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    Fiona Apple - Slow Like Honey

    You moved like honey in my dream last night
    Yeah, some old fires were burning
    You came near to me and you endeared to me
    But you couldn't quite discern me

    Does that scare you? I'll let you run away
    But your heart will not oblige you
    You'll remember me like a melody
    Yeah, I'll haunt the world inside you

    And my big secret - Gonna win you over
    Slow like honey, heavy with mood

    I'll let you see me, I'll covet your regard
    I'll invade your demeanor
    And you'll yield to me like a scent in the breeze
    And you'll wonder what it is about me

    It's my big secret - Keeping you coming
    Slow like honey, heavy with mood

    Though dreams can be deceiving
    Like faces are to hearts
    They serve for sweet relieving
    When fantasy and reality lie too far apart

    So I stretch myself across, like a bridge
    And I pull you to the edge
    And stand there waiting
    Trying to attain
    The end to satisfy the story
    Shall I release you?
    Must I release you?
    As I rise to meet my glory

    But my big secret
    Gonna hover over your life
    Gonna keep you reaching
    When I'm gone like yesterday
    When I'm high like heaven
    When I'm strong like music
    'Cause I'm slow like honey, and
    Heavy with mood

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    ^ Fiona has such great lyrics.
    Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission. But could you accomplish it? (Rilke)

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    Maybe I'm weird, but I don't listen to lyrics much. I've tried with Tori Amos and given up making sense of most of it.

    The one that sticks out for me as memorable is an old B52s song:

    (originally from the album The B-52's)
    Ahhhahhhahhahh
    She came from Planet Claire
    I knew she came from there
    She drove a Plymouth Satellite
    Faster than the speed of light
    Planet Claire has pink air
    All the trees are red
    No one ever dies there
    No one has a head
    Ahhhahhhahhahh
    Some say she's from Mars
    Or one of the seven stars
    That shine after 3:30 in the morning
    WELL SHE ISN'T
    She came from Planet Claire
    She came from Planet Claire
    She came from Planet Claire
    Ahhhahhhahhahhahhahh

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    Quote Originally Posted by highlander29 View Post
    Maybe I'm weird, but I don't listen to lyrics much.
    I've heard a lot of people say this, surprisingly. I'm BIG on lyrics. It can make or break a song sometimes.

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    Morrissey (what's a lyrics thread without him?)
    How Could Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel


    She told me she loved me
    which means she must be insane
    I've had my face dragged in
    fFifteen miles of shit
    and I do not, and I do not,
    and I do not like it

    So how can anybody say
    they know how I feel?
    The only one around here who is me, is ME

    They said they respect me
    which means their judgment is crazy
    I've had my face dragged in
    fifteen miles of shit
    and I do not, and I do not,
    and I do not like it

    So how can anybody say
    they know how I feel?
    When they are they, and only I am I

    He said he wants to befriend me
    which means he can't possibly know me
    The voices of the real and the imagined cry,
    "The future is passing you by"
    "The future is passing you by"

    So how can anybody possibly think they know how I feel,
    Everybody looks, sees pain, and walks away.

    And as for you in your uniform,
    your smelly uniform,
    you think you can be rude to me
    because you wear a uniform,
    a smelly uniform,
    and so you think you can be rude to me

    But even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you
    Yes, even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you
    Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave
    I would never be you
    Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission. But could you accomplish it? (Rilke)

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    Eminem - Be Careful What you Wish For-



    So this is it...
    This is what I wished for
    Just isn't how I envisioned it
    Famed to the point of imprisonment
    I just thought the shit'd be different
    But something changed
    The minute that I got a whiff of it
    I started to inhale it
    Smell it
    Started sniffin' it
    And it became my cocaine
    I just couldn't quit
    I just wanted a little bit
    Then it turned me (in) to a monster
    I became a hypocrite
    Concert after concert

    I was raking in the dough
    Rolling in green
    Had the game hemmed up
    Like a sewing machine
    But I was losing my freedom
    There was no where for me
    To not go and be seen
    And just go and be me
    And there was no in-between
    You either loved it or hate it

    Every CD critics gave it a 3, then 3
    Years later, they'd go back and re-rate it
    And call the Slim Shady LP the greatest
    The Marshall Mathers was a classic
    The Eminem Show was fantastic
    But Encore just didn't have the caliber to match it <---- :steam:
    I guess enough time just ain't passed, yet
    A couple more years, that shit'll be ill-matic
    And eight years later, I'm still at it
    Divorce, re-married
    A felon
    A father
    Sleeping pill addict
    And this is real talk
    I feel like the Incredible Hulk
    My back has been broke, and I can still walk


