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In the land of gods and monsters I was an angel
Living in the garden of evil
Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed,
Shining like a fiery beacon
You've got that medicine I need
Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly
Put your hands on my waist, do it softly
Me and God, we don't get along so now I sing
No-one's gonna take my soul away
I'm living like Jim Morrison
Headed towards a f***ed up holiday
Motel sprees sprees and I'm singin'
f*** yeah, give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want
It's innocence lost
 
Come along Fool,
A direct hit to the sense you're disconnected
It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death
It's just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent
 
Cold loving prose
We stole each other's clothes
and when all is said and done
It's still you I love

Fight for rights
Everyone's oh, so quick with advice
And when they've all said their piece
It's still you I love
 
And if God does exist
I am sure He will forgive
Me for doubting, for He'd see
How unlikely He himself seems
 
Chan Chan translated:

From Alto Cedro, I go to Marcan
I arrive in Cueto, and then I go towards Mayar.

The love I have for you
is something I cannot deny
I drool all over
I cannot help it.

When Juanica and Chan Chan
sifted sand at the beach
...
Chan Chan felt sorry/shame

Clean the path of straw
cause I want to sit down
on that tree trunk I see
and that way I'm never going to arrive

From Alto Cedro, I go to Marcan
I arrive in Cueto, and then I go towards Mayar.
 
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired

The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone

Who called to say, "Come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen

A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve
'Cause they only get what they deserve"

And the rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly

So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality and dubious integrity

Their small town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen

To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball

It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
When dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me

We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown

They call and say, "Come dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me at seventeen
 
Today I am remembering the time
When they pulled me back
And held me down
And looked me in the eyes and said
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
 
Amalia's face hides behind the mask sweating on the TV factory line
That smile on her face is starting to crack
While welding back the pieces of a shattered heart
That's scattered out here, with the ghosts of her peers

Searches for her lost child along the river of tears, the river of tears
 
dinosaur jr
"How'd You Pin That One On Me"

Hey, what's on your mind?
Hey, what's that got left behind?
Tension running, how?, what for?
Don't think I'm into you anymore
Falling off the pace
Run into you most every place
And I hardly go outside
Let's take a little ride I don't know, man, you decide
How'd you pin that one on me?
Haven't even done it yet
How can that be? My move or do I chuck it?
Stare it in the face or duck it
Get me a bucket I disappear I would agree
That's a distinct possibility
Wrap my leg around the table I'll make the trip when I'm more stable
Gotta cut that one leg free
Hobblin' around, hold out for me I'll leave the house when I'm less scared
Don't make me go, I'm not prepared

Hey, what's on your mind?
Hey, what's that got left behind?
Was it me you saved that for?
What's down at the core?
Hey, I seen that look before
Weren't you using that on me?
Do you slap that glaze
On every guy you see?
My move or do I chuck it?
Stare it in the face or duck it
Get me a bucket
[Solo]
I don't know why you see me I don't know a thing to be
My move or do I chuck it?
Stare it in the face or duck it
Get me a bucket
 
Oh, on the wing and on the lam
Can you sing anything?
-Alex Chilton, Big Star, "stroke it noel"
 
Who mistook this steak for chicken
Who'm I gonna stick my dick in
Who's pussy hole needs fillin'

I have apparently died and gone back to the sixth grade. :straightface: Tomorrow I will regroup! Sleep bring me defrag and wet dreams!!!! No wet dreams!!! Must sleep!!!!!

This is what happens when you have to be the adult for a 70 year old child for three solid days.
 
You wait for something that'll make the waiting worth the wait.
 
Who's on the seventh floor
Brewing alternatives
What's in the bottom drawer
Waiting for things to give

Spare us the cutter
Spare us the cutter
Couldn't cut the mustard

Conquering myself
Until I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another drop in the ocean

Come to the free for all
With seven tapered knives
Some of them six feet tall
We will escape our lives

Spare us the cutter
Spare us the cutter
Couldn't cut the mustard

Conquering myself
Until I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another drop in the ocean

Am I the happy loss
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost
Am I the worthy cross
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off

Conquering myself
Until I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another drop in the ocean
Ocean

Watch the fingers close
When the hands are cold

Am I the happy loss
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost
Am I the worthy cross
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off

Am I the happy loss
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off
 
At last I am porn
historians note
I am finally porn
I once used to chase
affection withdrawn
but now I just sit back and yawn
because I am porn, porn, porn
"Look at me now
from difficult child
to spectral hand
to Claude Brasseur
blah, blah, blah, blah..."
At last I am porn
vulgarians know
I am finally porn
I once thought that time
accentuates despair
but now I don't actually care
because I am porn, porn, porn
"Look at me now
from difficult child
to spectral hand
to Claude Brasseur
blah, blah, blah, blah..."
At last I am porn
at last I am porn
living the one, true, free life
porn
I once thought that I
had numerous reasons to cry
and I did - but I don't anymore
because I am porn, porn, porn
At last I am porn
at last I am porn
it took me a long, long time
but now I am porn
I once was a mess
of guilt because of the flesh
it's remarkable what you can learn
once you are porn, porn, porn
porn, porn, porn
porn, porn, porn.
 


So I wait my turn, I'm a modern man
And the people behind me, they can't understand
Makes me feel like
Makes me feel like

So I wait in line, I'm a modern man
And the people behind me, they can't understand
Makes me feel like
Something don't feel right

Like a record that's skipping
I'm a modern man
And the clock keeps ticking
I'm a modern man
Makes me feel like
Makes me feel like

In my dream I was almost there
Then they pulled me aside and said you're going nowhere
They say we are the chosen few
But we waste it
And that's why we're still waiting
On a number from the modern man
Maybe when you're older you will understand
Why you don't feel right
Why you can't sleep at night now

In line for a number but you don't understand
Like a modern man
In line for a number but you don't understand
Like a modern man

Oh I had a dream I was dreaming
And I feel I'm losing the feeling
Makes me feel like
Like something don't feel right
I erase the number of the modern man
Want to break the mirror of the modern man
Makes me feel like
Makes me feel like

In my dream I was almost there
Then they pulled me aside and said you're going nowhere
I know we are the chosen few
But we waste it
And that's why we're still waiting
In line for a number but you don't understand
Like a modern man
In line for a number but you don't understand
Like a modern man

If it's alright
Then how come you can't sleep at night?
In line for a number but you don't understand
Like a modern man

I'm a modern man
I'm a modern man
I'm a modern man
I'm a modern man
 
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Lucy's underground
She's got a mouth to feed
Am I underground
Or am I in between?
 
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