Post some of your favourite lyrics up on this. It's random, yeah, but whims are fun.
My current favs:
Don't you make fun of meDon't you make fun of me! I'm gonna be, gonna beI'm gonna be a hot dancer!
He's sayingI'm on a rollWith all the girls I knowHis baby mommaShe ain't so slowHe's sayingI'm on a rollWith all the girls I knowI know you wanna hit thatI know you wanna hit that hit thatAll the world is gettin' with, I sayConsequences are a lot, but heyThat's the way itThat's the way things go
I dig my toes into the sandThe ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanketI lean against the windPretend that I am weightlessAnd in this moment I am happy...happyI wish you were here...
lots of others, but that's a start.
The Lyrics Thread
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nametakennow
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DOWN RODEO
Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight Can't fight alone Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha Family stone Tha pen devils set that stage for tha War at home Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop Zone The clockers born startin' at an empty plate Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face.. We hungry but them belly full.. The structure is set ya neva change it with a Ballot pull.. In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic Rock Shool yard ta precinct, suburb ta Project block Bosses broke south for new flesh and A factory floor, The remains left chained to the Powder war Can't waste a day when the night brings A hearse, So make a move an plead the fifth 'cuse ya Can't plead the first...
...Can't waste a day when the night brings A hearse..
...So now I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a Shot gun these people ain't seen a Brown skin man since their grandparents bought One
Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight Can't fight alone Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha Family stone Tha pen devils set that stage for tha War at home Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop Zone The clockers born startin' at an empty plate Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face.. We hungry but them belly full.. The structure is set ya neva change it with a Ballot pull.. In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic Rock Shool yard ta precinct, suburb ta Project block Bosses broke south for new flesh and A factory floor, The remains left chained to the Powder war Can't waste a day when the night brings A hearse, So make a move an plead the fifth 'cuse ya Can't plead the first...
...Can't waste a day when the night brings A hearse..
...So now I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a Shot gun these people ain't seen a Brown skin man since their grandparents bought One
Rage!!!
Hey, hey, hey, it's Fat Albert! And i'm gonna sing a song for you. And bill's gonna show you a thing or two. We're havin fun with ray and all the gang. Learnin from each other while we do our thing. Na na na gonna have a good time. (hey hey hey) na na na gonna have a good time.
anyone who owns the Dogma DVD should understand the importance of that.
Hey, hey, hey, it's Fat Albert! And i'm gonna sing a song for you. And bill's gonna show you a thing or two. We're havin fun with ray and all the gang. Learnin from each other while we do our thing. Na na na gonna have a good time. (hey hey hey) na na na gonna have a good time.
anyone who owns the Dogma DVD should understand the importance of that.
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TachyonS14
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think my mind just goes outta controlAnd judge your subjects mutha****as read aboutI touch on the **** that they be leavin' outI seen this mutha****a's .9 smokin'I seen the same nigga with the .9 die with his eyes openAnd simply what this means isHe didn't know that every dog had his dayUntil he seen hisI bet you mutha****as will tooBecause its die mutha****a, die mutha****a still fool
(chorus) X4(Scarface) Die mutha****as, die mutha****as still fool (Willie D) Die mutha****as, die mutha****as still
[I think it's something in the water man, it's justgotta be in the water]
(Bushwick Bill)
Awwww ****! Chuck's on a killing spree againWith guillotines for menI walk around town with a frown on my face**** the whole world, fixin' to catch a murder case The murder rate
(Scarface)
May increase if your caught up in the worldWhile it's dyin', I guarentee your fryin' cause I amOn the verge of knockin' mutha****as out for no reasonOnce I get down there'll be no breathin' it seems whenMutha****as wanna calm down, put his palm downSeems I gots to lay the law downNow its on pow what you to do? I'm askin' you
(Willie D)
Step to face I'll break your *** in two, bastard youRather swim in some ****in' hot tarBefore you **** wit Willie D cause what I got forYour *** will make ya **** your mealCause it's die mutha****as, die mutha****as still
A thug song, for a thug movie!
