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Hilarity aside, what classifies Bright Eyes as shit music? Not bitter, just honestly curious. I mean his majority fan base is a bunch of pussies, but I don't get why people give the music flak.
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well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings
mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches! (damn things nearly hardly flap) canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures that look like... long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl (like a ground -plan of Hell) curse these smartin strings! these fucken ruptures! enough! enough is enough! (if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out) if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out ah caint tolerate this ol tin-tub so fulla trash and rats! Felt one crawl across mah soul for a seckon there , as thought as wassa back down in the ghetto! (rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!) ah'm bailin out! there's a mutiny in Heaven! ah wassa born... and Lord shakin, even then was dumpt into some icy font, like some great stinky unclean! from slum-chuch to slum-church, ah spilt mah heart to some fat cunt behind a screen... evil poppin eye presst up to the opening he'd slide shut the lil perforated hatch...at night mah body blusht to the whistle of the birch with a lil practice ah soon learnt to use in on mahself punishment?! reward!! punishment?! reward!! well, ah tied on...percht on mah bed ah was... sticken a needle in mah arm... ah tied off! fucken wings burst out mah back (like ah was cuttin teeth!!) ah took off!!! (rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!) there's a mutiny in Heaven! oh lord, ah git down on mah knees (ah git down on mah knees and start to pray) wrapped in mah mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze in the howlin wind and drivin rain (all the trash blowin round 'n' round) from slum-heaven into town ah take mah tiny pain and rollin back mah sleeve (roll anna roll anna roll anna roll) ah yank the drip outa mah vein! UTOPIATE! ah'm bailin out! UTOPIATE! if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out! mah threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse thoughts come like a plague to the head...in god's house! mutiny in Heaven! (ars infectio porco Dio) to the plank! (rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!) ah'm bailin out! (hail Hypuss Dermio Vita Rex!) hole inna ghetto! hole inna ghetto! (Scabio Murem per Sanctum...Dio, Dio, Dio) |
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H! A! M! L! E! T! Yeah...
Hamlet's fishing in the grave a-fishing in the grave thru the custard bones and stuff he ain't got no friend in there no he ain't got no friend in there I believe our man's in love Hamlet got a gun-now he wears a crucifix he wears a crucifix pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow Hamlet move so beautiful moves so beautiful walking thru the flowers waving to the people all those beautiful people lying in the shadows he's movin' down the street-now he likes the look of that Cadillac and now he wants that Cadillac pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow is this love some kinda love is this love some kinda love now he's comin' down my street crawling up my stairs he's coming to my room he's knocking on my door WHERE FOR ART THOU BABY-FACE where... for... art... thou... pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow is this love is this love POW! he shoot it inside he shoot it inside POW! some kinda love... don't let 'em steal your heart away he went and stole my heart POW! hey hey hey POW!! |
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has no one mentioned nick cave yet????????? im amazed if he hasnt been mentioned
My face is finished my body's gone and I can't help but think standin' up here in all this applause and gazin' down at all the young and the beautiful with their questioning eyes that I must above all things love myself that I must above all things love myself that I must above all things love myself I saw a girl in the crowd I ran over I shouted out I asked if I could take her out but she said that she didn't want to I changed the sheets on my bed I combed my hair across my head I sucked in my gut and still she said that she just didn't want to I read her (don't know) and I read her Yeats I tried my best to stay up late I fixed the hinges on her gate but still she just never wanted to I bought her a dozen snow white doves I did auditions(?) in rubber gloves I called her honey bee, I called her love but she just still didn't want to she just never wants to Damn! I sent her every type of flower I played the guitar by the hour I padded her revolted little (don't know) but still she just didn't want to I wrote a song with 100 lines I picked a bunch of dandelions I walked her through the trembling pines but she just even then didn't want to she just never wants to I thought I'd try another 'tack I'd drink a liter of cognac I threw up down her back but she just laughed and said she just didn't want to I thought I'd have another go I called her my little ho I felt like (don't know) soul must feel when she said that she just never wanted to she just didn't want to I got the no pussy blues (rep.) Seems I was wrong with the flowers... or...... Father says it, mother says it Sister says it, brother says it Uncle says it, Auntie says it Everyone at the party says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The horse says it, the pig says it The judge in his wig says it The fox and the rabbit And the nun in her habit says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire My mate Bill Gates says it The President of the United States says it The slacker and the worker The girl in her burqa says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The general with his tank says it The man at the bank says it The soldier with his rocket And the mouse in my pocket says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The drug-addled wreck With a needle in his neck says it The drunk says it, punk says it The brave Buddhist monk says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire Hit me up, baby, and knock me down Drop what you´re doing and come around We can hold hands till the sun goes down Cause I know That you And I Can be Together Cause I love you The blind referee says it The unlucky amputee says it The giant killer bee Landing on my knee says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The cop with his breathalyser The paddy with his fertiliser The man in the basement That´s getting a taste for it says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The fucked-up Rastafarian says it The dribbling libertarian says it The sweet