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Monday, August 1st, 2005
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Your favourite lyrics
I noticed there was no such thread here. So here goes... tell us which are your favourite lyrics.
Some of mine... (though I don't like this particular band) funny, yet sad...  Bound for Glory ~ Ugly Americans Come visit our great society McDonalds, Coca-Cola and MTV Fat asses all over the place Higher genetics of the American race Come explore our cultural mecca You name it, we've got it to show We're gonna pollute the whole wide world And we just want you to know We're ugly Americans, ugly Americans We've come to pollute your grounds Don't you just love us? We're ugly Americans, ugly Americans Spreading our monopolies all around Don't you just love us? Come see our true nature We'll bring you our TV shows We'll disease you with filth and lies As big as Jerrys' nose We're the higher American culture We're coming to your town And we've got NATO behind us When our presidents' pants are down We're ugly Americans, ugly Americans We've come to pollute your grounds Don't you just love us? We're ugly Americans, ugly Americans Spreading our monopolies all around Don't you just love us? No more culture for Europe Our troops will enforce in goodwill But dare raise your finger at us We'll bomb you till you're killed Women and children we don't care We will bomb you too We are the great defenders of democracy We're the red, the white, and the blue We're ugly Americans, ugly Americans We've come to pollute your grounds Don't you just love us? We're ugly Americans, ugly Americans Spreading our monopolies all around Don't you just love us? 
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Re: Your favourite lyrics
Keeping the theme (America) here is a lyric, rather profane though, but that really strikes a cord when describing typical "americanism":
http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/teama...cafuckyeah.htm My all time favourite lyric though, is this one: Du riechst so gut (You smell so good) - Rammstein Der Wahnsinn ist nur eine schmale Brücke die Ufer sind Vernunft und Trieb ich steig dir nach das Sonnenlicht den Geist verwirrt ein blindes Kind das vorwärts kriecht weil es seine Mutter riecht Ich finde dich Die Spur ist frisch und auf die Brücke tropft dein Schweiß dein warmes Blut ich seh dich nicht ich riech dich nur Ich spüre Dich ein Raubtier das vor Hunger schreit wittere ich dich meilenweit Du riechst so gut du riechst so gut ich geh dir hinterher du riechst so gut ich finde dich - so gut ich steig dir nach du riechst so gut gleich hab ich dich Jetzt hab ich dich Ich warte bis es dunkel ist dann fass ich an die nasse Haut verrate mich nicht oh siehst du nicht die Brücke brennt hör auf zu schreien und wehre dich nicht weil sie sonst auseinander bricht Du riechst so gut du riechst so gut ich geh dir hinterher du riechst so gut ich finde dich - so gut ich steig dir nach du riechst so gut gleich hab ich dich Du riechst so gut du riechst so gut ich geh dir hinterher du riechst so gut ich finde Dich - so gut ich fass dich an du riechst so gut jetzt hab ich dich Du riechst so gut du riechst so gut ich geh dir hinterher Translation: Insanity is only a narrow bridge the banks are reason and desire I chase you the sunlight confuses the mind a blind child that crawls forward because it smells its mother I find you The track is fresh and on the bridge drops the sweat, your warm blood I don't see you I only smell you, I sense you a predator that screams of hunger I track you for miles by scent You smell so good you smell so good I follow you you smell so good I find you - so good I chase you you smell so good I will have you soon Now I have you I wait until it is dark then I take hold of your wet skin don't betray me oh don't you see the bridge is burning stop screaming and don't resist because otherwise it will break apart You smell so good you smell so good I follow you you smell so good I find you - so good I chase you you smell so good I will have you soon You smell so good you smell so good I follow you you smell so good I find you - so good I touch you you smell so good now I have you You smell so good you smell so good I follow you
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Re: Your favourite lyrics
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences
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Re: Your favourite lyrics
The Cranberries - Zombie
Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence caused such silence Who are we mistaken But you see it's not me,it's not my family In your head, in your head they are fighting With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their guns In your head in your head,in your head they are cryin' In your head, In your head Zombie What's in your head, in your head Zombie Another mother's breakin'heart is taking over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken It's the same old theme since 1916 In your head,in your head they're still fightin' With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their guns In your head In your head they are dyin' In your head, in your head Zombie What's in your head, in your head Zombie
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Re: Your favourite lyrics
CRUACHAN - Bloody Sunday
Remember well the 30th of January, The feeling of dread that was in the air. The people marched for their right to equality, They only wanted to be treated fair. Shots were fired my a mindless military, The people ran they were unarmed Across the world we will read of Derry And those who died by oppressive hands. 13 people lost their lives that Sunday, Women, children and innocent men. Many wounded lay crying in agony, The knights of Malta attended them. And so began the government cover up. And so began the lies and deceit. Soldiers statement would be changed and torn up, No reports would come from men on the street. As the years went by the people began to talk, The hidden crimes were now being told. Innocent protestors - shot in back, Left to die in the winter cold. The bullets used had all been tampered, Maximum injury would come from them. This tyranny will not go un-noticed, Our day will come again.
