Azreal677
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Fuck me brand new are actually one of the best lyrical bands i know, theyre brilliant
you know seventy times seven was written to get back at the lead singer from taking back sunday
basically the tbs guy slept with bn's girlfriend, and he wrote a song about it.
In a tbs song, it says 'best friends means i pull the trigger' and in seventy times 7 it says 'best friends means friends forever'
Also, the the getaway bit, he makes his voice sound exactly like tbs
crazy stuff
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Eck
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They are lyrical geniuses imo 
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Hammer
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'Let the people sing their stories and their songs and the music of their native land. Those lullabies and battlecries and songs of open joy, so join us hand in hand. All across this ancient land, throughout the test of time, it was music that kept their sprits free, those songs of your and of mine'
Best lyric ever 
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Skylined
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You're my angel, you're the only sunshine in my life. Feels like heaven when you take me in your arms....
Darren Styles
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Tom
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^^ 
quote:
Originally posted by stuartmitchell
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to believe
That I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides
delerium - silence
Oh god yes, very special song to me
Also 'Walk on with hope in your heart,and you'll never walk alone etc' 
Oh and when I find myself in times of trouble mother mary comes to me speaking words of wisdom; let it beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee'
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Jamie Walby
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'I squeeze those nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it?'
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Fonz
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...as the business men slowly get stoned,
yes their sharing a drink they call loneliness,
but its better than drinking alone
B Joel, Piano Man
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Tom
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Has anyone heard the hurricane by bob dylan, that's some story in that, more like a story book 
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SteveW
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"This homeless guy asked me for money the other day.
I was about to give it to him and then I thought he was going to use it on drugs or alcohol.
And then I thought, that's what I'm going to use it on.
Why am I judging this poor bastard."
LazyBoy - Underwear Goes Inside The Pants
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Scoty B
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scaramoosh scaramoosh can you have some tango.
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Dione J
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"back of my mind i hope she swallows"
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Marc
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Mr Lenin awaken the boy, Mr Stalin bisexual epoch
Mussolini hangs from a butchers hook, Hitler reprised, in the worm of your soul. Horthys corpse, screened to a million.
Hes a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock, tie his bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want.
So gorgeous sunk to 6 stone, lose my only remaining home, see my third rib away a week later all my flesh disappear.
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view. I want to walk in the snow and not leave a foot print.
My vison is blurred but I can see my ribs and I feel fine.
I am an architect, they call me a butcher, I am a pioneer they call primative. I am purity, they call me perverted.
I am all the things that you regret.
I know I believe in nothing, but its my nothing.
I've been too honest with myself, I should have lied like everybody else.
6 million screaming souls, maybe misery maybe nothing at all. Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing.
Holy mass of dead insect, and life can be as important as death.
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals.
Fucked up, don't know you poor little boy.
We are all of, walking abortions.
I have crawled so far sideways that I have recognised dim traces of creation. I wanna die, die in the summertime.
Little people in little houses, small blind and worthless. Whos reposonsible? You fucking are.
If you really care wash the feet of a begger.
A drained white body hangs from the gallows, is more righteous than Hindleys crochet lectures.
The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong.
Images of perfection, suntan and napalm.
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Ojc
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Verse 1:]
Six Years five months
That's how long we've been havein' this thing
We've got every moment hasn't been perfect
But still when it's perfect it feels
Like we're the only people who have somethin' real
Now 3 years two weeks
That's how long we've been raisin' our family
And I wouldn't go tradin
The love we got
So don't go changin'
I love you just the way you are
[Chorus:]
It's true love
When you say I need me like the way i need you
And you can't be without me
Like I can't be without you
It's true love
When we spend time talking on the phone
Cause you don't want to be alone
It's true love, love, love, love
Don't you know it's good to be in love, love, love, love
Just belive me truthfully cause
Love is never ever makin you cry
Before I tell you a lie
I'll give you my life
Cause that true love
[Verse 2:]
Now when the love is right
Somehow you just know
Because you hold it tight
And you don't want to let it go
And it's so deep insid of you that
You just can't take it cause it fills up your heart
And you just, you can't replace it alone
Somebody's makin love
Non-stop tonight
And And they can't make enough
I know what it feels like
Grb your lover by the hand
Say that you understand
How love really works
So good that is hurts
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
Cause I don't need nobody but you in my life oh baby
Those of you who understand what I'm sayin'
Sing along with me say
Cause I don't need nobody but
You in my life oh baby
Those of you who understand what I'm sayin'
Let me hear you say true love
[Chorus]
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eddiewhiteley
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quote:
Originally posted by Marc
Mr Lenin awaken the boy, Mr Stalin bisexual epoch
Mussolini hangs from a butchers hook, Hitler reprised, in the worm of your soul. Horthys corpse, screened to a million.
