the Boo Radleys said so
Evidence here
But I'd recommend you find Mr Webbs own version (not the piano version but the one with the acoustic guitar intro)
Sex God
Quote by Sarah
For some reason when ever I am stuck in traffic on the M25
The Road to hell comes on the radio
It's the M18 actually ....... Road to Hull
Sex God
Oh and Hurt is by Trent Reznor of nine inch nails .... Johnny Cash just does a better version
Sex God
I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you
things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it I just shit it
better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens
And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
Or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming "I don't give a fuck!"
with his windows down and his system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?
Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?
things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it I just shit it
better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens
And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
Or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming "I don't give a fuck!"
with his windows down and his system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?
Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?
Sex God
One of the saddest lines I know is from a children's hymn called 'when a Knight won his spurs'. The line is 'And the Knights are no more and the Dragons are dead'.
Recently I watched the Comedy Prom and Tim Minchin did a song that included the line 'sticks and stones may break your bones but words will break your heart'. So true.
Recently I watched the Comedy Prom and Tim Minchin did a song that included the line 'sticks and stones may break your bones but words will break your heart'. So true.
Master of Sex
One of my favourites is:
You don't seem to understand the deal
I don't give two shits for how you feel.
The opening lines of Thumb by the mighty Kyuss. It follows one of the grestest intros of all time, too.
You don't seem to understand the deal
I don't give two shits for how you feel.
The opening lines of Thumb by the mighty Kyuss. It follows one of the grestest intros of all time, too.
One for my good friend Try, if you've never been to a Cov social you don't know what you're missing.......
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round,
round and round.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
all through the town.
The wipers on the bus go Swish, swish, swish;
Swish, swish, swish;
Swish, swish, swish.
The wipers on the bus go Swish, swish, swish,
all through the town.
The horn on the bus goes Beep, beep, beep;
Beep, beep, beep;
Beep, beep, beep.
The horn on the bus goes Beep, beep, beep,
all through the town..
The money on the bus goes, Clink, clink, clink;
Clink, clink, clink;
Clink, clink, clink.
The money on the bus goes, Clink, clink, clink,
all through the town.
The Driver on the bus says "Move on back,
move on back, move on back;"
The Driver on the bus says "Move on back",
all through the town.
The baby on the bus says "Wah, wah, wah;
Wah, wah, wah;
Wah, wah, wah".
The baby on the bus says "Wah, wah, wah",
all through the town.
The mommy on the bus says "Shush, shush, shush;
Shush, shush, shush;
Shush, shush, shush."
The mommy on the bus says "Shush, shush, shush"
all through the town.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round,
round and round.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
all through the town.
The wipers on the bus go Swish, swish, swish;
Swish, swish, swish;
Swish, swish, swish.
The wipers on the bus go Swish, swish, swish,
all through the town.
The horn on the bus goes Beep, beep, beep;
Beep, beep, beep;
Beep, beep, beep.
The horn on the bus goes Beep, beep, beep,
all through the town..
The money on the bus goes, Clink, clink, clink;
Clink, clink, clink;
Clink, clink, clink.
The money on the bus goes, Clink, clink, clink,
all through the town.
The Driver on the bus says "Move on back,
move on back, move on back;"
The Driver on the bus says "Move on back",
all through the town.
The baby on the bus says "Wah, wah, wah;
Wah, wah, wah;
Wah, wah, wah".
The baby on the bus says "Wah, wah, wah",
all through the town.
The mommy on the bus says "Shush, shush, shush;
Shush, shush, shush;
Shush, shush, shush."
The mommy on the bus says "Shush, shush, shush"
all through the town.
Casanova
The passage of time
Is flicking dimly upon the screen
I can't see the lines
I used to think I could read between
(Brian Eno, "Golden Hours")
I'm torn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets
(David Bowie, "Quicksand")
Is flicking dimly upon the screen
I can't see the lines
I used to think I could read between
(Brian Eno, "Golden Hours")
I'm torn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets
(David Bowie, "Quicksand")
Sex God
I've always been quite fond of
The sound is beautiful, its perfect!