(chorus) X4(Scarface) Die mutha****as, die mutha****as still fool (Willie D) Die mutha****as, die mutha****as still
[I think it's something in the water man, it's justgotta be in the water]
(Bushwick Bill)
Awwww ****! Chuck's on a killing spree againWith guillotines for menI walk around town with a frown on my face**** the whole world, fixin' to catch a murder case The murder rate
(Scarface)
May increase if your caught up in the worldWhile it's dyin', I guarentee your fryin' cause I amOn the verge of knockin' mutha****as out for no reasonOnce I get down there'll be no breathin' it seems whenMutha****as wanna calm down, put his palm downSeems I gots to lay the law downNow its on pow what you to do? I'm askin' you
(Willie D)
Step to face I'll break your *** in two, bastard youRather swim in some ****in' hot tarBefore you **** wit Willie D cause what I got forYour *** will make ya **** your mealCause it's die mutha****as, die mutha****as still
A thug song, for a thug movie!
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stillmatic
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Triumph - I Keed
I thought my CD was done,But that's not what they sayDo an insult track,We need it for radio play
American Idol, that's what I look for,In the poop section of my local record store.Ruben or Clay, oh which one should I pick,It's like choosing which puddle of vomit to lick.And when I want something even more fruity and fit,I look up N for NSYNC or T for Timberlake.So many skills Justin's making a buck at,Does he rap, does he sing, he doesn't know what to suck at!Now as for the *****es, lets give Britney thanks,For the face that launched a million preteen skanks.You were a virgin, that had to be hard,You had more bones in your mouth than a St. Bernard.
[Chorus]I Keed, I KeedHe's just making little jokes,I joke with you,Little dog, Little jokes,I Keed, I Keed,He's just making little jokes,and your a good actress too.
Now lets go to Walmart,Where they won't sell me CD,Those company's nuts are in a jar in aisle three.But you can see Christina in all her sluthoodIt's like watching p0rn but the music's not as good.I want to stuff my TV's crotch with a dollarStill I would hump you if I could wear my flea collar.You're looser than my poop after eating honeydew,Only 50 cents can flunk more than you!And yet you're too old for Fred Durst to desire,He's checking out the cast of Lizzie McGuireSoon Fred will try to get Mandy Moore,To open for him and I don't mean on tour!You're not the first person for R KellyHis video's premiere in the LAPD.I believe they set up an innocent guy.You know what Kel? I believe I can fly
[Chorus]
Now look how frickin cool those guys from the Strokes areTheir rifts are three times as old as my jokes areThe white stripes guy, is that your wife or your sisterShouldn't you be playing country music mister.Hey Coldplay, maybe you should be Coldsore.Back when you were U2, I liked you so much more.Somehow your song yellow reminds me of peeI think that when it's over, it's a big relief to meYo Pink, is that your hair or a tattoo?I didn't know Supercuts had a drive throughYo Nelly, what the hell kinda name is that?That's about as gangster as an Easter Bonnet hat.And Snoop says he clean, well you make the callThe guy's higher than Billy Joel's cholesterol,Snoop there's only room for one dog putz,And I can rap, can you lick your own nuts?Poop Diddy, are you in show business still?I didn't know wearing a suit was a skill.J.Lo, J.Lo the giant tail-oFor a doggie's nose, that's the holy grail-oShakira's butt's fine, but it won't hold still.I sniffed Elton John's butt for a thrill.I sniffed J.Lo's *** and got too touchy feelyShe let loose a bomb that was bigger than Gigli.
[Chorus]
Avril Lavinge, punk queen, now there's a kidder,Go back up north, Celine needs a baby-sitterPhilip Glass, hey tunnel ***, your not immuneWrite a song with a f****** tuneAnd on the list of pooches, don't leave off MTV,I scared Emineminem, so they gave the hook to me.Slim Shady, why do you find me scary?We are just two regular dudes who banged Mariah Carey.Wipe off that frown, just do withoutHey my mom was a ***** too, but I don't go writing songs about it.
[Chorus]
I thought my CD was done,But that's not what they sayDo an insult track,We need it for radio play
American Idol, that's what I look for,In the poop section of my local record store.Ruben or Clay, oh which one should I pick,It's like choosing which puddle of vomit to lick.And when I want something even more fruity and fit,I look up N for NSYNC or T for Timberlake.So many skills Justin's making a buck at,Does he rap, does he sing, he doesn't know what to suck at!Now as for the *****es, lets give Britney thanks,For the face that launched a million preteen skanks.You were a virgin, that had to be hard,You had more bones in your mouth than a St. Bernard.
[Chorus]I Keed, I KeedHe's just making little jokes,I joke with you,Little dog, Little jokes,I Keed, I Keed,He's just making little jokes,and your a good actress too.
