Question:
Songs that can stand as poems themselves?
anonymous
1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Songs that can stand as poems themselves?
39 answers:
Jackie Oh!
2008-04-10 19:16:07 UTC
Jim Morrison of the Doors.



The End
anonymous
2008-04-10 18:40:54 UTC
This song was put to music and is done by this Mortal Coil and Faith and Disease. I know it is cheating but it is so haunting.







I Come and Stand at Every Door



I come and stand at every door

But no one hears my silent tread

I knock and yet remain unseen

For I am dead, for I am dead.



I'm only seven although I died

In Hiroshima long ago

I'm seven now as I was then

When children die they do not grow.



My hair was scorched by swirling flame

My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind

Death came and turned my bones to dust

And that was scattered by the wind.



I need no fruit, I need no rice

I need no sweet, nor even bread

I ask for nothing for myself

For I am dead, for I am dead.



All that I ask is that for peace

You fight today, you fight today

So that the children of this world

May live and grow and laugh and play.



-- Nazim Hikmet
anonymous
2008-04-10 18:39:57 UTC
I think Yout Heart Is An Empty Room by Death Cab For Cutie is pretty poetic. There's just something about it, it reminds me of something Emily Dickenson would write.



Stanza to prove:

Home's face: how it ages when you're away [personification]

And spring blooms and you find a love that's true

But you don't know what to do now

'Cause the chase is all you've known, and she stopped running months ago
Mr. Bernstein
2008-04-11 06:25:47 UTC
"Blinded by the Light" - Bruce Springstein



Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East

He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"

And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone, watchin' the young girls dance

And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance



Yeah, he was blinded by the light

Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night

Blinded by the light

He got down but he never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight
anonymous
2008-04-11 06:16:03 UTC
I'd have to go with A Poem on the Underground Wall by Simon and Garfunkel. Great tune, really great lyrics. I'd like to take the opportunity to say that Paul Simon never seems to get the nod on this board as one of the premier lyricists in the kind of Dylan, Lennon, McCartney pantheon and it's a little bit of a crime. Anyways, here it is:



The last train is nearly due,

The underground is closing soon,

And in the dark deserted station,

Restless in anticipation,

A man waits in the shadows.

His restless eyes leap and scratch,

At all that they can touch or catch,

And hidden deep within his pocket,

Safe within its silent socket,

He holds a colored crayon.



Now from the tunnel's stony womb,

The carriage rides to meet the groom,

And opens wide and welcome doors,

But he hesitates, then withdraws

Deeper in the shadows.



And the train is gone suddenly

On wheels clicking silently

Like a gently tapping litany,

And he holds his crayon rosary

Tighter in his hand.



Now from his pocket quick he flashes,

The crayon on the wall he slashes,

Deep upon the advertising,

A single worded poem comprised

Of four letters.



And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding

The poem across the tracks rebounding

Shadowed by the exit light

His legs take their ascending flight

To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.
Absolution
2008-04-10 19:43:25 UTC
Many a Pink Floyd Song



Astronomy Domine



Blinding signs flap,

Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow.



Onomatopoeia



Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun



Little by little the night turns around.

Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn.

Lotuses lean on each other in yearning.

Under the eaves the swallow is resting.

Set the controls for the heart of the sun.



Cymbaline



The path you tread is narrow

And the drop is shear and very high

The ravens all are watching

From a vantage point nearby

Apprehension creeping

Like a tube-train up your spine

Will the tightrope reach the end

Will the final couplet rhyme



If



If I were alone, I would cry.

And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry.

And if I go insane,

And they lock me away,

Will you still let me join in the game?



Echoes



Strangers passing in the street

By chance two separate glances meet

And I am you and what I see is me.

And do I take you by the hand

And lead you through the land

And help me understand

The best I can.



Eclipse



All that is now

All that is gone

All that's to come

and everything under the sun is in tune

but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.



Shine On You Crazy Diamond



Remember when you were young,

You shone like the sun.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Now there's a look in your eyes,

Like black holes in the sky.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

You were caught on the crossfire

Of childhood and stardom,

Blown on the steel breeze.

