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Ginger Piglet

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Skyclad, "My Naked I"

A song about lusting after someone who's way out your league.

I wish that you could know one day the secrets I've been keeping,
Of the demons I have locked away they prowl a one track mind.
If you had thought this tongue in cheek was just reserved for speaking
one hour at my sweet mercy would be sure to send you blind.
Speeding through the darkness of this endless Friday night,
In a body with one drunk and careless owner.
There is nobody home but all the light are shining brightly,
How I'd love to wake beside you when it's over.

[Chorus]
Yearning serpent sharp foretooth,
I ache to taste of naked youth.
The fleeting glance I can't forget,
Could make of me an agapet.
The reins that bridle my desire
grow flimsier than your attire.
Feeling brave? then come and try to stare into my naked I.

Like a spider with a fly upon her web
come wrap those legs around me.
Deflower me devour me,
My veins aglow with blood like liquid fire.
I'm a willing victim gagged and bound down on your altar of seduction,
Awaiting my destruction in the all consuming flames of raw desire.

I fear I should be boiled in oil just for these thoughts I'm thinking,
If you'd be my new hobby I could give up DIY.
I've just one vice in life but how its jaws long to be sinking,
In the flesh of Eden's apple with some subtle succubi.
I'd say without a doubt you're the best sex I never had,
Cause in my dreams you wear a necklace white and pearly.
Make mine a triple bromide on the rocks please (stirred and shaken),
Should I wait 'til it's too late or come too early?

Yearning serpent sharp foretooth,
I ache to taste of naked youth.
The feeling glance I can't forget,
Could make of me an agapet.
The reins that bridle my desire
grow flimsier than your attire.
Feeling brave? then come and try to stare at my naked I.

Actually, lots of Skyclad songs have brilliant lines.
 

DumbDosh

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I won’t let you go if you hate me, just don’t amputate me
I won’t try to kill myself today as long as you save me
These drugs are for babies, I’ll manipulate you crazy
Just to get you to crave me

- Cage "Strain"


So we talk and it turns out we don't believe in abortion
And sex outside marriage is against our religion.
And when I try to tell 'em I'm eighteen years old,
They say, "Levi, it's too late,
You gotta do as you're told."

I say, "Mother-in-law? No, we ain't getting married!"
They say, "Soon you will, boy; she just announced it."
I get on my dirt bike and ride to my girl's home,
Gonna lay down the law
And tell her what's going on:

I'm a fucking redneck,
I live to hang out with the boys, play some hockey, do some fishing
And kill some moose.
I like to shoot the shit and do some chilling I guess,
You fuck with me and I kick your ass.

-
Ben Folds "Levi Johnston's Blues"
 

Kikomi

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Your eyes are heavy with sleep
The grass is deepest green
And the flowering world lush around you
Have no fear
Have no fear
You shall change in the blink of an eye
Into the beautiful dancing dust


Our mother has been absent,
ever since we founded Rome
but there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home

You see my face in the stars
You don't know me
You write my name on your walls
But you don't know me
I feel you tracing my scars
But you don't know me
You don't know me at all
I see you down on your knees
But you don't own me
You don't know me at all


You should have built have a statue, and so I did of you

And you were ungrateful and slightly offended at the dimensions of it
You said you looked less like the Venus de Milo, and more like your mother in a straight jacket
I think it's great that you're doing fine now, but enough is enough
And I've had enough
 

Custardpie

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Genesis - Domino
''Sheets of double glazing help to keep outside the night,
Only foreign city sirens can cut through,
Nylon sheets and blankets help to minimize the cold.
But they can't keep out the chilling sounds.
Will the nightmare soon give way to dreaming
That she is here with me?''

a-ha - The Sun Always Shines On TV
''Please don't ask me to defend
The shameful lowlands of the way I'm drifting gloomily though time''

Michael Jackson - She Drives Me Wild
''Black jeans
And a turtleneck sweater
I know the girl is fakin'
'Cause I've seen her look better
She composition
She statistical fact
Got it ready for the willing
Got it kickin' at the back''

Duran Duran - A View To A Kill
''First crystal tears,
Fallen of snowflakes on your body
First time in years
To drench you skin of lover's rosy stain
A chance to find the phoenix for the flame''
 

Damien Thorne

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Guns N’ Roses - It’s So Easy
You get nothin’ for nothin’
If that’s what you do
Turn around bitch
I’ve got a use for you
Besides, you ain’t got nothin’ better to do
And I’m bored
 

Dwight Frye

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Blind Guardian - The Bard’s Song
Now the bard songs are over and it's time to leave
No one should ask you for the name of the one
Who tells the story
Tomorrow will take us away far from home
No one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain

Jethro Tull - At Last, Forever
And who was I to last forever?
I didn’t promise to stay the pace
Not in this lifetime babe
But we’ll cling together
Some kind of Heaven written in your face

Jethro Tull - Pibroch (the whole damn song)

There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley.
There's a thought in the head of the man.
Who carries his dreams like the coat slung on his shoulder,
Bringing you love in the cap in his hand.
And each step he takes is one half of a lifetime:
no word he would say could you understand.
So he bundles his regrets into a gesture of sorrow,
Bringing you love cap in hand.
Catching breath as he looks through the dining-room window:
candle lit table for two has been laid.
Strange slippers by the fire.
Strange boots in the hallway.
Put my cap on my head.
I turn and walk away.
 

LolRaccoon

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"Hope that we feel this way forever,
You can plan a pretty picnic, but you can't predict the weather." - Outkast
 
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IPman

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Jabbie, are you okay?
So, Jabbie, are you okay?
Are you okay, Jabbie?

Jabbie, are you okay?
So, Jabbie, are you okay?
Are you okay, Jabbie?