Now lets go to Walmart,Where they won't sell me CD,Those company's nuts are in a jar in aisle three.But you can see Christina in all her sluthoodIt's like watching p0rn but the music's not as good.I want to stuff my TV's crotch with a dollarStill I would hump you if I could wear my flea collar.You're looser than my poop after eating honeydew,Only 50 cents can flunk more than you!And yet you're too old for Fred Durst to desire,He's checking out the cast of Lizzie McGuireSoon Fred will try to get Mandy Moore,To open for him and I don't mean on tour!You're not the first person for R KellyHis video's premiere in the LAPD.I believe they set up an innocent guy.You know what Kel? I believe I can fly
[Chorus]
Now look how frickin cool those guys from the Strokes areTheir rifts are three times as old as my jokes areThe white stripes guy, is that your wife or your sisterShouldn't you be playing country music mister.Hey Coldplay, maybe you should be Coldsore.Back when you were U2, I liked you so much more.Somehow your song yellow reminds me of peeI think that when it's over, it's a big relief to meYo Pink, is that your hair or a tattoo?I didn't know Supercuts had a drive throughYo Nelly, what the hell kinda name is that?That's about as gangster as an Easter Bonnet hat.And Snoop says he clean, well you make the callThe guy's higher than Billy Joel's cholesterol,Snoop there's only room for one dog putz,And I can rap, can you lick your own nuts?Poop Diddy, are you in show business still?I didn't know wearing a suit was a skill.J.Lo, J.Lo the giant tail-oFor a doggie's nose, that's the holy grail-oShakira's butt's fine, but it won't hold still.I sniffed Elton John's butt for a thrill.I sniffed J.Lo's *** and got too touchy feelyShe let loose a bomb that was bigger than Gigli.
[Chorus]
Avril Lavinge, punk queen, now there's a kidder,Go back up north, Celine needs a baby-sitterPhilip Glass, hey tunnel ***, your not immuneWrite a song with a f****** tuneAnd on the list of pooches, don't leave off MTV,I scared Emineminem, so they gave the hook to me.Slim Shady, why do you find me scary?We are just two regular dudes who banged Mariah Carey.Wipe off that frown, just do withoutHey my mom was a ***** too, but I don't go writing songs about it.
[Chorus]
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SmallBrownSilvia
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Operation Ivy - Here We Go Again
intro - It's not the ending, it's the begining,The ground moist it rained last night.Smells like smoke, it smells so clean.The sun shines down like a friendly white light.
Here we go again...
Analyzed the world I was born into but never could understand.Knew I never wanted to grow up if that meant being a man.Dominating strict compitition is the meaning of our life.Stomping on the weak keeps us the winner of the battle in mind.Tensions in our lives that are destroying our minds,unite themselves together, make our consciences blind.Conditioned to self-interest with emotions locked away.If that's what they call normal then I'd rather be insane.
Relax yourself from giving up what you want to do with your own lifeEase up from giving up things like control of your own mind.If you never ask any questions Then you're never gonna get no answersAlways be wondering what you want,but you keep getting older faster
Tensions in our lives that are destroying our minds,unite themselves together, make our consciences blind.Conditioned to self-interest with emotions locked away.If that's what they call normal then I'd rather be insane.
Tensions in our lives that are destroying our minds,unite themselves together, make our consciences blind.Conditioned to self-interest with emotions locked away.If that's what they call normal then I'd rather be insane.
Relax yourself from giving up what you want to do with your own lifeEase up from giving up things like control of your own mind.If you never ask any questions Then you're never gonna get no answersAlways be wondering what you want,but you keep getting older faster.
Conditioned to self-interest keeps emotions locked awayIf that's what they call normal, I'd rather be insane.
Another test of manhood.Just when you thought you'd won.The more you keep competing.The more the battle's just begun.
intro - It's not the ending, it's the begining,The ground moist it rained last night.Smells like smoke, it smells so clean.The sun shines down like a friendly white light.
Here we go again...
Analyzed the world I was born into but never could understand.Knew I never wanted to grow up if that meant being a man.Dominating strict compitition is the meaning of our life.Stomping on the weak keeps us the winner of the battle in mind.Tensions in our lives that are destroying our minds,unite themselves together, make our consciences blind.Conditioned to self-interest with emotions locked away.If that's what they call normal then I'd rather be insane.