Come on you target for faraway laughter,

Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine



Pigs on the Wing (Part 1)



If you didn't care what happened to me,

And I didn't care for you,

We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain

Occasionally glancing up through the rain.

Wondering which of the buggars to blame

And watching for pigs on the wing.



The Thin Ice



If you should go skating

On the thin ice of modern life

Dragging behind you the silent reproach

Of a million tear-stained eyes

Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice

Appears under your feet.

You slip out of your depth and out of your mind

With your fear flowing out behind you

As you claw the thin ice.



One of the Few



When you're one of the few to land on your feet

What do you do to make ends meet?

Teach.

Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two.

Make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to.

Make them laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die.



On The Turning Away



It's a sin that somehow

Light is changing to shadow

And casting it's shroud

Over all we have known

Unaware how the ranks have grown

Driven on by a heart of stone

We could find that we're all alone

In the dream of the proud



High Hopes



Encumbered forever by desire and ambition

There's a hunger still unsatisfied

Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon

Though down this road we've been so many times
?
2008-04-10 18:54:53 UTC
Well, this is on my profile page right now.

"All I Really Want To Do" Dylan (surprise!)



1st verse:"I ain't lookin' to compete with you,

beat or cheat or mistreat you,

simplify you, classify you,

deny, defy, or crucify you."



6th/last verse: "I don't want to fake you out,

take or shake or forsake you out,

I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,

see like me or be like me."



"All I really want to do, is baby be friends with you."
anonymous
2008-04-10 19:40:33 UTC
Hey Hey, My My (Into The Black) by Neil Young has some really good lyrics.



The king is gone but he's not forgotten

This is the story of a johnny rotten

It's better to burn out than to fade away

The king is gone but he's not forgotten.



I would say something about Pink Floyd's lyrics, but that would take a very long time and I'm expecting you already know!



Civil War by Guns N Roses is also a good example, specifically when Axl sings about a 'human grocery store' (Ain't that fresh!)



There are two verses that stay in my mind from that song:



My hands are tied

The billions shift from side to side

And the wars go on with brainwashed pride

For the love of God and the human rights

And all these things are swept aside

By bloody hands time can't deny

And are washed away by your genocide

And history hides the lies of our civil wars



and



My hands are tied

The billions shift from side to side

And the wars go on with brainwashed pride

For the love of God and the human rights

And all these things are swept aside

By bloody hands time can't deny

And are washed away by your genocide

And history hides the lies of our civil wars



And sarah, as much as I'd love to answer part b, I just finished grade 12 English and if I ever have to talk about alliteration or euphemisms or personification again I might just lose my will to live! Lol
Countess Bathory
2008-04-10 18:42:06 UTC
Theatre of Tragedy "s/t" release

The lyrics are poems...perfect poems, uses of english words that are not used in modern times, beautiful.





Behold a jocund morn indeed! -

Sun on high - birds in sky.

Yonder the whist firth eathing,

Fro where a gale erranteth.



Ye beholdest but the shadow.

That is a lie!

Mayhap a tithe of trothplight -

Lief I am not!

I deem - e'er and anon!

My words are but a twist.

Tis a feigned lie through loathing,

I say!

To and fro, save hither,

Is thy love.

A dotard gaffer, I daresay...

Not a loth! -

But vying for my kinsmen!

...a sapling not!

Beautiful tyrant!

Fiend angelical!

Dove-feathered raven!

Wolvish-ravening lamb!

A hamlet for a slothful vassal -

Soothing ale for a parched sot.

Hie to tell me

What ye judgest as naught;

I behold the shadow!

Wherefore call me such names;

Nay imp am I!

Thou art my aghast hart -

Grazing in the glade.



E'er thou sayest aye!

That is a lie!

Thief of a plot!

Lief I am not!

Now go to thy tryst!

My words are but a twist!

Go, leave, totter!

Fare well! - with joy I came,

Until ye dwindlest.

With rue I leave

A morsel, nay more,

Even the orb cannot

For thy journey

Help me melt the ice?!

Hither and thither!
anonymous
2008-04-10 18:52:22 UTC
"Mine's Not A High Horse" by The Shins



(I love this song; it's open for interpretation, but I always saw it as a song written as tribute to a revolutionary...or an unconventional person that people shunned)



The stanzas that read like poetry to me are:



And I watch your convictions

Melt like ice cubes in an ocean

You were so poorly cast as a malcontent



You've got them all on your side

That just makes more for doubt to slaughter

"I never knew he thought that!"