    YouTube - Eminem - Careful What You Wish For (BONUS TRACK Relapse) full song

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    Nazareth - Love Hurts

    love hurts, love scars,
    love wounds, and marks,
    any heart, not tough,
    or strong, enough
    to take a lot of pain,
    take a lot of pain
    love is like a cloud
    Holds a lot of rain
    love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts

    I'm young, I know,
    but even so
    I know a thing, or two
    I learned, from you
    I really learned a lot,
    really learned a lot
    love is like a flame
    it burns you when it's hot
    Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts

    some fools think of happiness
    blissfulness, togetherness
    some fools fool themselves I guess
    they're not foolin' me

    I know it isn't true,
    I know it isn't true
    love is just a lie,
    made to make YOU blue
    love hurts, ooh,ooh love hurts
    ooh,ooh love hurts


    I know it isn't true,
    I know it isn't true
    love is just a lie,
    made to make YOU blue
    love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts
    ooh ooh love hurts
    ooh ooh...

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    NoFX - Hotdog in a Hallway

    She'll have another piece of pie
    She'll have a double reuben rye
    She works hard at eating well
    That's why I love her

    She's got a couple of pony kegs
    Her arms are bigger than my legs
    And when she holds me I can't breathe
    That's why I love her

    I'm her butter she's my bread
    She's like a mobile waterbed
    And when I got on top of her
    I can't touch the mattress

    And when her flesh begins to sag
    She's like a human sleeping bag
    I feel so cozy, safe and warm
    She's my insulation

    I always know where she sat
    And when she's on me I get flat
    Some broken ribs a punctured lung
    That's why I love her

    She's my Phillie I'm her Stud
    Her bean is bigger than my pud
    It's like feeding a tic-tac to a whale
    That's why I love her

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    Lyrically, this is one of my favorite christmas songs.

    Christmas Song by Dave Matthews
    She was his girl; he was her boyfriend
    She be his wife and make him her husband
    A surprise on the way, any day, any day
    One healthy little giggling dribbling baby boy
    The wise men came three made their way
    To shower him with love
    While he lay in the hay
    Shower him with love love love
    Love love love
    Love love is all around
    Not very much of his childhood was known
    Kept his mother Mary worried
    Always out on his own
    He met another Mary for a reasonable fee, less than
    Reputable as known to be

    His heart full of love love love
    Love love love
    Love love is all around
    When Jesus Christ was nailed to his tree
    Said "oh, Daddy, oh I can see how it all soon will be
    I came to shed a little light on this darkening scene
    Instead I fear I've spill the blood of my children all around"


    The blood of my children all around
    The blood of our children all around
    So I'm told, so the story goes
    The people he knew were
    Less than golden hearted
    Gamblers and robbers
    Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers
    Like you and me

    Rumors insisited he soon would be
    For his deviations
    Taken into custody by the authorities
    Less informed than he.
    Drinkers and jokers. all soul searchers
    Searching for love love love
    Love love love
    Love love is all around

    Preparations were made
    For his celebration day
    He said "eat this bread and think of it as me
    Drink this wine and dream it will be
    The blood of our children all around
    The blood of our children all around"
    The blood of our children all around

    Father up above, why in all this hatred do you fill
    Me up with love
    Fill me love love love
    Love love love
    Love love's all around

    Father up above, why in all this anger do you fill
    Me up with love, fill me love love love
    Love love love
    Love love love
    Love love love
    Love love love
    Love love love
    Love love

    And the blood of our children all around
    Bolded is my favorite part.



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    The Jesus and Mary Chain - Halfway to Crazy

    Crazy
    I'm halfway to crazy
    Suicide could save me -
    Oh, is that much too extreme
    It's such a sad and sorry scene

    Lovers
    Tongue-tied and tied to the tongue
    Making deals gone bad by the dawn
    Every dog must have it's day,
    and then it's got to be in pain

    That's me being torn at the seams
    Going mad in the middle of a dream
    Catch me getting it wrong from the start
    Catch me 'cause I'm falling apart

    Crazy
    I'm halfway to crazy
    Suicide would waste me
    Homicide would break me
    Tongue-tied and tied to the tongue
    Oh, is life as bad as dreams?
    I guess that's just the way it seems...
    Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission. But could you accomplish it? (Rilke)

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    Elbow - Ribcage

    We blew the doors, didn't we?
    Pissed in their champagne
    And did a real thing, didn't we?
    Gave ourselves a name
    And peeled away the shame
    I wanted to explode
    To pull my ribs apart
    And let the sun inside

    Red stain blossoms
    And all you have is kisses

    And when the sunshine
    Throwin' me a lifeline
    Finds its way into my room
    All I need is you

    We called that love
    All you have is kisses
    And all I need is you

    *******

    Bright Eyes - Waste of Paint

    I have a friend, he is mostly made of pain.
    And he wakes up, drives to work,
    and then straight back home again.
    He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.
    I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover.
    And I tried to tell him he had a sense
    of color and composition so magnificent.
    And he said

    "Thank you, please
    but your flattery
    is truly not
    becoming me.
    Your eyes are poor.
    You're blind.
    You see,
    no beauty could have come from me.
    I'm a waste
    of breath,
    of space,
    of time."