Relax yourself from giving up what you want to do with your own lifeEase up from giving up things like control of your own mind.If you never ask any questions Then you're never gonna get no answersAlways be wondering what you want,but you keep getting older faster
Tensions in our lives that are destroying our minds,unite themselves together, make our consciences blind.Conditioned to self-interest with emotions locked away.If that's what they call normal then I'd rather be insane.
Tensions in our lives that are destroying our minds,unite themselves together, make our consciences blind.Conditioned to self-interest with emotions locked away.If that's what they call normal then I'd rather be insane.
Relax yourself from giving up what you want to do with your own lifeEase up from giving up things like control of your own mind.If you never ask any questions Then you're never gonna get no answersAlways be wondering what you want,but you keep getting older faster.
Conditioned to self-interest keeps emotions locked awayIf that's what they call normal, I'd rather be insane.
Another test of manhood.Just when you thought you'd won.The more you keep competing.The more the battle's just begun.
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MasterMan
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Well I wake up in the morningLook at my clockIt's way past noon timeNow I'm late for work.
Tell me, tell meWhat have I done wrong?Ain't nothing go right with meMust be I've been smoking too long.
Well I go to find me some breakfastBut I ain't got no foodTake me a showerBut the water don't feel no good.
Tell me...
I've got opium in my chimneyNo other life to chooseNightmare made of hash dreams.Got the devil in my shoes
Tell me...
Well when I'm smokingPut my worries on a shelfDon't think about nothin'Try not to see myself.
Tell me...
Well in this blues I'm singin'There's a lesson to be learnedDon't go around smokin'Unless you want to get burned.
Tell me...
-Nick Drake-
Tell me, tell meWhat have I done wrong?Ain't nothing go right with meMust be I've been smoking too long.
Well I go to find me some breakfastBut I ain't got no foodTake me a showerBut the water don't feel no good.
Tell me...
I've got opium in my chimneyNo other life to chooseNightmare made of hash dreams.Got the devil in my shoes
Tell me...
Well when I'm smokingPut my worries on a shelfDon't think about nothin'Try not to see myself.
Tell me...
Well in this blues I'm singin'There's a lesson to be learnedDon't go around smokin'Unless you want to get burned.
Tell me...
-Nick Drake-
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MasterMan
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I never thought too hard on dying beforeI never sucked on the dyingI never licked the side of dying beforeAnd now I'm feeling the dyingYou've got your hands over your earsYou've got your mouth running onYou've got your eyes looking for somethingThat will never be found - like a reasonGood god I don't need a reasonI never thought too hard on dying beforeI never sucked on the dyingI never licked the side of dying beforeAnd now I'm feeling the dyingBut you've got to...Give me the shotGive me the pillGive me the cureNow what you've done to my world
Fugazi - give me the cure
Fugazi - give me the cure
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"You Vandal" Saves the day
Last night I dream you called from Costa RicaThe place you've been for the last two weeksYou said, "I miss you, oh sweet boy, and will you come on down?"I woke up to my cold sheets and the smell of New JerseyWhen do I get to wake up to you?Today I can't forget that I've got these open woundsIt's such a dragI can't forget you've goneMy ribs have parted waysThey said, "We're not going to protect this heart you have."Oh no, what can I do?My lungs are breathing open airAnd my spleen is dripping from my pantsYou've left me here in the coldAnd I miss youYou never told me it would be this hardI think my body's saying soWhen you're not here, it's leaving meBut I hope that you're o.k.Even though I'm dyingI hope that you're still trying to have a killer timeGo see the volcanoesGo see the rainforestsI'll be fine by myselfI'll be fine without these bones.
The best part
My ribs have parted waysThey said, "We're not going to protect this heart you have."
Last night I dream you called from Costa RicaThe place you've been for the last two weeksYou said, "I miss you, oh sweet boy, and will you come on down?"I woke up to my cold sheets and the smell of New JerseyWhen do I get to wake up to you?Today I can't forget that I've got these open woundsIt's such a dragI can't forget you've goneMy ribs have parted waysThey said, "We're not going to protect this heart you have."Oh no, what can I do?My lungs are breathing open airAnd my spleen is dripping from my pantsYou've left me here in the coldAnd I miss youYou never told me it would be this hardI think my body's saying soWhen you're not here, it's leaving meBut I hope that you're o.k.Even though I'm dyingI hope that you're still trying to have a killer timeGo see the volcanoesGo see the rainforestsI'll be fine by myselfI'll be fine without these bones.