I heard you say falling out of the van

"Don't ask for his opinion

They ought to drown him in holy water"

Will you remember my reply

When your high horse dies?



We'd like to go the distance

But not a one of us is going to you

See no one is wise enough to turn the ancient boat around

These are the muddy waters I am swimming in

To make a living were I to drown in them

It should come as no surprise



One finger parallel to the sky?
Patchouli
2008-04-10 18:55:44 UTC
Death Cab For Cutie's What Sarah Said:



And It Came To Me Then That Every Plan Is A Tiny Prayer To Father Time

As I Stared At My Shoes In The Icu That Reeked Of Piss And 409

And I Rationed My Breathes As I Said To Myself That I'd Already Taken Too Much Today

As Each Descending Peak Of The Lcd Took You A Little Farther Away From Me

Away From Me



Amongst The Vending Machines And Year-old Magazines In A Place Where We Only Say Goodbye

It Stung Like A Violent Wind That Our Memories Depend On A Faulty Camera In Our Minds

But I Knew That You Were A Truth I Would Rather Lose Than To Have Never Lain Beside At All

And I Looked Around At All The Eyes On The Ground As The Tv Entertained Itself



'cause There's No Comfort In The Waiting Room

Just Nervous Pacers Bracing For Bad News

And Then The Nurse Comes Round And Everyone Will Lift Their Heads

But I'm Thinking Of What Sarah Said That "love Is Watching Someone Die"
mickey
2008-04-10 19:23:42 UTC
Anything by the DOORS



This song "Ghost Song" was a poem written by jim before he died, and then later recorded by the rest of the doors





Awake.

Shake dreams from your hair

my pretty child, my sweet one.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day

the day's divinity

First thing you see.



A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon

Couples naked race down by it's quiet side

And we laugh like soft, mad children

Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy

The music and voices are all around us.



Choose they croon the Ancient Ones

the time has come again

choose now, they croon

beneath the moon

beside an ancient lake



Enter again the sweet forest

Enter the hot dream

Come with us

everything is broken up and dances.



Indians scattered,

On dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child’s,

Fragile eggshell mind



We have assembled inside,

This ancient and insane theater

To propagate our lust for life,

And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.



The barns have stormed

The windows kept,

And only one of all the rest

To dance and save us

From the divine mockery of words,

Music inflames temperament.



Ooh great creator of being

Grant us one more hour,

To perform our art

And perfect our lives.



We need great golden copulations,



When the true kings murderers

Are allowed to roam free,

A thousand magicians arise in the land

Where are the feast we are promised?



One more thing



Thank you oh lord

For the white blind light

Thank you oh lord

For the white blind light



A city rises from the sea

I had a splitting headache

From which the future's made



Link to youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDTm8E27Grk
anonymous
2008-04-10 20:35:19 UTC
Dawn - Falcula



A downward spiral of misery, pain and defeat

A life in ruins. Promises made. But only deceit.

Face down. Always spat on, hated, despised

Pure human waste

No hope... No future ------------------Best Stanza



The claws of depravity sinks deeper

as you're pushed from society

The search for "a life" is no longer an option

Backs turned. Friends forget

Now place your final bet



Please cross my path and feel my wrath

Deserving victim, now feel the aftermath

Now meet your doom

...Here is your tomb



Don't ask why

Why do I critizise?

You're all that I despise

Now see the rage in my eyes



I am your judge

this is your trial, no sense in denial



I am your judge

your sentence is death

Inhale the led on your very last breath



Your executioner, that is I

Say your prayers... now you die



Don't ask why

Why do I critizise?

You're all that I despise

Now see the rage in my eyes



I wish you could live through me

And feel the way I feel

And daily confront your fears

Never shed a single tear

It's always been like this



The world fears my labour

None understands (that) I´ve done them a favour

If I could - mass genocide

None spared - None left alive

But it's all too far away
anonymous
2008-04-11 04:11:07 UTC
Any work by Patti Smith really..



Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.

Baby got big and baby get bigger.

