FAVORITE LYRICS?

[Midwest Spy]

She stood there bright as the sun on that California coast.

He was a Midwestern boy on his own.

She looked at him with those soft eyes, so innocent and blue.

He knew right then he was too far from home.

^love that last line

-Bob Seger, Hollywood Nights

Check out the Nine Tonight live album from Bob. Every song sounds better than original recording.

[Midwest Spy]

Until you've been beside a man, you don't know what he wants.

You don't know if he cries at night, you don't know if he don't.

When nothing comes easy...

Old nightmares are real.

Until you've been beside a man, you don't know how he feels.


Once inside a woman's heart, a man must keep his head.

Heaven opens up the door, where angels fear to tread.

Some men go crazy, some men go slow.

Some men go just where they want, some men never go.

Ooohhh, blame it on midnight.

Ooooo, shame on the moon.

-Bob Seger, Shame On The Moon, from The Distance

[BlueTiki]

Rubin ‘Hurricane’ Carter dead at 76

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

Yes, 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 coulda been
The champion of the world

Bob Dylan - Hurricane

[Maggot]

Time is so precious. You cannot put a price tag on it.

[HairOfTheDog]

Let Time Go Lightly

Morning, a time for breaking ground and sowing seeds,
and yet we give up our sunshine
so we can buy what we need.
That leaves the evening, to share a fire with a friend or two,
to lose sight of the hours
To go lightly with you

I let time go lightly when I'm here with you,
I let time go lightly when the day is through.
I keep a watch on time when I've have work to do,
I let time go lightly with you.

Old friends, they mean much more to me than the new friends,
Cause they can see where you are,
and they know where you've been.
Music, has been my oldest friend, my fiercest foe,
cause it can take me so high,
(High.....) Yes it can make me so low.

I let time go lightly when I'm here with you,
I let time go lightly when the day is through.
I keep a watch on time when I've have work to do,
I let time go lightly with you.

--Harry Chapin

[crash]

I don't like the face message of this song, but I love the underlying message. I don't like the face value of the lyrics, but I dig how they're put together. I'm not fond of the repetition but I love it's effect. The clip is ridiculously depressing and obvious but deliciously painful. I hate the story but I want to be in it...



Mock away, it's not really my style of music, I kind of hate it, but I'm in love with it at the moment. It refuses to get out of my head..

[HairOfTheDog]

^ No mocking from me, crash.

I think you summed it up perfectly. I found it oddly mesmerizing, too.

And, I've met that distraction who keeps licking her neck (well, a reasonable facsimile thereof).

[Blindgreed1]

I don't like the face message of this song, but I love the underlying message. I don't like the face value of the lyrics, but I dig how they're put together. I'm not fond of the repetition but I love it's effect. The clip is ridiculously depressing and obvious but deliciously painful. I hate the story but I want to be in it...



Mock away, it's not really my style of music, I kind of hate it, but I'm in love with it at the moment. It refuses to get out of my head..

Minnie Mouse called and asked for her voice back without the autotune.

[HairOfTheDog]

I like her voice -- doesn't sound like Minnie to me, though Minnie is high all the time too.

I like the video, but prefer the live audio.

[Blindgreed1]

My shadow's
shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in

My shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.

I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within

My shadow
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.

I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.

I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.

See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two are just ahead of me.

[HairOfTheDog]

Tool!

Makes sitting through full aenema sound like a pleasant experience.

Hey, Mo is technically 46 and 2 as of yesterday, literally anyway.

[Blindgreed1]

Tool!

Makes sitting through full aenema sound like a pleasant experience.

Hey, Mo is technically 46 and 2 as of yesterday, literally anyway.

As am I. And BTW, Aenima has always been my favorite.

[Blindgreed1]

May as well quote my own lyric since we're talking favorites here...

An angel with a broken wings, i've been seduced by your lies (I've been deceived again).
You wander to the wishin well, but the well ran dry. I've been tortured by your screams and your cries yeah, because your robot minds they're perplexed in speech. With all the wordz and all the shit ya preachin to me, I'll never take it anymore, no.

These are the wordz, I left behind. Before I lost, lost my mind.

I can afford to sit and bitch, about the ways you make the pitch. Land of the free, home of the slaves. Lead us to slaughter, show me the way. But your robot minds they're perplexed in speech. With all the wordz and all shit ya preachin to me, my life's a waste. I feel like a whore.

These are the wordz, I left behind. Before I lost, lost my mind. The wordz burn into setences. Your wordz are drawn out. You speak the word of god? (speak the word of god) Shut your fuckin mouth!

Now you lie bleeding, on the floor. I'm still a bitchin just like before. I heard your screams and your cries. I'll piss on your grave when you die. But your robot minds they're perplexed in speech. With all the wordz and all shit ya preachin to me...

These are the wordz, I left behind. Before I lost, lost my mind. The wordz burn into setences. Your wordz are drawn out. You speak the word of god? (speak the word of god) Shut your fuckin mouth!

You can censor my thoughts, fuck the rest! Explicit lyrics are always the best, freedom of speech... Yeah, just more fuckin lies. Political sluts (political sluts), political sluts... And all their fat fuckin wives die! They die!

These are the wordz, I left behind. Before I lost, lost my mind. The wordz burn into setences. Your wordz are drawn out. You speak the word of god? (speak the word of god), speak the word of god Shut your fuckin mouth! Shut yor fuckin mouth! Your wordz... Bullshit.

[crash]

And, I've met that distraction who keeps licking her neck (well, a reasonable facsimile thereof).

The story is sold so well... I want push that guy aside and have a turn!

[Cutz]

Mock away, it's not really my style of music, I kind of hate it, but I'm in love with it at the moment. It refuses to get out of my head..

I love that song. Exactly my type of music.

[HairOfTheDog]

May as well quote my own lyric since we're talking favorites here...

Good stuff, Gunnar. Really good stuff.

I felt a kind of acquired complacency behind a front of anger and rebellion (against the establishment herders and the sheep) when I read your lyrics.

I don't know if that's what you meant to convey when you wrote the lyrics, but that's the power of art and music, right? Open to interpretation and invoking different feelings in different people (if you're good and lucky).

Were those words put to music and recorded?

[Duchess]

Neck licking/kissing/sucking/biting is heavenly. I dare anyone to disagree.

[Blindgreed1]

May as well quote my own lyric since we're talking favorites here...

Good stuff, Gunnar. Really good stuff.

I felt a kind of acquired complacency behind a front of anger and rebellion (against the establishment herders and the sheep) when I read your lyrics.

I don't know if that's what you meant to convey when you wrote the lyrics, but that's the power of art and music, right? Open to interpretation and invoking different feelings in different people (if you're good and lucky).

Were those words put to music and recorded?

You nailed it and it is now playing in BG1's mosh pit.

[Blindgreed1]

More MJK genius:

I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From '92,
The first EP.

And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.

Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man,

And if I'm the man,

Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

So I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,

If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar

So...Shut up and

Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.

[Midwest Spy]

Hate me if you want:

Who do you need, who do you love, when you come undone.

Duran Duran