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Monday, August 1st, 2005
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AW: Your favourite lyrics
Zombie... that song reminds me of someone
 From the Cranberries I like "Just My Imagination" There was a game we used to play We would hit the town on Friday night And stay in bed until Sunday We used to be so free We were living for the love we had and Living not for reality It was just my imagination x3 There was a time I used to pray I have always kept my faith in love It's the greatest thing from the man above The game I used to play I've always put my cards upon the table Let it never be said that I'd be unstable It was just my imagination x3 There is a game I like to play I like to hit the town on Friday night And stay in bed until Sunday We'll always be this free We will be living for the love we have Living not for reality It's not my imagination x3 Not my x18
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Re: Your favourite lyrics
The Wild Rover
I've been a wild rover for many's the year I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more And it's No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent And I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit, she answered me nay Such a customer as you I can have any day And it's No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best And the words that you told me were only in jest" And it's No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son And, when they've caressed me as oft times before I never will play the wild rover no more And it's No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more do not forget the pint of Guinness while listening to the Wild Rover 
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Re: Your favourite lyrics
JOY DIVISION - TRANSMISSION
Radio, live transmission. Radio, live transmission. Listen to the silence, let it ring on. Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun. We would have a fine time living in the night, Left to blind destruction, Waiting for our sight. And we would go on as though nothing was wrong. And hide from these days we remained all alone. Staying in the same place, just staying out the time. Touching from a distance, Further all the time. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Well I could call out when the going gets tough. The things that we've learnt are no longer enough. No language, just sound, that's all we need know, to synchronise love to the beat of the show. And we could dance. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
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Re: Your favourite lyrics
Unknown - Dedicated Follower of Rangers
His teeth are green, his head is square With a big moustache and curly hair One day he's on Paisley Road, the next day he's in jail He's a dedicated follower of Rangers He hates the Tims, he loves the Queen A naked "bird", he's never seen He holidays in Airdrie and his breath would make you scream He's a dedicated follower of Rangers He likes to sing "Hello Hello", he likes to drink Eldorado There's one thing that he hates and that is cleanliness He thinks that Derek Johnstone is a handsome, witty man He's a dedicated follower of Rangers His team get gubbed on foreign lands And once again, he's on remand But he knows a real good lawyer from his local marching band He's a dedicated follower of Rangers He bangs the drum in Motherwell He bears the bum outside chapel He never smiles he's permanently ragin' He'd probably be a champ if being a fanny was a sport He's a dedicated follower of Rangers
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences
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Re: Your favourite lyrics
Favourite Lyrics... Ok, this is a hard one, because there are quite some...