The sound of her young legs in stockings
the rhythm of her walk, it's beautiful
Just let it twist, let it break
let it buckle, let it bend
The sound is beautiful, its perfect!
The sound of her young legs in stockings
the rhythm of her walk, it's beautiful
Just let it twist, let it break
let it buckle, let it bend
Unemployment’s rising in the Chigley end of town
And it’s spreading like pneumonia
Doesn’t look like going down
There’s trouble at the fire station someone’s had the sack
And the lads are going to launch a scheme get rid of Captain Flack
Tell PC McGarry to get himself a mate
And arm themselves with CS gas
They’re gonna be out late
We’ve had Cant conformism since 1966
And now subversion’s in the air in the shape of flying bricks
Someone get a message through to Captain Snort
That they’d better start assembling the boys from the fort
And keep Mrs Honeyman right out of sight
‘Cos there’s gonna be a riot down in Trumpton tonight
All this aristocracy has really got to stop
We can overthrow the surgery and kidnap Dr Mopp
And Chippy Minton’s Socialists could storm the Market Square
And make plans to assassinate our autocratic Mayor
Windy Militant leads his Basque-like corn grinders to war
With windmill sails and bombs with nails they smash the town hall door
But Snorty and his boys arrive with one big erstwhile crew
Whereupon they bring about a military coup
Someone get a message through to Captain Snort
That they’d better start assembling the boys from the fort
And keep Mrs Honeyman right out of sight
‘Cos there’s gonna be a riot down in Trumpton tonight
Oh, someone get a message through to Captain Snort
That they’d better start assembling the boys from the fort
And keep Mrs Honeyman right out of sight
‘Cos there’s gonna be a riot down in Trumpton tonight
From: Half Man Half Biscuit: The Trumpton Riots
And it’s spreading like pneumonia
Doesn’t look like going down
There’s trouble at the fire station someone’s had the sack
And the lads are going to launch a scheme get rid of Captain Flack
Tell PC McGarry to get himself a mate
And arm themselves with CS gas
They’re gonna be out late
We’ve had Cant conformism since 1966
And now subversion’s in the air in the shape of flying bricks
Someone get a message through to Captain Snort
That they’d better start assembling the boys from the fort
And keep Mrs Honeyman right out of sight
‘Cos there’s gonna be a riot down in Trumpton tonight
All this aristocracy has really got to stop
We can overthrow the surgery and kidnap Dr Mopp
And Chippy Minton’s Socialists could storm the Market Square
And make plans to assassinate our autocratic Mayor
Windy Militant leads his Basque-like corn grinders to war
With windmill sails and bombs with nails they smash the town hall door
But Snorty and his boys arrive with one big erstwhile crew
Whereupon they bring about a military coup
Someone get a message through to Captain Snort
That they’d better start assembling the boys from the fort
And keep Mrs Honeyman right out of sight
‘Cos there’s gonna be a riot down in Trumpton tonight
Oh, someone get a message through to Captain Snort
That they’d better start assembling the boys from the fort
And keep Mrs Honeyman right out of sight
‘Cos there’s gonna be a riot down in Trumpton tonight
From: Half Man Half Biscuit: The Trumpton Riots
Warming the Bed
I've waited for this moment
All my life and more
And now I see so clearly
What I could not see before.
The time is now or never
This chance won't come again
Throw caution and myself into the wind.
There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But I'm willing to find out what impossible means.
A leap of faith.
Parody of an angel
Miles above the sea
I hear the voice of reason
Screaming after me
"You've flown far too high boy now you're too close to the sun,
Soon your makeshift wings will come undone"
But how will I know limits from lies if I never try?
There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But I'm willing to find out what impossible means.
I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
'Cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me.
Nothing to me
Nothing to me
I will touch the sun or I will die trying.
Die Trying.
Fly on these secondhand wings
Willing to find out what impossible means
I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
'Cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Nothing to me
Means nothing to me
Miles above the sea.
Melting Point of Wax by Thrice
All my life and more
And now I see so clearly
What I could not see before.
The time is now or never
This chance won't come again
Throw caution and myself into the wind.
There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But I'm willing to find out what impossible means.
A leap of faith.