Baby get something. Baby get more.

Baby, baby, baby was a rock-and-roll ngger.

Oh, look around you, all around you,

riding on a copper wave.

Do you like the world around you?

Are you ready to behave?



Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.

Outside of society, that's where I want to be.



Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.

You know she got big. Well, she's gonna get bigger.

Baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger.

Baby, baby, baby is a rock-and-roll ngger.



Outside of society, that's where I want to be.

Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.



(those who have suffered, understand suffering,

and thereby extend their hand

the storm that brings harm

also makes fertile

blessed is the grass

and herb and the true thorn and light)



I was lost in a valley of pleasure.

I was lost in the infinite sea.

I was lost, and measure for measure,

love spewed from the heart of me.

I was lost, and the cost,

and the cost didn't matter to me.

I was lost, and the cost

was to be outside society.



Jimi Hendrix was a niger.

Jesus Christ and Grandma, too.

Jackson Pollock was a niger.

Nger, ngger,ngger, niggr,

niger, niger, niggr.



-Rock n Roll ***.er by Patti Smith





This song is particularly good as well.. Let me Go by Rancid



'Bad generation polarize view

No one leaves home to go and help you

Watch CNN and then you know

US bombs come down, what you gonna do

Boom boom boom look around

There's no more roof no more house, no street, no town, shot down



Burnt black and brown

electrical meltdown

You'll hear the sound of the U.S. bomb all around

Ah it's a shake down

It's a break down

Atomic shutdown

And then you know!!!!!!



Correction I need no direction

Oh let me go just one last time

I spend my whole life searching for direction

Oh let me go just one last time'



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ok last one :

Anti Flag : This is the end for you my friend



For every person that wakes up in the morning and looks in the mirror

And feels selfless

For every television and print-ad that rapes a women

of her self confidence

This is the end..



Seems every station .. on the TV

is selling something noone can be.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A6t1MRhE6zE
anonymous
2008-04-10 18:40:05 UTC
I always thought Jimi Hendrix was one of the great poetic song writers, I think Bold As Love from Axis: Bold As Love - The Jimi Hendrix Experience is a good example. Anger he smiles... towering in shining metallic purple armour... Queen Jealousy, Envy, waits behind him... Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground. Blue are the life-giving waters taking for granted.. They quietly understand... Once happy Turquoise armies lay opposite Ready, but wonder why the fight is on.
Fersureee
2008-04-10 19:51:37 UTC
I think all of Beck's work is beyond incredible lyrically, but Loser takes the cake:



In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey

Butane in my veins and Im out to cut the junkie

With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables

Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose

Kill the headlights and put it in neutral

Stock car flamin with a loser and the cruise control

Babys in reno with the vitamin d

Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat

Someone came in sayin Im insane to complain

About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt

Dont believe everything that you breathe

You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve

So shave your face with some mace in the dark

Savin all your food stamps and burnin down the trailer park



Yo. cut it.



Soy un perdedor

Im a loser baby, so why dont you kill me?



Soy un perdedor

Im a loser baby, so why dont you kill me?



Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare

Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber

cuz ones got a weasel and the others got a flag

Ones on the pole, shove the other in a bag

With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job

The daytime crap of the folksinger slob

He hung himself with a guitar string

A slab of turkey-neck and its hangin from a pigeon wing

You cant write if you cant relate

Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate

And my time is a piece of wax fallin on a termite

Thats chokin on the splinters



Soy un perdedor

Im a loser baby, so why dont you kill me?

(get crazy with the cheese whiz)

Soy un perdedor

Im a loser baby, so why dont you kill me?

(drive-by body-pierce)

(yo bring it on down)

Soooooooyy....



(Im a driver, Im a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)



Soy un perdedor

Im a loser baby, so why dont you kill me?

(I cant believe you)

Soy un perdedor

Im a loser baby, so why dont you kill me?

Soy un perdedor

Im a loser baby, so why dont you kill me?

(schprechen sie deutches, baby)

Soy un perdedor

Im a loser baby, so why dont you kill me?
anonymous
2008-04-10 19:17:09 UTC
The Tide-The Spill Canvas-HATE this band, but this song is really amazing.



And there's three, count 'em-three

Children playing on the beach.

