The Lyrics Thread-Part IV

Karma Police - Radiohead

Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, hes like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl, her hitler hairdo, is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us

Karma police, Ive given all I can, its not enough
Ive given all I can, but were still on the payroll
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

sympathy for the devil
the Rolling Stones, in Beggars Banquet.

please allow me to introduce myself
i’m a man of wealth, and taste
i’ve been around for a long, long year
stole many a men’s soul and faith

and I was round when Jesus Christ
had his moment of doubt and pain
made damn sure that Pilate
washed his hands, and sealed his fate

pleased to meet you
hope you guess my name
but what’s puzzling you
is the nature of my game

i stuck around St. Petersburg
when i saw it was a time for a change
killed the tsar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

i rode a tank,
held a general’s rank
when the blitzkrieg raged
and the bodies stank

pleased to meet you
hope you guess my name
ah, what’s puzzling you
is the nature of my game

i watched with glee
while your kings and queens
fought for ten decades
for the gods they made

i shouted out,
who killed the Kennedies?
when after all
it was you and me

let me please introduce myself
i’m a man of wealth, and taste
and i laid traps for troubadours
who get killed before they reached Bombay

pleased to meet you
hope you guessed my name
but what’s puzzling you
is the nature of my game

(get down here!)

pleased to meet you
hope you guessed my name
but what’s confusing you
is just the nature of my game

just as every cop is a criminal
and all the sinners saints
as heads is tails just call me Lucifer
cause i’m in need of some restraint

so if you meet me, have some courtesy
have some sympathy, and some taste
use all your well-learned politesse
or i’ll lay your soul to waste

pleased to meet you
hope you guessed my name
but what’s puzzling you
is the nature of my game

(mean it. get down.)

(get on down!)

tell me, baby: what’s my name?
tell me, honey: can you guess my name?
tell me, baby: what’s my name?
i tell you one time: you’re to blame!

(what’s me name?)

tell me, baby: what’s my name?
tell me, sweetie: what’s my name?

Space Travel by Yellowcard

I heard a voice last night
It said wake up and open your eyes
Wake up, walk out tonight
Cause’ she don’t care if your dead or alive
Dead or alive

She moves like beams of light
Straight through this universe in my head
Where I get peace of mind
I’m free from the stupid things that I said
She’s all in my head

Did I get lost while I was gone
I traveled space for much too long
But there’s a planet I have found
And you are far away

Somewhere behind her eyes
Some supernatural energy
Takes me for quite the ride
Across time where I defy gravity
This energy

Did I get lost while I was gone
I traveled space for much too long
But there’s a planet I have found
And you are far away for now

(talking)

Did I get lost while I was gone
I traveled space for much too
Did I get lost while I was gone
I traveled space for much too long
But there’s a planet I have found
And you are far away
(far away)
You are far away
Far away for now

Rage Against The Machine - Calm Like A Bomb

feel the funk blast,
feel the funk blast,
FEEL THE FUNK BLAST,
a yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, check it out yo-yo-yo
I be walkin god like a dog
My narrative fearless
Word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh
Like steel from a furnace
I was born landless
Yes its tha native son
Born of Zapatas guns
Stroll through the shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
The vultures robbin everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe
Yes tha pictures tha same
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
Theres a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? (x4)
Calm like a bomb
(ignite ignite ignite ignite ignite ignite)

This aint subliminal
Feel the critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of the condemned
Sound off Americas demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh
With different last names, uh-huh
The vultures robbin everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes the pictures tha same
Theres a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
Theres a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for the rent
Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feelin like home
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?(x4)
Calm like a bomb
(ignite ignite ignite ignite ignite ignite)

There’s a mass without roofs
There’s a prison to fill
There’s a countrys soul that reads post no bills
There’s a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
There’s a right to obey
And a right to kill

There’s a mass without roofs
There’s a prison to fill
There’s a countrys soul that reads post no bills
There’s a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
There’s a right to obey
And there’s a right to kill!

Seeing Is Believing
From Sunset Boulevard

Seeing is believing
And in my arms I see her
She’s here, really here
Really mine now
She seems at home here
Seeing is believing
I dreamt that it would be her
At last life is full
Life is fine now
Whatever happens, one thing is certain
Each time I see a train go by
I’ll think of us
The night, the sky, forever
Seeing is believing
My life is just beginning
I’m touched and my head won’t stop spinning
From winning her love

He’s young, very young
But a feeling…
I feel I know him
Seeing is believing
And I like what I see
I like where I am
What I’m feeling
What are we doing?
Can you believe it?
A starving actress and a starstruck boy
Oh well, I might as well enjoy the moment

She’s warm, and she’s wild
And appealing
I feel I know her

Seeing is believing
I never thought I’d be here
Is this really real
Or am I dreaming?
No way of knowing
Where this is leading
It’s fun forgetting who we are
Who cares when now the world is far behind us?