Jabbie, are you okay?
So, Jabbie, are you okay?
Are you okay, Jabbie?

Jabbie, are you okay?
So, Jabbie, are you okay?
ARE YOU OKAY, JABBIE!

JABBIE, ARE YOU OKAY?
CAN YOU TELL US
THAT YOU'RE OKAY

IT'S THE SOUND OF YOUR BODY
AND YOUR FREEDOM
BEING TAKEN, JABBIE

EVERYBODY TRIED TO WARN YOU
YOU IGNORED THEM
NO REFUNDS, JABBIE


YOU'VE BEEN PRICKED BY
YOU'VE BEEN STRUCK BY
A JEW CRIMINAL
 

SnekTheRat

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For digging up an old thread for a joke, here's a relevant ditty:

"Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain,
And all the children are insane."
 

CaptainTrips

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September Doves by Lost Dog Street Band

There was a very sacred place back where I grew
Between three old pine trees that nobody knew
I’d close my eyes and pass the time like youngin’s often do
But now I’m long gone, completely ruined

Darlin’ you and I were made for many different things
To live and learn and lie and laugh, fight and dance and sing
But our hearts have been so battered by the things that we have seen
And I can feel it in the way you look at me

We could pick any old road and start again
Hell, we could change our names and try to forget
Lord knows I’ll be sorry when it’s done
But circumstances shot us down like September doves
Circumstances shot us down like September doves

My grandmother’s lullabies used to sing me to sleep
I can’t sleep nowadays without liquid relief
Well if lullabies were whiskey then my Grandma’s drinks were cheap
I can’t afford sleep anymore
And we were never made for love our souls are far too old
But loneliness needs company and a lost dog needs a home
So you will be the fire and I will be the coal
Baby we can burn out of control

We could pick any old road and start again
Hell, we could change our names and try to forget
Lord knows I’ll be sorry when it’s done
But circumstances shot us down like September doves
Circumstances shot us down like September doves
We could pick any old road and start again
Hell, we could change our names and try to forget
Lord knows I’ll be sorry when it’s done
But circumstances shot us down like September doves
Circumstances shot us down like September doves
 

MT Foxtrot

No nigger, I don't want no radio.
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Angry Johnny and the Killbillies "Ants in the Butter"

There's a monkey in my kitchen and he's throwing shit at me
I got a rash that won't stop itchin and it's burning when I pee
The rent is due I'm sniffing glue but I just can't stop missing you
In spite of the rotten things that you have done to me

There's bats up in my belfry and there's eels in my pants
The front lawn is on fire and the butter's full of ants
They're banging on my door and there's devils in the floor
Can't take it anymore I wish that you'd come back to me

A thousand fucking reasons that I'd like to see you dead
A thousand fucking things that I still wish I'd never said
A thousand dirty motherfuckers you fucked our bed
But when it's said and done you're still the only girl for me

There's a vortex in my cortex my medulla is on fire
I sewed my broken heart up with some old piano wire
I'm bleeding out of places that I never knew I had
I hated you so much I never thought I could be missing you so bad

I've been gargling with drano I've been eating broken glass
If I saw you in the crosswalk I would stomp down on the gas
There's a body in the crawlspace there's a monster in the hall
And that monkey in the kitchen he's been laughing through it all

I've been honing up my razor while I sing your favorite song
I've been picturing your face with the pretty skin all gone
I've been scratching I've been itching while remembering your bitching
For the life of me I don't know why I'm sorry that you're gone

The giggles of a clown the seem to echo in my head
I'm leaving foot prints all around they're sticky and they're red
There's fingers in the sink and my eyes are turning pink
And all that I can think is how I wish that you'd stay dead

My brain is spinning like a top inside it's goddamn bowl
I gotta tell you loving you sure took it's fucking toll
So someone tell the devil make an offer on my soul
The only thing I'm sure of is I don't need it no more
 

Big Fat Frog

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I’m not sure if I really have a ‘favorite song lyric.’ But if there’s a certain section of a song I happen to just sing aloud to everytime I hear it, it’s that one portion of Troublemaker by Weezer.

I’m gonna be a star,
And people will crane necks,
To get a glimpse of me,
and see if I am having sex,
And studying my moves,
They try to understand,
Why I am so unlike the singers in the other bands.
I’m such a mystery,
As anyone can see.
There isn’t anybody else exactly quite like me.
And when it’s party time,

Like 1999,

I’LL PARTY BY MYSELF BECAUSE I’M SUCH A SPECIAL GUY!

Song link with time stamp
 

Weeb Slinger

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Mark Eitzel, both in his solo output and with the band, American Music Club, can be one hell of a lyricist. I think he is at his best while in storyteller mode. I was introduced to his work through the track All Your Jeans Were Too Tight which appeared on the classic No Alternative compilation, where he gloomily acknowledges of a dying friend: "Trying to make you feel better is like trying to trick St Peter."

The Dance, which featured on the final AMC album, is a good example of his almost literary style of song writing: A cop, completely fucked up on drugs or alcohol, drops in on his girlfriend and forces her to dance with him, while he waves his gun around "like it's a toy, like an orchestra conductor who surrenders to the joy."

The foregone conclusion is foreshadowed in the first verse:

"When she first saw him
In her blood she knew her role
He'd be king of the castle
She'd be the riches he stole
Some only wander through
The empty rooms of their soul
They need the ashes of others
To make them whole"

While the coda is a little on the nose, the build up to the inevitable moment where the gun goes off deftly blends cinematic descriptions of the cops increasingly fried behaviour, as he becomes absorbed by his own temporary madness, and the girl's inner monologue as she attempts to manage him. There's a nice guitar solo too.