The best part
My ribs have parted waysThey said, "We're not going to protect this heart you have."
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dr!ft
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Brand New - "Guernica"
Ever since I was youngYour words was the word that always wonWorry and wake the ones you loveA phone call I'd rather not receivePlease use my body while I sleepMy lungs are fresh and yours to keepKept clean and they will let you breathe
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind
Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like theseSo I sat alone and waited out the nightThe best part of what has happened was the part I must have missedSo I'm asking you to shine it on and stick aroundI'm not writing my goodbyes
I submit no excuseIf this is what I have to do I owe you everyday I wakeIf I could I would shrink myselfSink through your skin to your blood cellsRemove whatever makes you hurtBut I am too weak to be your cure
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind
Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like theseSo I sat alone and waited out the nightThe best part of what has happened was the part I must have missedSo I'm asking you to shine it on and stick aroundI'm not writing my goodbyes
I'm not letting you check outYou will beat this thing starting nowYou will always be aroundI'm there to monitor your breathingI will watch you while you're sleepingI will keep you safe and sound
Does anybody remember back when you were very young?Did you ever think that you would be this blessed?
Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like theseSo I sat alone and waited out the nightThe best part of what has happened was the part I must have missedSo I'm asking you to shine it on and stick aroundI'm not writing my goodbyes
Ever since I was youngYour words was the word that always wonWorry and wake the ones you loveA phone call I'd rather not receivePlease use my body while I sleepMy lungs are fresh and yours to keepKept clean and they will let you breathe
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind
Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like theseSo I sat alone and waited out the nightThe best part of what has happened was the part I must have missedSo I'm asking you to shine it on and stick aroundI'm not writing my goodbyes
I submit no excuseIf this is what I have to do I owe you everyday I wakeIf I could I would shrink myselfSink through your skin to your blood cellsRemove whatever makes you hurtBut I am too weak to be your cure
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind
Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like theseSo I sat alone and waited out the nightThe best part of what has happened was the part I must have missedSo I'm asking you to shine it on and stick aroundI'm not writing my goodbyes
I'm not letting you check outYou will beat this thing starting nowYou will always be aroundI'm there to monitor your breathingI will watch you while you're sleepingI will keep you safe and sound
Does anybody remember back when you were very young?Did you ever think that you would be this blessed?
Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like theseSo I sat alone and waited out the nightThe best part of what has happened was the part I must have missedSo I'm asking you to shine it on and stick aroundI'm not writing my goodbyes
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SeVa-S13 wrote:Nice choice with the Brand New.
:rockon Thanks!
Brand New - more from "Seventy Times Seven"InstantRice wrote:not a huge fan of them even though seven times 7 and jude law and a semester at sea are pretty funny.
"I hope the next boy you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips"
Have another drink and drive yourself homeI hope there's ice on all the roadsAnd you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt And again when your head goes through the windshield...
Some -good- music...
Fear Factory - EdgecrusherConceived in a hell beyond your depth of perceptionChaotic case of conquerring dominationPsychopath snaps fired chains of imprisonmentA bludgeoning force that's undermining the government
Inflict strain upon the structureCollapsing below my pressureInflict strain upon the structureCollapsing below my pressure
Break of the Edgecrusher...
The purist, non-conformist, jaded subhuman terroristFrom flesh to steel and blood to blade I fight to existA rival of justice, extreme rush of hatredSurvival in a twisted world where nothing is sacred
Inflict strain upon the structureCollapsing below my pressureInflict strain upon the structureCollapsing below my pressure
Break of the Edgecrusher...
and some more... just because i can
Soilwork - Departure PlanYou're taking care of your instinctsNo matter what you doYour life could be so much better when everything is throughThe demons that refused to let you goThey left with empty handsYou got to give it a tryDon't put an end to your lifeCause that's where you choke your last sigh
[Chorus:]You gotta rise with me!Cause you're so vulnerable... Me!No need for sympathy now...Yet so admirable... Say...
Your passion for art is your well hidden cureCause that's where you have a planEscaping could be such a movement nowIn your fragile heart all so true
...You'll never ever hurt yourself again!
Death metal and trance/hardstyle for life. I'd post some hardstyle lyrics but... there doesn't seem to be any!