Seeing is believing
My life is just beginning
We touched and my head won’t stop spinning
From winning your love

Still Dreaming - Silverstein

its 2 am i lie down deep in slumber
feelings of falling downward
i want to forget
waking up i’d hear the way your voice sounds
my heart starts to pound now
to the rythm of yours
you’re so angelic
you’re words so symphonic
touch your lips to my soul
eat this sorrow away
how am i so lucky i found you

sometimes i feel like i’m still dreaming
it seems like everyday you’re always on my mind
this is how we stay so connected, so connected
over space and time

when we talk about all my old drama
you look at me and wonder
how i’m not insane
every week the days seem to get longer
but you know our love gets stronger
with every word we say
stronger every day
you know i would do anything for you

sometimes i feel like i’m still dreaming
it seems like everydays you’re always on my mind
this is how we stay so connected, so connected
over space and time

if you were feeling down
you know i’d feel it now
we give each other strength to
make it through the darkness
you take me to a place
i never wanna leave
i’m in my deepest dream
i dont ever want to wake up
i’ll fight till i die
i wont say goodbye
and i wont let this pass me by

sometimes i feel like i’m still dreaming
it seems like everydays you’re always on my mind
this is how we stay so connected, so connected
over space and time

lets run away, run away, run away now
lets go away, go away to some place safe
i want it all, now i want everything

this is how we stay so connected, so connected
over space and time

Be Prepared by Tom Lehrer

Be prepared! That’s the Boy Scout’s marching song,
Be prepared! As through life you march along.
Be prepared to hold your liquor pretty well,
Don’t write naughty words on walls if you can’t spell.

Be prepared! To hide that pack of cigarettes,
Don’t make book if you cannot cover bets.
Keep those reefers hidden where you’re sure
That they will not be found
And be careful not to smoke them
When the scoutmaster’s around
For he only will insist that it be shared.
Be prepared!

Be prepared! That’s the Boy Scouts’ solemn creed,
Be prepared! And be clean in word and deed.
Don’t solicit for your sister, that’s not nice,
Unless you get a good percentage of her price.

Be prepared! And be careful not to do
Your good deeds when there’s no one watching you.
If you’re looking for adventure of a
new and different kind,
And you come across a Girl Scout who is
similarly inclined,
Don’t be nervous, don’t be flustered, don’t be scared.
Be prepared!

Have a Talk With God, Stevie Wonder, from his masterpiece, Songs in the Key of Life

There are people who have let the problems of today
Lead them to conclude that for them life is not the way
But every problem has an answer and if yours you cannot find
You should talk it over to Him
He’ll give you peace of mind
When you feel your life’s too hard
Just go have a talk with God

Many of us feel we walk alone without a friend
Never communicating with the One who lives within
Forgetting all about the One who never ever lets you down
And you can talk to him anytime He’s always around
When you feel your life’s too hard
Just go have a talk with God

Well He’s the only free psychiatrist that’s known throughout the world
For solving problems of all men, women, little boys and girls
When you feel your life’s too hard
Just go have a talk with God
When you feel your life’s too hard
Just go have a talk with God
When your load’s too much to bear
Just go talk to God He cares
I know he does

When you feel your life’s too hard
Just go have a talk with God

In Another Land
The Rolling Stones

Album: Their Satanic Majesties Request
Written by: Bill Wyman

In another land where the breeze and the
Trees and flowers glow blue
I stood and held your hand.
And the grass grew high and the feathers floated by
I stood and held your hand.
And nobody else’s hand will ever do
Nobody else will do
And I awoke
Was this some kind of joke
Much to my surprise
I opened my eyes.

We walked across the sand and the sea and
The sky and the castles were blue.
I stood and held your hand.
And the spray flew high and the feathers floated by
I stood and held your hand.
And nobody else’s hand will ever do
Nobody else will do
Then I awoke
Was this some kind of joke
Much to my surprise
When I opened my eyes.