They were eager to learn,

To be taught, and to teach



There's Veronica;

She's biting her lip

As she watches the waves turn white at the tip.

And there's Vaida;

Radiating with joy,

And luckily she still can't stand the sight of a boy.

And lastly there's Dade;

His hair dances in the wind,

And he's wondering what love is,

And why it has to end.



And he can't understand

How everyone goes on breathing when true love ends.

His mother whispers quietly;

Heaven's not a place that you go when you die.

It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive

So live for the moment.

And take this advice, live by every word,

Love is just a hoax so forget anything that you have heard

And live for the moment now.



And there's three, count 'em-three

Children growing on the beach.

They were eager to learn,

To be taught, and to teach



There's Veronica;

She's licking her lips

As she waits for her real, first passionate kiss.

And there's Vaida;

She can't admit her jealousy

Of her sister Veronica, and how she's so pretty.(and how she's so pretty)

And lastly there's Dade;

Still sitting on the dock,

Ponders his life, and he skips his rocks.

And he wonders when his father will return,

But he's not coming back.



And he can't understand

How everyone goes on breathing when true love ends.

His mother whispers quietly;

Heaven's not a place that you go when you die,

It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive,

So live for the moment.

And take this advice, live by every word,

Love is just a hoax so forget everything that you have heard.



(Forget everything)



And there's three, count 'em-three

Children missing from the beach.

They were eager to learn,

To be taught, and to teach.



But the sad thing

Is that they never lived passed the age of fifteen

Due to neglect from their mother

Who was bed ridden by her ex-lover, their father.

And she didn't even notice, or pay much attention

As the tide came in and swept her three into the ocean.

Now all her advice, it seems useless.



Well, heaven's not a place that you go when you die.

It's that moment in life when you touch her and you feel alive.

So live for the moment.

And take this advice, live by every word,

Love's completely real,

So forget anything that you have heard,

And live for the moment now.
?
2016-04-08 01:26:26 UTC
Miss Independant- Kelly Clarkson U + Ur Hand- Pink Don't Tell me- Avril Lavigne I Belong to Me- Jessica Simpson
Sadge
2008-04-11 17:17:15 UTC
White Room (performed by Cream) by Jack Bruce & Pete Brown



In the white room with black curtains near the station.

Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.

Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.

Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.



I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;

Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.



You said no strings could secure you at the station.

Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.

I walked into such a sad time at the station.

As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.



I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;

Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.



At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.

Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.

Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.

She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.



I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;

Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.
anonymous
2008-04-11 03:05:56 UTC
Love is a Rose - Neil Young





Love is a rose

but you better not pick it

It only grows when it's on the vine.

A handful of thorns and

you'll know you've missed it

You lose your love

when you say the word "mine".



I wanna see what's never been seen,

I wanna live that age old dream.

Come on, lads, we can go together

Let's take the best right now,

Take the best right now.



I wanna go to an old hoe-down

Long ago in a western town.

Pick me up cause my feet are draggin'

Give me a lift and I'll hay your wagon.



Love is a rose

but you better not pick it

It only grows when it's on the vine.

A handful of thorns and

you'll know you've missed it

You lose your love

when you say the word "mine".
Vapor Trails
2008-04-10 18:34:06 UTC
Pink Floyd Time

Porcupine Tree-Lazurus
anonymous
2008-04-11 06:24:16 UTC
This is quite possibly the most beautiful poem i've ever read:



I built my house from barley rice,

green pepper walls, and water ice,

tables of paper wood, windows of light.

And everything emptying into white.



A simple garden, with acres of sky,

a brown-haired dogmouse if one dropped by.

Yellow delanie would sleep well at night,

With everything emptying into white.



A sad blue-eyed drummer rehearses outside,

a black spider dancing on top of his eye,

red legged chicken stands ready to strike.

And everything emptying into white.





Into White by Cat Stevens.