Fear Factory - EdgecrusherConceived in a hell beyond your depth of perceptionChaotic case of conquerring dominationPsychopath snaps fired chains of imprisonmentA bludgeoning force that's undermining the government
Inflict strain upon the structureCollapsing below my pressureInflict strain upon the structureCollapsing below my pressure
Break of the Edgecrusher...
The purist, non-conformist, jaded subhuman terroristFrom flesh to steel and blood to blade I fight to existA rival of justice, extreme rush of hatredSurvival in a twisted world where nothing is sacred
Inflict strain upon the structureCollapsing below my pressureInflict strain upon the structureCollapsing below my pressure
Break of the Edgecrusher...
and some more... just because i can
Soilwork - Departure PlanYou're taking care of your instinctsNo matter what you doYour life could be so much better when everything is throughThe demons that refused to let you goThey left with empty handsYou got to give it a tryDon't put an end to your lifeCause that's where you choke your last sigh
[Chorus:]You gotta rise with me!Cause you're so vulnerable... Me!No need for sympathy now...Yet so admirable... Say...
Your passion for art is your well hidden cureCause that's where you have a planEscaping could be such a movement nowIn your fragile heart all so true
...You'll never ever hurt yourself again!
Death metal and trance/hardstyle for life. I'd post some hardstyle lyrics but... there doesn't seem to be any!
Has to be the greatest song ever. A good deal of you know this one:
On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself This could be Heaven or this could be Hell Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place (background) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year Any time of year (background) You can find it here You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany twisted She's got the Mercedes bends She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember Some dance to forget So I called up the Captain Please bring me my wine He said We haven't had that spirit here since 1969 And still those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely Place Such a lovely Place (background) Such a lovely face They're livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise What a nice surprise (background) Bring your alibies
Mirrors on the ceiling Pink champagne on ice And she said We are all just prisoners here Of our own device And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember I was running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before Relax said the nightman We are programed to recieve You can check out any time you like But you can never leave
On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself This could be Heaven or this could be Hell Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place (background) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year Any time of year (background) You can find it here You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany twisted She's got the Mercedes bends She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember Some dance to forget So I called up the Captain Please bring me my wine He said We haven't had that spirit here since 1969 And still those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely Place Such a lovely Place (background) Such a lovely face They're livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise What a nice surprise (background) Bring your alibies
Mirrors on the ceiling Pink champagne on ice And she said We are all just prisoners here Of our own device And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember I was running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before Relax said the nightman We are programed to recieve You can check out any time you like But you can never leave
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The Eagles, the one group that I can actually listen to with my parents and neither of us be annoyed! classics, classics!
edit: Here's some additions... note that all the lyrics I've posted are A. From different songs or B. From different parts of the same song... anyway, here goes:
Boom, Boom, Boom.Heh, Heh.
Ready for action, nip it in the butt.We never relaxin’, OutKast is everlastin’Not clashin’, not at all but see my nigga went to do a little acting.
So flickle the tickle lets see your seat belt fastenedTrunk rattlin’ like two midgets in the back seat wraslingSpeakerbox vibrate the tank, make it sound like aluminum cans in the back.But I know ya’ll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bassBut I know ya’ll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass
I like the waaaay you moveI like the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)I love the waaaay you moveI love the way, I love the way.
Then the whole room fell silent (Shhhhh!)The girls all pause with glee, turning left turning right hardly looking at me,But I was looking at them, there, there on the dance floorNow they got me in the middle feeling like a man whore
Heeeey baby, girl don’t you stop
Okay, that was all The Way You Move, but like I said, different parts...
edit: Here's some additions... note that all the lyrics I've posted are A. From different songs or B. From different parts of the same song... anyway, here goes:
Boom, Boom, Boom.Heh, Heh.
Ready for action, nip it in the butt.We never relaxin’, OutKast is everlastin’Not clashin’, not at all but see my nigga went to do a little acting.
So flickle the tickle lets see your seat belt fastenedTrunk rattlin’ like two midgets in the back seat wraslingSpeakerbox vibrate the tank, make it sound like aluminum cans in the back.But I know ya’ll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bassBut I know ya’ll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass
I like the waaaay you moveI like the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)I love the waaaay you moveI love the way, I love the way.
Then the whole room fell silent (Shhhhh!)The girls all pause with glee, turning left turning right hardly looking at me,But I was looking at them, there, there on the dance floorNow they got me in the middle feeling like a man whore
Heeeey baby, girl don’t you stop
Okay, that was all The Way You Move, but like I said, different parts...