We heard the trumpets blow and the sky
Turned grey when I accidently said
That I didn’t know how I came to be here
Not fast asleep in bed.
I stood and held your hand.
And nobody else’s hand will ever do
Nobody else’s hand
Then I awoke
Was this some kind of joke
I opened my eyes.
Much to my surprise.

I absolutely bet no one has ever posted this lyrics, let alone know of this song:
BRISTER BLUES
by Beat Crusaders

Tenderness
Tells me life’s unfair

Friendliness
Tells me live no share

Let me walk along
Let me walk along beside you

Everybody’s ready to be altogether
Now la, la, life goes everyday

Let me in your life

Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash

I hear the train a comin’
it’s rolling round the bend
and I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when,
I’m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin’ on
but that train keeps a rollin’ on down to San Anton…
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
always be a good boy, don’t ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
now every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and cry…

I bet there’s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
they’re probably drinkin’ coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can’t be free
but those people keep a movin’
and that’s what tortures me…

Well if they’d free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I’d move just a little further down the line
far from Folsom prison, that’s where I want to stay
and I’d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away…

the end
the Doors, in their début album

this is the end,
beautiful friend.
this is the end,
my only friend, the end

of our elaborate plans, the end.
of everything that stands, the end.
no safety or surprise, the end.
i’ll never look into your eyes, again.

can you picture what will be
so limitless and free,
desperately in need
of some stranger’s hand,
in a desperate land.

lost in a roman wilderness of pain,
and all the Children are insane.
all the Children are insane,
waiting for the summer rain!

there’s danger on the edge of town.
ride the king’s highway, baby.
weird scenes inside the gold mine.
ride the highway west, baby.

ride the Snake, ride the Snake
to the lake; the ancient lake, baby.
the Snake is long, seven miles.
ride the Snake…
he’s old, and his skin is cold.

the west is the best,
the west is the best.
get here, and we’ll do the rest.

the Blue Bus is calling us,
the Blue Bus is calling us.
driver, where you taken us?

the killer awoke before dawn.
he put his boots on.
he took a face from the ancient gallery, and he
walked on down the hall.
he went into the room where his sister lived, and then he
paid a visit to his brother, and then he,
he walked on down the hall, and
and he came to a door,
and he looked inside:

• Father?

• yes son?

• i want to kill you.

• Mother, i want to… i[/i]

come on baby, take a chance with us,
come on baby, take a chance with us.
come on baby, take a chance with us and
meet me at the back of the Blue Bus
doing a blue rock, on a Blue Bus,
doing a blue rock, come on, yeah!

this is the end,
beautiful friend.
this is the end,
my only friend, the end.

it hurts to set you free,
but you’ll never follow me.
the end of laughter and soft lies.
the end of nights we tried to die.

this is the end.

Trouble Every Day by Frank Zappa (not all of the lyrics were posted)

Well I’m about to get sick
From watchin’ my TV
Been checkin’ out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it’s gonna change, my friend
Is anybody’s guess

Wednesday I watched the riot . . .
Seen the cops out on the street
Watched ‘em throwin’ rocks and stuff
And chokin’ in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin’ ‘round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin’ down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn

Well, you can cool it,
You can heat it . . .
'Cause, baby, I don’t need it . . .
Take your TV tube and eat it
'N all that phony stuff on sports
‘N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin’ out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so

And further they assert
That any show they’ll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin’ hard and doin’ swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can’t be beat

Something for Bruno

Working Class Hero - John Lennon

As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
Till you’re so f***ing crazy you can’t follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and class less and free
But you’re still f***ing peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There’s room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

Boom! System Of A Down

I’ve been walking through your streets,
Where all you moneys earning,
Where all your biuldings crying,
And clueless neckties working,
Revolving fake lawn houses,
Housing all your fears,
Desensitized by tv,
Overbearing advertising,
God of consumerism,
And all your crooked pictures,
Looking good, mirrorism,
Filtering information,
For the public eye,
Designed for profiteering,
Your neighboor, what a guy.

Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Modern globalization,
Coupled with condemnations,
Unnecessary death,
Matador corporations,
Puppeting your frustrations,
With the blinded flag,
Manufacturing consent
Is the name of the game,
The bottom line is money,
Nobody gives a fuck.
4000 hungry children die per hour,
From starvation,
While billions spent on bombs,
Create death showers.

Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born.
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom

Why, why, why, why must we kill, kill, kill, kill, our own, own, own, own kind…

Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born.
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom
Every time you drop the bomb.

Some really good songs on this page.

Bruno-You’ve gotta nice taste!