This song is a must-listen, Sarah.
Steeloz
2008-04-10 18:50:34 UTC
Fugazi- Caustic Acrostic



Lights out for the cynical sharps

For their wide-eyed foils and all attendant props

Supporters of flash and pan-fried *****

Who grease like cops throwing round their weight

And I feel dangerous and vexed

Swinging two ton second guess

And every motion just cuts too cruel too cruel

And the implication is that you're implicated

Like a caustic acrostic spelling out your name

Lights out cos I can see in the dark

Side wind my way to the mark of fuse lines

Gas-wet for a spark

I crash I burn I've fully lost it anyway

And you're nowhere

Lights out loser
Rollover Mikey
2008-04-11 14:24:45 UTC
Pink Floyd - Brain Damage/Eclipse



All that you touch

All that you see

All that you taste

All you feel.

All that you love

All that you hate

All you distrust

All you save.

All that you give

All that you deal

All that you buy,

Beg, borrow or steal.

All you create

All you destroy

All that you do

All that you say.

All that you eat

And everyone you meet

All that you slight

And everyone you fight.

All that is now

All that is gone

All thats to come

And everything under the sun is in tune

But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.



There is no dark side of the moon really. matter of fact its all dark.
anonymous
2008-04-10 18:57:29 UTC
Hi Sarah!



Bike by Pink Floyd



I've got a cloak

It's a bit of a joke,

There's a tear up the front

It's red and black,

I've had it for months.

If you think it could look good

Then I guess it should.



And I'm doing that purely by memory so if it's not right... correct me. =D
you me i'm your daisy☮
2008-04-11 00:19:12 UTC
its a french song by the stills... in french it goes:



ça y est c'est reparti divise un deux

je suis tout á la fois l'acteur et le décor

je ne sais oú je vais, oú je vais le saurais-je

je ne vais nulle part mais á toute vitesse



l'haleine des camions le soleil alienant

sur le toit du Bancroft building á Montréal

les filles á moitié nues je pense á toi souvent

les filles complétement nues ça me fait toujours mal



et puis je reste lá les gens me semblent heureux

si tu savais souffrir je m'emporterais mieux

tu receveras ma lettre déchirante et déchirée

les larmes de non-retour de la chienne crevée



roughly translated means:



thats it, here i go again, i'm dividing in two

i'm both the actor and the scenery

don't know where i go, where i go should i know?

i go nowhere but i go at full speed



the breath of the trucks, the alienating sun

on the roof of the Bancroft building at Montreal

the half naked girls, i often think of you

the full naked girls, it always hurt me



and i stay there the people look happy to me

if you knew how to suffer i'd feel better

you'll receive my letter, heart breaking and torn

the non-return tears of the dead b****



yea that last line is really intense haha but i love this song and it sounds so awesome in french
VN-Cop
2008-04-10 18:57:27 UTC
Tragically Hip- Little Bones



It gets so sticky down here

Better butter your cue-finger up

It's the start of another new year

Better call the newspaper up

2.50 for a hi-ball,

And buck and a half for a beer

Happy hour, happy hour

Happy hour is here



The long days of Shockley are gone

So is football Kennedy style

Famous last words taken all wrong

Wind up on the very same pile

2.50 for a decade

And a buck and a half for a year

Happy hour, happy hour

Happy hour is here



I can cry, beg and whine

T'every Rebel I find

Just to give me a line

I could use to describe



They'd say, "Baby eat this chicken slow

It's full of all them little bones."

"Baby eat this chicken slow

It's full of all them little bones."



So regal and decadent here

Coffin cheaters dance on their graves

Music, all it's delicate fear

Is the only thing that don't change

2.50 for an eyeball

And a buck and a half for an ear

Happy hour, happy hour

Happy hour is here



Well nothing's dead down here, just a little tired

Nothing is dead down here, it's just a little tired

Oh nothings's dead down here, it's just a little tired

Nothing is dead down here, it's just a little tired

Oooh, "Baby eat this chicken slow

It's full of all them little bones."

"Baby eat this chicken slow

It's full of all them little bones."
Lyricoll
2008-04-10 18:52:39 UTC
Any Fiona Apple song. She's a lyrical and musical genius. Also, Blue October songs.
closed account
2008-04-10 19:17:20 UTC
Remembrance Ballad by Atreyu-



What’s out there?

What is my eternal fate?

It only just recently hit me,

That this life…is just a state.

Mortality fading,

Like the innocence of love,

I’m scared to death,

Of what’s to become.