I have no time to translate them now, might do later, though.  Primavera Es un angel que va cabalgando, cabalgando con brio y valor, va cantando las tristes historias de una guerra que ya terminó. Primavera lejos de mi patria, primavera lejos de mi amor, primavera sin flores y sin risas, primavera a orillas del Wolchow. Y sus aguas, que van al Ladoga, van cantando esta triste canción, canción triste de amor y de guerra, canción triste de guerra y amor. Cuando, ebrio, avanza el enemigo y con Vodka ataca sin valor rasga el aire más fuerte que la metralla las estrofas de mi Cara al Sol. « Cara al Sol », canción antigua y nueva, « Cara al Sol » es el himno mejor, « Cara al Sol » es morir peleando, que mi Patria así me lo pidió. Si en la lucha yo quedar roto marcharia en la Legíón de Honor, montaría la guardia en los luceros, formaría junto al mejor ¡ Montaría la guardia en los luceros, formaría junto al mejor ! Deus, Pátria, Rei Se Deus quiser, há-de brilhar De novo a cora sobre as lusas armas, Que a nossa pátria soube sempre honrar. Que a nossa pátria soube sempre honrar. É tempo de vontade e sacrifício Para a alma portuguesa renascer. Em nossos corações o nobre ofício da história deste reino reescrever. Deus, Pátria, Rei, Fidelidade Àquele que entre nós é o primeiro. Deus, Pátria, Rei, Fidelidade Ao chefe natural e verdadeiro. A fé que nos uniu e que nos move, Que levámos através do mundo inteiro, Não nos falte no momento derradeiro, O que a todos portugueses nos comove. Juntemo-nos de novo sobre a coroa Do chefe da nossa casa real, Ouvindo o povo alegre que apregoa Ontem hoje e sempre Portugal. No passado mergulhar fundo as raízes, No sangue antigo e nobre dos avós, Na pátria que foi berço de países Que chamam portugal à mesma voz Juntemo-nos de novo sobre a coroa Do chefe da nossa casa real, Ouvindo o povo alegre que apregoa Ontem hoje e sempre Portugal... Oriamendi Por Dios, por la Patria y el rey, lucharon nuestros padres. Por Dios, por la Patria y el rey, lucharemos nosotros también. Lucharemos todos juntos, todos juntos en unión, defendiendo la bandera de la Santa Tradición Cueste lo que cueste se ha de conseguir venga el rey Don Carlos a la corte de Madrid Terras de Portugal Lá vem o sol a despontar Num campo verde de esmeraldas Papoilas rubras a sangrar Com tal fulgor sem par Em floridas grinaldas O ar é calmo e perfumado Vibrar já sinto o coração Contando vou sempre embalado Este amor elevado Repetindo a canção Os lábios teus Hei-de beijar Doce romã de embriagar Mimosa flor do meu jardim Trovas de amor dentro de mim Não posso mais sem ti viver Gozar a vida e o prazer Quero ficar no azul dos céus Deixa-me olhar os olhos teus Eu já não sei quais são os meus Suave brisa flutua Poente, fresco e inagarrado A bela e sedutora lua A correr quase nua Pelo mar prateado Esconde o coração perdido Naquele espelho de cristal Um beijo dado defendido Ao seu amor mais querido Terras de Portugal
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Friday, August 5th, 2005
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Re: Your favourite lyrics
One of the most typically cryptical and yet touching songs by Ms. Amos. It's from the Scarlet's Walk album. Guaranteed to crush you.
Tori Amos - Gold Dust Sights and sounds Pull me back down Another year I was here I was here Whipping past The reflecting pool Me and you Skipping school And we make it up As we go along We make it up we Go along You said - You raced from Langley - Pulling me underneath A cherry blossom Canopy -do i have- Of course I have, Beneath my raincoat, I have your photographs. And the sun on your Face I'm freezing that frame And somewhere Alfie cries And says "Enjoy his every smile You can see in the dark through the eyes of Laura Mars" How did it go so fast You'll say As we are looking Back And then we'll Understand We held Gold Dust In our hands Sights and sounds Pull me back down Another year I was here I was here Gaslights Glow in the street (flickering past) Twilight held us In her palm As we walked along And we make it up As we go along We make it up as we go along Letting names Hang in the Air What color hair (auburn crimson) Autumn knowingly Stared And the day that She came I'm freezing that Frame I'm freezing that frame And somewhere alfie Smiles And says "Enjoy her every cry You can see in the dark through the eyes of Laura Mars" How did it go so Fast You'll say as we are looking back And then we'll understand We held Gold Dust In our hands In our hands
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Re: Your favourite lyrics
From the 1996 album Tidal, which is by far my favorite by Fiona Apple (along with the "When the Pawn..."). The ultimate pleading song for those who've screwed up and need a bit of a.. well, spanking?