Hes a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock, tie his bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want.
So gorgeous sunk to 6 stone, lose my only remaining home, see my third rib away a week later all my flesh disappear.
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view. I want to walk in the snow and not leave a foot print.
My vison is blurred but I can see my ribs and I feel fine.
I am an architect, they call me a butcher, I am a pioneer they call primative. I am purity, they call me perverted.
I am all the things that you regret.
I know I believe in nothing, but its my nothing.
I've been too honest with myself, I should have lied like everybody else.
6 million screaming souls, maybe misery maybe nothing at all. Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing.
Holy mass of dead insect, and life can be as important as death.
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals.
Fucked up, don't know you poor little boy.
We are all of, walking abortions.
I have crawled so far sideways that I have recognised dim traces of creation. I wanna die, die in the summertime.
Little people in little houses, small blind and worthless. Whos reposonsible? You fucking are.
If you really care wash the feet of a begger.
A drained white body hangs from the gallows, is more righteous than Hindleys crochet lectures.
The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong.
Images of perfection, suntan and napalm.
easily the manics best album
"the past was yours but the futures mine" - the stone roses, she bangs the drums
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Tom
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Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
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SteveW
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"She, sits alone in a smoke filled cafe,
watching the world pass her by
shes all of 18 and has looks that tell the truth when she lies"
love that but cant remember what tunes its from
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Demo
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quote:
Originally posted by eddiewhiteley
quote:
Originally posted by Marc
Mr Lenin awaken the boy, Mr Stalin bisexual epoch
Mussolini hangs from a butchers hook, Hitler reprised, in the worm of your soul. Horthys corpse, screened to a million.
Hes a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock, tie his bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want.
So gorgeous sunk to 6 stone, lose my only remaining home, see my third rib away a week later all my flesh disappear.
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view. I want to walk in the snow and not leave a foot print.
My vison is blurred but I can see my ribs and I feel fine.
I am an architect, they call me a butcher, I am a pioneer they call primative. I am purity, they call me perverted.
I am all the things that you regret.
I know I believe in nothing, but its my nothing.
I've been too honest with myself, I should have lied like everybody else.
6 million screaming souls, maybe misery maybe nothing at all. Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing.
Holy mass of dead insect, and life can be as important as death.
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals.
Fucked up, don't know you poor little boy.
We are all of, walking abortions.
I have crawled so far sideways that I have recognised dim traces of creation. I wanna die, die in the summertime.
Little people in little houses, small blind and worthless. Whos reposonsible? You fucking are.
If you really care wash the feet of a begger.
A drained white body hangs from the gallows, is more righteous than Hindleys crochet lectures.
The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong.
Images of perfection, suntan and napalm.
easily the manics best album
cant do any more but agree with the pair of you
nothing will ever be as creatively written as the holy bible
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Robin
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i said a lyric, not a whole bloody song
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Marc
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They're all differant lyrics Robin
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Bram
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I think Jay-Z is up there as one of the best rap lyricists............
"She says she likes my necklace, started relaxin', now thats what fuck I call a chain reaction!"
I'm not a businessman, I'm business......man!"
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Crutey
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'...and all the weekend rockstars are in the bathroom practicing their lines....'
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Crutey
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Also when it comes to rappers, lot to be said for Biggie, some of his were class.
'Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis.
When i was dead broke man
i couldn't picture this,
50 inch screens, money green, leather sofa,
got 2 rides, a limousine with a chauffer.....'
And you have to tip the hat to Tupac also!
[Edited on 18-10-2006 by Crutey]
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TomWilly
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"I light a Candle and place it up on the mantle,
grab a Knife by the blade and stab you with the fucking handle"
Marshall Mathers
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woodywoods12345
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Why are you all posting the full songs?
Anyway my faves are:
"New kids on the block suck alot of dick, boy/girl groups make me sick, and i cant wait till i catch all you faggots in public, im'a luv it"
"i just love when a n!gger bring his whole crew, just bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through"
"i just wanna fuccccccccckkkkkk you, no kissing and hugging girl u gotta husband who loves, you"
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andy1868
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i quite like The Offpsring for lyrics tbh
"love for life, such noble words for a noble mind, show me a love for life"
-The Offspring: i'll be waiting
Now do you see the light
Fading while your world is crumbling
Out on patrol
And all you can do is sit and stare
What revelation have you now
What culmination to your speck of life
Your moment in time
The Offspring: Out on Patrol
i would seriously recommend everyone goes and listens to the self titled album and Ignition, oh so fucking good, and less punky than their newer stuff
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