    I knew a woman, she was dignified and true.
    And her love for her man was one of her many virtues.
    Until one day, she found out that he had lied
    and she decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie.
    But she was grateful for everything that had happened.
    And she was anxious for all that would come next.
    But then she wept.
    What did you expect?
    In that big, old house
    with the cars she kept.
    "And such is life," she often said.
    With one day leading
    to the next,
    you get a little closer to your death,
    which was fine with her.
    She never got upset
    and with all the days she may have left,
    she would never clean
    another mess
    or fold his shirts
    or look her best.
    She was free
    to waste
    away
    alone.

    Last night, my brother he got drunk and drove.
    And this cop he pulled him off to the side of the road.
    And he said, "Officer! Officer! You got the wrong man.
    No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you don't understand!"
    The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful.
    And your carelessness, it is something awful.
    And no, I can't just let you go.
    And though your father's name is known,
    your decisions now are yours alone.
    You are nothing but a stepping stone
    on a path
    to debt,
    to loss,
    to shame."

    The last few months I have been living with this couple.
    Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in doubles.
    They fit together, like a puzzle.
    And I love their love and I am thankful
    that someone actually receives the prize that was promised
    by all those fairy tales that drugged us.
    And they still do me.
    I'm sick, lonely,
    no laurel tree,
    just green envy.
    Will my number come up eventually?
    Like Love's some kind of lottery,
    where you scratch and see
    what's underneath.
    It's "Sorry",
    just one cherry,
    or "Play Again."
    Get lucky.

    So I've been hanging out down by the train's depot.
    No, I don't ride.
    I just sit and watch the people there.
    And they remind me of wind up cars in motion.
    The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions.
    And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense.
    All your life's one track,
    can't they see it's pointless?
    But just then, my knees
    give under me.
    My head feels weak
    and suddenly
    it's clear to see
    it's not them but me,
    who has lost my self-identity.
    As I hide behind
    these books I read,
    while scribbling
    my poetry,
    like art could save a wretch like me,
    with some ideal ideology
    that no one could hope to achieve.
    And I am never real;
    it is just a sketch in me.
    And everything I made is trite
    and cheap
    and a waste
    of paint,
    of tape,
    of time.

    So now I park my car down by the cathedral,
    where the floodlights point up at the steeples.
    Choir practice was filling up with people.
    I hear the sound escaping as an echo.
    Sloping off the ceiling at an angle.
    When the voices blend they sound like angels.
    I hope thereís some room still in the middle.
    But when I lift my voice up now to reach them.
    The range is too high,
    way up in heaven.
    So I hold my tongue,
    forget the song,
    tie my shoe
    start walking off.
    And try to just keep moving on,
    with my broken heart
    and my absent God
    and I have no faith
    but it's all I want,
    to be loved.
    And believe,
    in my soul.
    In my soul.
    In my soul.
    In my soul.

    *******

    Ingrid Michaelson - Lady in Spain

    I am the lady in Spain
    I'll sing a haunting refrain
    I am the lady from Mars
    And I can unscrew the stars
    I can be
    Anything I see
    I can be
    Anything that I, anything that I see
    And I am in love with a boy
    Manufacture to destroy
    I shall unravel my love
    I can unthread woolen gloves
    I can do anything I want to
    I can do anything I want anything my heart tells me to do
    Tells me to do
    Tells me to do
    Dododo-dodododo-dododododo
    I can do-ooo-ooo
    Anything I want to
    I can be-ee-eeee
    Anything that I see
    I can do-oooo-ooooooo anything I want to
    I can be anything that I see
    Anything that I see

    *******

    Supertramp - The Logical Song


    When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful
    a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
    And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily
    oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me
    But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible
    logical, oh responsible, practical
    And then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable
    oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical

    There are times when all the world's asleep
    the questions run too deep
    for such a simple man
    Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
    I know it sounds absurd
    but please tell me who I am
    I said now watch what you say they'll be calling you a radical
    a liberal, oh fanatical, criminal.
    Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're
    acceptable, respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable
    Oh Take it take it yeah

    But at night, when all the world's asleep
    the questions run so deep
    for such a simple man
    Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
    I know it sounds absurd
    but please tell me who I am
    Who I am

    Who knows who's so logical

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