Fiona Apple - Criminal I've been a bad bad girl I've been careless with a delicate man And its a sad sad world When a girl will break a boy Just because she can Don't you tell me to deny it I've done wrong and I want to Suffer for my sins I've come to you 'cause I need Guidance to be true And I just don't know where i can begin What I need is a good defense 'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal And I need to be redeemed To the one I've sinned against Because he's all I ever knew of love Heaven help me for the way I am Save me from these evil deeds Before I get them done I know tomorrow brings the consequence At hand But i keep livin' this day like The next will never come Oh help me but don't tell me To deny it I've got to cleanse myself Of all these lies till I'm good Enough for him I've got a lot to lose and I'm Bettin' high So i'm beggin' you before it ends Just tell me where to begin What i need is a good defense 'Cause i'm feelin' like a criminal And i need to be redeemed To the one I've sinned against Because he's all I ever knew of love Let me know the way Before there's hell to pay Give me room to lay the law and let me go I've got to make a play To make my lover stay So what would an angel say The devil wants to know What I need is a good defense 'Cause i'm feelin' like a criminal And i need to be redeemed To the one I've sinned against Because he's all I ever knew of love What I need is a good defense 'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal And I need to be redeemed To the one I've sinned against Because he's all I ever knew of love
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Re: Your favourite lyrics
Marc Almond - Tears Run Rings
On heavenly rain You fell into my life Unforgettable smile Unforgettable lies In the name of the cross Or a banner of love With the hand of a friend Or under a blanket of trust The angels sighed A little girl cried The tears run rings around my eyes We’re going to set fire To the house in my heart We’re going to set fire To the whole damn world I don’t understand The wicked things we do In the name of the good In the name of the few The angels sighed The little girl cried The tears run rings around my eyes Don’t look at me With your innocent smile When the bed is burning Around my head When a war breaks out It’ll be no surprise Your unforgettable smile Your unforgettable lies And I’ve got to stop running To make my start We’ve got to get together Before we fall apart They’re pulling down the old slums To build the new They’re bringing back the old rules To please the few In the name of the cross Or a banner of love With the hand of a friend Or under a blanket of trust The angels sighed A little girl cried The tears run rings around my eyes Pull down the old slums To build the new Pull down the love I built with you Promise of tomorrow You never kept And you try to burn the house down When I slept The nation’s in disorder There’s chaos in my heart We’ve got to get together Before we fall apart
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AW: Your favourite lyrics
Darkthrone ~ Kathaarian Life Code
Desert... Night... Coyotes Feel the Cold Wave of The Dark Red Eyes eats through the Vast Nocturnal Landscape A Strong Light - The Only Night This is where he made Sculptures from the Visions that Created The Force Baphomet in Steel For the Flesh of Cain A Throne made by remains of 12 holy Disciples New Disciples rose, one by one, ten by ten All met under the Desert Moonlight Knowledge fired across the Landscape Sparks that mixed with Coyote Eyes Diabolic Forces in a Ceremonial Union And each Beast of the Land took its own way in Living (the) Seven forbidden things were Eternally Desecrated Kathaaria was Built - World without End
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AW: Your favourite lyrics
Ostara ~ Bavaria
I see you selling flowers In the Springtime of decay, I see you painting idols While the Muses turn to grey, And on your bleak horizons Above the bright domain, The buried soul of Europe Alive beyond the breathing grave, I'll meet you here in Bavaria, In fear you'll burn forever, forever I'll meet you here in Bavaria, In dreams we'll live forever, forever This is how we see the world, This is how we see the world, Shining, burning, This is how we see the world, This is how we see the world, Shining, burning, See how the truth divides us In the mercury of pain, See how the truth reminds us Of the blindness that we face, To suffer for the love of life, Sweetness in your cruel embrace, Intimations of mortality The crownless Court of Grace, I'll meet you here in Bavaria, In fear you'll burn forever, forever I'll meet you here in Bavaria, In dreams we'll live forever, forever On the steeples high Where the swans still glide, Imperium, Imperium On the steeples high Where the nights still shine, Imperium, Imperium I'll meet you here in Bavaria, In fear you'll burn forever, forever I'll meet you here in Bavaria, In dreams we'll live forever, forever
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