little Goth With the ears of cloth says Babe, I´m on fire Babe´ I´m on fire The cross-over country singer says it The hump-backed bell ringer says it The swinger, the flinger The outraged right-winger says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The man going hiking says it The misunderstood Viking says it The man at the rodeo And the lonely old Eskimo says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire Chorus The mild little Christian says it The wild Sonny Liston says it The pimp and the gimp And the guy with the limp says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The blind piano tuner says it The Las Vegas crooner says it The hooligan mooner Holding a schooner says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The Chinese contortionist says it The backyard abortionist says it The poor Pakistani With his lamb Bhirriani says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The hopeless defendant says it The toilet attendant says it The pornographer, the stenographer The fashion photographer says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The college professor says it The vicious cross-dresser says it Grandma and Grandpa In the back of the car says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire Chorus The hack at the doorstep says it The midwife with her forceps says it The demented young lady Who is roasting her baby On the fire Babe, I´m on fire The athlete with his hernia says it Picasso with his Guernica says it My wife with her furniture Everybody! Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The laughing hyena says it The homesick polish cleaner says it The man from the Klan With a torch in his hand says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The Chinese herbologist says it The Christian apologist says it The dog and the frog Sitting on a log says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The foxhunting toff says it The horrible moth says it The doomed homosexual With the persistent cough says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire Chorus The Papist with his soul says it The rapist on a roll says it Jack says it, Jill says it As they roll down the hill Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The clever circus flea says it The sailor on the sea says it The man from the Daily Mail With his dead refugee says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The hymen-busting Zulu says it The proud kangaroo says it The koala, the echidna And the platypus too says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The disgraced country vicar says it The crazed guitar picker says it The beatnik, the peacenik The apparachick says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The deranged midnight stalker says it Garcia Lorca says it The hit man, Walt Whitman And the haliototic talker says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire Chorus The wine taster with his nose says it The fireman with his hose says it The pedestrian, the equestrian The tap-dancer with his toes says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The beast in the beauty pageant The pimply real estate agent The beach-comber, the roamer The girl in a coma says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The old rock´n´roller With his two-seater stroller And the fan in the van With the abominable plan says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The menstruating Jewess says it The nervous stewardess says it The hijacker, the backpacker The cunning safecracker says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The sports commentator says it The old alligator says it The tennis pro with his racquet The loon in the straight jacket Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire Chorus The butcher with his cleaver says it The mad basket weaver says it The jaded boxing writer And the glass-jawed fighter says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The old town cryer says it The inveterate liar says it The pilchard, the bream And the trout in the stream Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The war correspondent says it The enthused and the despondent says it The electrician, the mortician And the man going fishin´ says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The cattleman from Down Under says it The patriot with his plunder says it Watching a boat of full of refugees Sinking into the sea Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The silicone junky says it The corporate flunky says it The Italian designer With his rickshaw in China says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire Chorus The trucker with his juggernaut says it The lost astronaut says it The share cropper, the bent copper The compulsive shopper says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire The Viennese vampire says it The cowboy round his campfire says it The game show panellist The Jungian analyst says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire Warren says it, Blixa says it The lighting guy and mixer says it Mick says it, Marty says it Everyone at the party says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on Fire The hairy arachnophobic says it The scary agoraphobic says it The mother, the brother And the decomposing lover says Babe, I´m on fire Babe, I´m on fire |
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I live in a town called Millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole town turn to gold It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all gotta die My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie I'm closing in on my fifteenth year And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green Then you sure didn't see them around here My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing La la la la La la la lie Mama often told me we all got to die You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home They found him next week in One Mile Creek His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning La la la la La la la lie Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school And we all had to watch as he buried her His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing La la la la La la la lie Even God's little creatures, they have to die Our little town fell into a state of shock A lot of people were saying things that made little sense Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence Foul play can really get a small town going La la la la La la la lie Even God's children all have to die Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate Was stabbed but the job was not complete The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!" Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning La la la la La la la lie The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven I've struck horror in the heart of this town Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow It's more like the other way around I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming La la la la La la la lie Sooner or later we all gotta die Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it! It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going La la la la La la la lie Mama always told me that we all gotta die Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going La la la la La la la lie All God's children have all gotta die There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers You assumed were accidents, best forgotten Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo? Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing La la la la La la la lie Even twenty little children, they had to die And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing La la la la La la la lie Rich man, poor man, all got to die Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial I was laughing when they took me away Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail It ain't such bad old place to have a home in La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all gotta die Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests I keep telling them they're out to get me They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course! There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!" So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all have to die La la la la La la la lie I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine Singing La la la la La la la lie Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they gotta die or Well the night was deep and the night was dark And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town Some big ceremony was going down Dancers writhed and squirmed and then, Came apart and then writhed again Like squirming flies on a pin In the heat and in the din Yes, in the heat and in the din I fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn Well, midnite came and clock did strike And in she came, did John Finn's wife With legs like scissors and butcher's knives A tattooed breast and flaming eyes And a crimson carnation in her teeth Carving her way through the dance floor And I'm standing over by the bandstand Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife Yeah, every eye gaping on John Finn's wife Now John Finn's wife was something of a mystery In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty I had brass knuckles and a bolo knife Over near the bandstand with John Finn's wife She got perfumed breasts and raven hair Sprinkled with wedding confettis And a gang of garrotters were all giving me stares Armed, as they were, with machetes And the night through the window was full of lights Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife Next came the cops, all out on the town But it don't look like no trouble there As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits And I slip my hand between the thighs of John Finn's wife And they seemed to yawn awake, her things It was a warm and very ferocious night The moon full of blood and light And my eyes grew small and my eyes grew tight As I plotted in the ear of John Finns' wife Enter John Finn in his shrunken suit With his quick black eyes and black cheroot With his filled-down teeth and a hobnail boot And his fists full of pistols in his pockets Aiming at me and aiming at his wife The band fall silent fearing for their lives And with fear in my guts like tangled twine Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife And mad John Finns' wife is all And the three of us walk out of the hall Now the night bore down upon us all You could hear the crickets in the thickets call And guns did flare and guns did bawl And I planted my bolo knife in the neck Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched life Now I'm over near the bandstand Every hand moving on John Finns' wife Every hand moving on John Finns' wife And John Finns' wife Took all the flowers down From her hair And threw them on the ground And the flies did hum And the flies did buzz around Poor John Finn Lying dead upon the ground Lying dead upon the ground the man has to be the finest songwriter around at the moment..... |
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He seems to be about as popular as a Stone Temple Pilots album around here, but purely as a lyricist you'd need to look pretty hard to beat Bob Dylan. Cool as he may not be, he's still pound for pound the best lyricist I've ever heard.
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Foetus wrote great (and very funny) lyrics back in the day.
LUST FOR DEATH If I ain't back by 5am start phoning round the hospitals The memories of all my pearls are pouring out my nostrils I'm the one Mother Nature had to recall My back back back's against the wall Put me out of my misery - I'm dying to get away from it all North South Mae West - da boid gets da boid I'm shaken but I ain't stoid - I'm gonna carry on undetoid I got a LUST FOR DEATH Got a lust got a lust got a LUST FOR DEATH Libido in Limbo - Legs Akimbo Never even ever read a word of Rimbaud The walls of my stomach think they're JERICHO I'm about to meet my MEXICO Make mine a double TEXACO I'M THE DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DADDIO I'se coughin up blood on a nice clean shirt Nose eyes ears throat roads are blocked Can see the light at the end of the tunnel And I'd rather die young than diurnal I'm the one Ralph Nader had to recall My BACK BACK BACK'S up against the wall Put me outa my misery - I'm dying to get away from it all North South Mae West - My lips are blue and so am I North South Mae West - Gimme a break! LUST or BUST! NORTH SOUTH MAE WEST - I maybe shakin but I ain't stoid Da boid gets da boid - I mo carry on undetoid I BIN HUNG! IBIN HUNG! THROAT CUR MEAT HOOK FROM THE ROOF! HUMAN HEIFFER FOR A FILLET VEAL! HUGH HEFNER AND A HUMAN MEAL! SOMEONE'S MAKING ME A HUMAN MEAL! SOMEONE'S MAKING ME A HUMAN MEAL! I got a LUST FOR DEATH Got a lust got a lust got a LUST FOR DEATH Libido in Limbo - Legs Akimbo Never even ever read a word of Rimbaud The walls of my stomach think they're JERICHO I'm about to meet my MEXICO Make mine a double TEXACO I'M THE DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DADDIO |
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i liked nick cave's birthday party lyrics, 'the murder ballads' lyrics, 'from her to eternity' lyrics, and 'henry's dream' (check 'eraserhead' reference!) lyrics best.
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Bernie Taupin wrote some of the most beautiful lyrics ever, IMO. Rocket Man is gorgeous.
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