Of my immortal soul,

Of this eternal flame, will you remember?

Will your heart sing with pain?

Who calls out my name? (my name)

Who can tell me what happens,

When my eyes close for the last time?(my eyes close)

Does it all simply end, in a blanket of darkness? (does it all)

What of my soul, what of my soul?

~

~

And my favorite, AFI. Here's a song by them, Days of the Phoenix-



I remember when I was told a story of

crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers.......

The teenage death boys, the teenage death girls...

and everyone was dancing.

Nothing could touch us then,

no one could change us then, and everyone was dancing.

Nothing could hurt us then, no one could see us then,

and everyone was dancing.

Everyone was dancing.



No one could see me.



I fell into yesterday.

Our dreams seemed not far away.

I want to, I want to, I want to stay

I fell into fantasy.

~

~

And another, called Silver and Cold



Light, like the flutter of wings,

feel your hollow voice rushing

into me as you're longing to sing.

So I,I will paint you in silver.

I will wrap you in cold.

I will lift up your voice as I sink.



Your sins into me,

oh, my beautiful one, now

~

~

And a My Chem song, called Cubicles



It's the tearing sound of love-notes

Casting out the gray stained windows

And the view outside is sterile

And I'm only two cubes down

I'll photocopy all the things that we could be

If you took the time to notice me

But you can't now, I don't blame you

And it's not your fault that no one ever does

~

~

There are so many. I could go on about it for days. Heehee.
anonymous
2008-04-10 18:59:51 UTC
Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones, this fits into both part a and part b
Ramones Fan
2008-04-10 18:57:58 UTC
Is this for school? Two musicians/lyricists that are always published in poetry texts are Paul Simon and Leonard Cohen. Check them out.
nαrcíssα [misses being a TC]
2008-04-10 19:34:53 UTC
Crystal eyes, she don't say much



But she sees right through



Your thin disguise



You'll never know she comes and goes



Slips through the veil of the dead of night



-------------------------------------------------------------



Slowly she moves underground

Far below is where she is found

Quickly now she's moving up

Seed of need it will erupt

Something is happening underneath the ground

For she's been waiting to bloom

Thinking and wondering

Of her climb up to the sun

For she's been waiting to bloom

Waiting for her

Thinking now she can't ever get in

Dizzy now from the earth and its spin

Forcing her she must give up

Seed of need it will erupt
anonymous
2008-04-10 19:58:39 UTC
most of H.I.M songs



such as...

funeral of hearts

heartache every moment

the sacrement

soul on fire

join me in death

behind the crimson door

ressurection

pretending( not the ones to blame)

in joy and sorrow

or the senses fail song: choke on this

the used: im melting ( in your eyes)
anonymous
2008-04-10 18:38:25 UTC
"Wish You Were Here," Pink Floyd -



How I wish, how I wish you were here

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year

Running over the same old ground

What have we found?

The same old fears

Wish you were here



"Peace Frog," The Doors -



Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven

Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice

Blood in my love in the terrible summer

Bloody red sun of phantastic L.A.

Blood screams the pain as they chop off her fingers

Blood will be born in the birth of a nation

Blood is the rose of mysterious union



There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles

Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee

Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago

Blood on the rise, it's following me



"Junk," Paul McCartney -



Motor Cars, Handle Bars

Bicycles for Two

Broken Hearted Jubilee

Parachutes, Army Boots

Sleeping Bags for Two

Sentimental Jamboree



Buy Buy

Says the Sign in the Shop Window

Why Why

Says the Junk in the Yard



Candlesticks, Building Bricks

Something Old and New

Memories for You and Me



Buy Buy

Says the Sign in the Shop Window

Why Why

Says the Junk in the Yard



"Pyramid Song," Radiohead -



I jumped in the river, what did I see?

Black-eyed angels swam with me

A moon full of stars and astral cars

And all the figures I used to see

All my lovers were there with me

All my past and futures

And we all went to heaven in a little row boat

There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt



I jumped into the river

Black-eyed angels swam with me

A moon full of stars and astral cars

And all the figures I used to see

All my lovers were there with me

All my past and futures

And we all went to heaven in a little row boat

There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt

There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt

There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt
This Account No Longer Exists
2008-04-10 19:20:46 UTC
most Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd
Ariana
2008-04-10 18:45:06 UTC
Alexander the Burn Victim- Scarling.

