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Post by John Brainlove on Mar 9, 2005 20:21:21 GMT
Mine are relatively sentimental I guess.
"Be your own hero, be your own saviour, send all your suffering into the fire. And let no foot mark your ground, let no hand hold you down!" - Wolf
"I tumble down on my knees, fill my mouth my snow - the way it melts, I wish to melt into you." - Bjork
"Can you feel the rings of Saturn on your fingers? Can you taste the ghosts who've shed their creaking hosts? Seas forever boil, and trees will turn to soil, stars will always hang in summer's bleeding fangs." - Sparklehorse
I was trying to pick a Tom Waits lyrics, but I need this whole song because it's so evocative... the music is great too, completely atmospheric. "Shore Leave" from Swordfish Trombones. What a song.
"Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart I rolled down the national stroll and with a big fat paycheck strapped to my hip sack and a shore leave wristwatch underneath my sleeve in a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels I rowed down the gutter to the Blood Bank and I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga and was in a bad need of a shave and so I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein and shot billards with a midget until the rain stopped and I bought a long sleeved shirt with horses on the front and some gum and a lighter and a knife and a new deck of cards (with girls on the back) and I sat down and wrote a letter to my wife and I said Baby, I'm so far away from home and I miss my Baby so I can't make it by myself I love you so Well I was pacing myself trying to make it all last squeezing all the life out of a lousy two day pass and I had a cold one at the Dragon with some Filipino floor show and talked baseball with a lieutenant over a Singapore sling and I wondered how the same moon outside over this Chinatown fair could look down on Illinois and find you there and you know I love you Baby and I'm so far away from home and I miss my Baby so I can't make it by myself I love you so."
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Post by prettyvacant on Mar 9, 2005 20:44:25 GMT
my favourite lyrics are bjork's "pluto"
"excuse me
but i just have to explode
explode this body off me
wake-up tomorrow brand new
a little tired
but brand new"
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Post by chrispy on Mar 9, 2005 20:50:49 GMT
"i'm flat out. you're so beautiful to look at when you cry. freeze, don't move. you've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation of the the sequel to your life." in fact, the whole song. perfect .
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Post by Wiggles on Mar 9, 2005 21:20:36 GMT
You're all going to think I'm odd, but I like Song of the Minerals. If anybody can think of a more fucked up song than that, I'd like to know what it is - that's actually a pretty good idea for a thread.
Also Live at the Apocalypse Cabaret by Blood Brothers.
[EDIT] Shellac Lyrics:
Eat yourself out of house and home. Go home - there's nothing there because you eat yourself out of house and home. Throw up! Do it again. Eat a meal of nothing at all. Why? It makes you feel better. It's the only thing in your life you own. It's all right if it makes you feel better. Cut yourself up and down your arms, Both arms if it makes you feel better, It's your arms, it's none of my business, it's none of my business if it makes you feel better. He's fucking you, he's a total stranger. You picked him out but he's a total stranger! Why? It makes you feel better. It's none of my business if it makes you feel better. It's all right if it makes you feel better and... It's all right if it makes you feel better... (repeats)...
I can't find what he's saying at the end.
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Post by John Brainlove on Mar 9, 2005 21:23:16 GMT
Print 'em up then, Wiggles..
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Post by Wiggles on Mar 9, 2005 21:26:23 GMT
Charlie and the Propaganda Myth Machine by Million Dead is also good. I'll see if I can find the Shellac lyrics.
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Post by tafkac on Mar 9, 2005 22:05:58 GMT
Shit man I was going to mention that exact song. Great minds.
"Willy Wonka was a capitalist confidence trickster, a poster boy for neo-liberalism, a full-stop on revolt. and the BFG a propagandist for an unaccountable regime, Orwell's vision with a wrinkled face."
And that bit about the school/clinic. Who's been at the Foucault? I like playing "spot the literary/philosophical references" in that album. Turner loves his T.S. Eliot. I can't get enough of Million Dead lyrics, my favourite line is that bit in Smiling at Strangers on Trains about being "as far as Mongolia, as close as my clothes", and where he does Shakespearian asides: "I'm amazed. No, seriously folks, I'm really fucking awestruck"
Years ago, I always loved the lyrics to "Swan Swan H" by REM.
Weirdly the emo (yes, John, emo) band Alexisonfire have great, if inaudible lyrics:
"Raped by my childhood? What the hell do I know about rape anyway? Well I guess its fun to pretend, sorry. Just a thought that occurred when I wasnt quite awake enough to dismiss it. Its so easy to cheapen an event by pretending it didn't happen. Boring cliched self destruction..…I think I should start doing aerobics. And the rest: boxes of cats, people with taz tattoos, explosive personalities, self centered, protractors, brand new geometry sets, inability to do math, geography, polaroids of polar bears."