[center][i]Someone right now is leaving their apartment
Looking down at the street, wondering where there car went
Someone in the car sitting at a signal
In front of a restaraunt, staring through the window
at someone right now with their finger in their teeth
Who could use a little floss right across the street
there’s somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket
spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered
Now he gotta walk fourteen blocks
to work at a shop where he’s about to get fired.
Someone right now is looking pretty tired
Staring at a laptop trying to get inspired
Somebody living right across the street
She wrote the best things she’s written all week
but her best friends coughing up blood in the sink
Can’t even think what happened, feeling so confused
And he knows it looks bad but there’s nothing he can do
I wonder what it’s like to be right there in his shoes

[Chorus]
But no I’m just taking it in
Out the window of a hotel bedroom again
Tommorrow I’ll be gone I don’t know when I’ll be back
But in this world everything can change just like that,
Like that

Yo somebody right now is dropping his vote inside a box
And trying not to get shot in his throat
For the act of freedom right now somebody is stuck in Iraq
Hoping that he gets shipped back breathing
in a war that he’s not really sure of the reasons
So we show our support when the press mislead them
Though we more then remain proud and salute the troops
get some I know you boys got some work to do
Meanwhile right now someones 25 to life
And is standing on the corner with their thumb up hitchiking
Stretching off a lotto ticket hoping for a real winner
Sneaking through the border just to work and to eat a real dinner
Right now someone wishes they were you and I
instead of second guessing freedom thoughts of quiet suicide
But right now I’m staring at the window at a frame
with holes in his arm and holes in his jeans
he pulled out his cigarette sparked the light
And walked right around the corner just outta my sight

But yo I’m just taking it in
From the second story hotel window again,
The TV’s on, and my bags are packed,
But in this world everything can change just like that,
Like that

[Repeat]

Ya right now somebody sitting in the darkness
Trying to figure out how to put some heat in their apartment
But they got a little mattress and a little carpet
And they appreciate it 'cause some people on a park bench
You see them when you rushing to get to the office
wife robbed blind when she coming from the market
Right now somebody coming out from the pocket
Trying to dump that rock they run around the block with at
The same time the cops is raising the glock with aim
To fill your legs and back with some hot shit
Right now somebody struggling to stop this man
Who’s kick and punching and cussing at the doctors
Down the hall the child taking his first breath
The doctors ain’t even passed him to the nurse yet yo
I wonder if he understands what it’s worth yet
Like the time spent while we here on the earth yet
The answer to the question that we all seek
can be found depend on how free y’all think
Right now it’s somebody who ain’t eat all week
That would kill for the shit that you throw away in the street
I guess one man’s trash is the next man’s treasure
One mans pain is the next mans pleasure
one say infinity the next say forever
right now everybody got to get it together man

I’m just taking it in another strange hotel lobby again
Put my luggage on my back I don’t know where I’m at
I’m in world where we all change just like that,
Like that, like that, just like that, like that, just like that

Just like that, Just like that
[Repeat][/i][/center]

All Along the Watchtower

Bob Dylan

“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.”

“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

Changing of the Guards - Bob Dylan

Sixteen years,
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves.
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.

Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer’s eve, near the tower.

The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.

They shaved her head.
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn’t help but follow,
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.

I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I’d given to you.

The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Where the angels’ voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She’s begging to know what measures he now will be taking.
He’s pulling her down and she’s clutching on to his long golden locks.

Gentlemen, he said,
I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes,
I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.

Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.

Struck A Nerve by Bad Religion

There’s an old man on a city bus
Holding a candy cane
And it isn’t even christmas
He see’s a note in the obituary
That his last friend has died
There’s an infant clinging
To his overweight mother in the cold
As they go to shop for cigarettes
And she spends her last dollar
On a bottle of vodka for tonight
And I guess it struck a nerve
Like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out
Of the line of sight
Like a barren winter day
Or a patch of unburned green
Like a tragic real dream
I guess it struck a nerve
Every day I wander
In negative disposition
As I’m bombarded by superlatives
Realizing very well that I am not alone
Introverted
I look to tomorrow for salvation
But I’m thinking altruistically
And a wave of overwhelming doubt
Turns me to stone
And I guess it struck a nerve
Sent a murmur to my heart
We just haven’t got time
To crack the maze
Like a magic speeding clock
Or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark
I guess it struck a nerve
I try to close my eyes
But I cannot ignore the stimuli
If theres a purpose for us all
It remains a secret to me
Don’t ask me to justify my life