Inspired by 9/11



there's no second chances

no time for romances, o-oh

no consequence weighing

his heart left decaying, o-oh

he's lost in his thinking

disguised by his drinking, o-oh

no regret or bawling

no well wishers calling, o-oh



and when he sleeps i hope he's okay

but when he drinks he hits on you

and when he sleeps i know he's okay

cos when he dreams he's someone new



the pain of desire

is quenched by the fire, o-oh

no inkling of caring

he's grief-striken, staring, o-oh

no bloodloss or feeling

as smoke hits the ceiling, o-oh

he sips down his sorrow

and prays no tomorrow, o-oh



o-oh



but when he sleeps i hope he's okay

but when he drinks he hits on you

and when he sleeps i know he's okay

cos when he dreams he's someone new



i love you, alexander (x4)

we'll be together forever



it's all for love (x11)

it's all for . . .



and when he sleeps i hope he's okay

but when he drinks he hits on you

and when he sleeps i know he's okay

cos when he dreams he's someone new, ooh



no hearing her laughter

for in the hereafter, o-oh

he's handsome, well-spoken

his heart can't be broken, o-oh



o-oh, oh

o-oh, oh



goodnight, alexander

goodnight



goodnight . . .
anonymous
2008-04-11 06:39:47 UTC
Almost all of Bob Dylan's work.
taxman_ll
2008-04-11 21:49:58 UTC
pink floyd~breathe



led zeppelin~stairway to heaven



the doors~people are strange
LWSW1954
2008-04-11 11:58:56 UTC
nothing better for this than Patti Smith.

So, here goes ---



"Horses" lyrics written by Patti Smith

"Land of 1000 Dances" lyrics written by Chris Kenner

"La Mer (De)" lyrics written by Patti Smith



The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea

From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating

Another boy was sliding up the hallway

He merged perfectly with the hallway,

He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway



The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,

but the movie kept moving as planned

The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,

He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny

The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,

started crashing his head against the locker,

started crashing his head against the locker,

started laughing hysterically



When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by

horses, horses, horses, horses

coming in in all directions

white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,

He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.

Do you know how to pony like bony maroney

Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this

Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator

And you twist the twister like your baby sister

I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister

Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,

Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,

Got to lose control and then you take control,

Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,

Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,

Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi



Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin

Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,

Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”

Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,

Taped to his chest there's the answer,

You got pen knives and jack knives and

Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred

Then he cries, then he screams, saying

Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain

And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,

Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,

And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi



There's a little place, a place called space

It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,

Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,

You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,

And the name of the band is the

Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,

Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes



Baby calm down, better calm down,

In the night, in the eye of the forest

There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,

I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,

I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that

up there -- there is a sea

up there -- there is a sea

up there -- there is a sea

the sea's the possibility

There is no land but the land

(up there is just a sea of possibilities)

There is no sea but the sea

(up there is a wall of possibilities)

There is no keeper but the key

(up there there are several walls of possibilities)

Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.

(up there)

I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me

I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor

(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee

(on the screen)

And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame

(in the heart of man)

The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions

Gradually lapping into sea horses

He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat

(the spoon)

And let it deep in

(the veins)

Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities

It started hardening

Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities

It started hardening in my hand

And I felt the arrows of desire



I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour

But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area

(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)

And go Johnny go and do the watusi,

Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...

Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling

Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining

Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse

And my fingers all entwined through the air,

I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,

(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)

The hairs were like wires going through my body

I I that's how I

that's how I

I died

(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)

(they knew what they were after)

[Everything on the current] moved up

I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,

Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility

Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities

There's no land but the land



looked at my hands, and there's a red stream

that went streaming through the sands like fingers,

like arteries, like fingers

(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)

He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)

He opened his throat (your eyes)

His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands

The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,

No one heard that cry,

No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,

(His fingers)

Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,

And so he seized the first

(his vocal chords shot up)

(possibility)

(like mad pituitary glands)

It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate

(there is nothing happening at all)

and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep

saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)

Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter



In the sheets

there was a man

dancing around

to the simple

Rock & roll

song


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