Parody of an angel
Miles above the sea
I hear the voice of reason
Screaming after me
"You've flown far too high boy now you're too close to the sun,
Soon your makeshift wings will come undone"
But how will I know limits from lies if I never try?
There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But I'm willing to find out what impossible means.
I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
'Cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me.
Nothing to me
Nothing to me
I will touch the sun or I will die trying.
Die Trying.
Fly on these secondhand wings
Willing to find out what impossible means
I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
'Cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Nothing to me
Means nothing to me
Miles above the sea.
Melting Point of Wax by Thrice
What a great thread!
Intrigued to see no Doors lyrics though.
Couple of my favourites:
'Sweet Gene Vincent / With nowhere left to hide / With lazy skin and ashtray eyes / And perforated pride'
Ian Dury
And
'About the future I only can reminisce / For what I've had is what I'll never get / And although this may sound strange / My future and my past are presently disarranged / And I'm surfing on a wave of nostalgia / For an age yet to come '
Pete Shelley
Intrigued to see no Doors lyrics though.
Couple of my favourites:
'Sweet Gene Vincent / With nowhere left to hide / With lazy skin and ashtray eyes / And perforated pride'
Ian Dury
And
'About the future I only can reminisce / For what I've had is what I'll never get / And although this may sound strange / My future and my past are presently disarranged / And I'm surfing on a wave of nostalgia / For an age yet to come '
Pete Shelley
Casanova
So come, my friends, be not afraid - we are so lightly here
It is in love that we are made, in love we disappear
Though all the maps of blood and flesh are posted on the door
There’s no one who has told us yet what Boogie Street is for
(Leonard Cohen, "Boogie Street")
The sunshine reminds you of concreted skies
You thought you were flying, until you opened your eyes
And you found yourself falling back to yesterday's lies
Hello, Pleasant Street, oh you know she's back again
You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down!
(Tim Buckley, "Pleasant Street")
It is in love that we are made, in love we disappear
Though all the maps of blood and flesh are posted on the door
There’s no one who has told us yet what Boogie Street is for
(Leonard Cohen, "Boogie Street")
The sunshine reminds you of concreted skies
You thought you were flying, until you opened your eyes
And you found yourself falling back to yesterday's lies
Hello, Pleasant Street, oh you know she's back again
You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down!
(Tim Buckley, "Pleasant Street")
Sex God
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go, (hold on)
when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.
Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade)
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)
REM: everybody hurts
when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go, (hold on)
when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.
Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade)
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)
REM: everybody hurts
Sex God
Quote by Joxer
And if I joined the social whirl
Became procuror of young girls
Then I would have my own bordellos
Scott Walker, Jackie
Jacques Brel actually ....translation by Rod McKuen
I'd have gone for
NEXT
Naked as sin, an army towel
Covering my belly
Some of us blush, somehow
Knees turning to jelly
Next, next
I was still just a kid
There were a hundred like me
I followed a naked body
A naked body follwed me
next, next
I was still just a kid
When my innocence was lost
In a mobile army whorehouse
Gift from the army, free of cost
Next, next
Me, I really would have liked
A little touch of tenderness
Maybe a word, a smile
An hour of happiness
But, next, next
Oh, it wasn't so tragic
The high heavens did not fall
But how much of that time
I hated being there at all
Next, next Now I always will recall
The brothel truck, the flying flags
The queer lieutenant who slapped
Our asses as if we were fags
Next, ne xt
I swear on the wet head
Of my first case of gonorrhea
It is his ugly voice
That I forever hear
Next, next
That voice that stinks of whiskey
Of corpses and of mud
It is the voice of nations
It is the thick voice of blood
Next, next
And since the each woman
I have taken to bed
Seems to laugh in my arms
To whisper through my head
Next, next
All the naked and the dead
Should hold each other's hands
As they watch me scream at night
In a dream no one understands
Next, next
And when I am not screaming
In a voice grown dry and hollow
I stand on endless naked lines
Of the following and the followed
Next, next
One day I'll cut my legs off
Or burn myself alive
Anything, I'll do anything
To get out of line to survive
Never to be next
Never to be next.
You really have to hear it, a brilliant interpretation by Mr Walker