There are so many more but I just can't think.
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Post by i_deserve... on Mar 9, 2005 22:44:57 GMT
the whole of Hospital by Jonathan Richman, and lots of other stuff by the Modern Lovers too
Memory Lane by Nas
Ghostface Killah's verse on "Wu Banga 101" about a corrupt preacher:
[glow=red,2,300]Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo.. Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right Deacon is a pimp, tell by his ice Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot" Shirley fainted dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit! [/glow] ;D
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Post by Raanraals on Mar 9, 2005 23:27:36 GMT
"But now you only call me when you're feeling depressed. When you feel happy I'm so far from you mind" - Morrissey
"Smeared black ink, your palms are sweaty and I'm barely listening" - The Postal Service
"See me aged 19 with some dumb haircut from 1960" - The Walkmen
"How can I get closer and be further away from the truth that proves it's beautiful to lie?" - Wilco
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Post by ana milgram on Mar 10, 2005 13:28:35 GMT
ok, first up I'm a saddo Albini obsessive, so pretty much everything he's ever written could count for this (yeah, even Superpussy). Since Stuart's already nabbed one of my favourites on another thread, I thought I'd go for a slight theme:
Precious Thing – Big Black
I would like to wrap your hair round your neck like a noose I would like to wrap your legs around my neck like a lock You are my precious thing Thing of speed and beauty You are my precious thing As long as you remain beneath me
Pavement Saw – Big Black
She went through me like a pavement saw And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it
Trouser Minnow - Rapeman
Remember what it used to be like When, when all we did was eat and fuck? I let you shave my pussy You let me paint your dick You were always late for work You said it didn't matter And after a while I guess it, I guess it did start to matter
Prayer to God - Shellac
To the one true God above Here is my prayer Not the first you've heard, but the first I wrote Not the first, but the others were a long time ago There are two people here, and I want you to kill them Her, she can go quietly, by disease or a blow to the base of her neck where her necklaces close where her garments come together where I used to lay my face That's where you oughta kill her in that particular place Him,just fucking kill him, I don't care if it hurts. Yes I do, I want it to, fucking kill him but first make him cry like a woman No particular woman let him hold out, hold back Someone or other might come and fucking kill him). Fucking kill him. Kill him already, kill him. Fucking kill him, fucking kill him, Kill him already, kill him, Just fucking kill him! Fucking kill him, fucking kill him, Kill him already, kill him,
Ah Fucking kill him, fucking kill him, Kill him already, kill him, Kill him already Kill him already Kill him already Kill him Amen
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Ah, sweet
I'll think of some non-Albini ones later
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Post by tafkac on Mar 10, 2005 13:50:31 GMT
Also enjoying Sage Francis's new rant compendium
From Gunz, Yo!:
might remind you of a mike by the way i hold it (to the grill) a homophobic rapper unaware of the graphic nature of phallic symbols tragically ironic, suckin' off each others' gats & pistols i got more back issues than guns and ammo cuz my uzi weighs a ton and i never let go of the handle hangin' on to mommy's pant leg double-fistin' knee-deep in shells kickin' ballistics this dick is a detachable penis an extension of my manhood positioned like a foetus an intravenous hook-up feeds bullets to my magazine nevermind the bollocks, my pistol is a sex machine
I like the reference to ""Republicrat, Democran - one party system."
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Post by stuartmilgram on Mar 10, 2005 14:13:44 GMT
"You're clean-living, clear-eyed, clever, level-headed brother said you'd put all the screws upon your newest lover." Philadelphia - Magazine
OK, not my favourite, but the first one that popped into my head.
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Post by Durutti on Mar 10, 2005 14:50:41 GMT
Ground floor Shoppers' Paradise Habedashery, needles, spoons and knives Knuckle-dusters, glass jaws and wooden hearts Spend your money girls on sprays and lipsticks Tested on bunnies, girls, strays and misfits Ozone friendly rape alarms For those blinding dates Another summer of hate
Good old Carter USM. If you say you don't like them I'll fight ya!
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Post by ana milgram on Mar 10, 2005 14:57:01 GMT
Washer - Slint "my head is empty my toes are warm I am safe from harm"
You want it to be true. You know it's not. You shiver.
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Post by stuartmilgram on Mar 10, 2005 15:59:38 GMT
"so messed up, I want you here..."
poor iggy
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