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The The - Armageddon Days Are Here

They're 5 miles high as the crow flies
leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky
Movin' in from the East toward the West
with Balaclava helmets over their heads, yes!

But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming
Honey you've got another thing coming
If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name
He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave

Islam is rising
The Christians mobilising
The world is on its elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds

It's war, she cried, It's war, she cried, this is war
Drop your possessions, all you simple folk
You will fight them on the beaches in your underclothes
You will thank the good lord for raising the union jack
You'll watch the ships sail out of harbour
and the bodies come floating back

If the real Jesus Christ were to stand up today
He'd be gunned down cold by the C.I.A.
Oh, the lights that now burn brightest behind stained glass
Will cast the darkest shadows upon the human heart
But God didn't build himself that throne
God doesn't live in Israel or Rome
God doesn’t belong to the yankee dollar
God doesn't plant the bombs for Hezbollah
God doesn't even go to church
And God won't send us down to Allah to burn
No, God will remind us what we already know
That the human race is about to reap what it's sown

The world is on its elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds
Armageddon days are here again

Godsmack

Keep Away

Sickness spilling through your eyes
Craving everything you thought was alive, yeah
Stab me in heart again, ah yeah
Drag me through your wasted life, are you forever dead?

Do like I told you
Stay away from me
Never misunderstand me
Keep away from me

Twistin' everything around that you say, yeah!
Smack me in my mouth 200 times every other day
Rag me, I don't hear you anymore, not yet
Find out what it means to me, I don't know who you are

Do like I told you
Stay away from me
Never misunderstand me
Keep away from me

Do like I told you
Stay away from me
Never misunderstand me

Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh!

Draggin' on so lonely, aren't you tired baby? Yeah!
Breathing life into your lungs are you immune to me?
Immune to me
Immune to me
Immune to me
Maybe yeah yeah yeah!

Do like I told you
Stay away from me
Never misunderstand me
Keep away from me

The Waterboys - This is the sea

These things you keep
You'd better throw them away
You wanna turn your back
On your soulless days
Once you were tethered
And now you are free
Once you were tethered
Well now you are free
That was the river
This is the sea!

Now if you're feelin' weary
If you've been alone too long
Maybe you've been suffering from
A few too many
Plans that have gone wrong
And you're trying to remember
How fine your life used to be
Running around banging your drum
Like it's 1973
Well that was the river
This is the sea!
Wooo!

Now you say you've got trouble
You say you've got pain
You say've got nothing left to believe in
Nothing to hold on to
Nothing to trust
Nothing but chains
You're scouring your conscience
Raking through your memories
Scouring your conscience
Raking through your memories
But that was the river
This is the sea yeah!

Now i can see you wavering
As you try to decide
You've got a war in your head
And it's tearing you up inside
You're trying to make sense
Of something that you just can't see
Trying to make sense now
And you know you once held the key
But that was the river
And this is the sea!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Now i hear there's a train
It's coming on down the line
It's yours if you hurry
You've got still enough time
And you don't need no ticket
And you don't pay no fee
No you don't need no ticket
You don't pay no fee
Because that was the river
And this is the sea!

Behold the sea!

Big Country - Republican Party Reptile


My cousin PJ gets crazy just as much as he can
A real party reptile for a northern man
He’s dressed like a republican
He thinks conservative
But he drives faster than I ever did

He’s into nuclear power and insider deals
He has a scene with baby oil and heels
He’s my favorite politician
When he comes on weird
Says I’m not fit for this office let’s get out of here

My, my, loves his ma and apple pie
Well, well, he’s the party’s favorite guy
I hope you like it
You know I’m going to take good care of you
I hope you like it
I hope next time you bring your friends with you

He’s a drinkin’, huntin’, shootin’, fishin’ son of a gun
He knows a surgeon’s gonna keep his wife young
Got industrial kickbacks in an offshore bank
Knows who to stand on and he knows how to thank

I hope you like it
You know I’m going to take good care of you
I hope you like it
I hope next time you bring your friends with you
My, my, loves his ma and apple pie
Well, well, he’s the party’s favorite guy

He likes to come take me for a night with the boys
He talks about the NRA and their toys
Got an automatic rifle in his pick up truck
He drives me home when he’s in no state to walk

My, my, loves his ma and apple pie
Well, well, he’s the party’s favorite guy
I hope you like it
You know I’m going to take good care of you
I hope you like it
I hope next time you bring your friends with you

A little obscure, I couldn't find anything but a cover version on youtube:

The Dead Milkmen
V.F.W.

Mom and Dad don't like me
They say I'm mean and crude
They tried to make me a good little boy
By sticking downers in my food

Fucked up world
We're all veterans of a fucked up world
Fucked up world
We're all members of a fucked up world

My neighbours try to run me down
Because I'm such a mess
Maybe it's cause of the way I look
Or maybe the way I dress
Philosophers try to put me down
Hey what's the meaning of life?
Go kill a cop and drink till you drop
Baby that's my advice

In a...
Fucked up world
We're all veterans of a fucked up world
Fucked up world
We're all members of a fucked up world

Girls don't really like me
That's why I hate myself
Maybe it's cause of the way I look
Or maybe it's something else
My room is such a pig sty
My floor has never been swept
But I've got a fuck off attitude
And that's something that should be kept

In a...
Fucked up world
We're all veterans of a fucked up world
Fucked up world
We're all members of a fucked up world

Death Cab for Cutie
Marching Bands Of Manhattan

If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
If I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.

I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown ..

Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues
Bob Dylan

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outa you

Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don't have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won't even say what it is I've got

Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she steals your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon

Up on Housing Project Hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you here
And man they expect the same

Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into getting up and leaving his post
And picking up Angel who
Just arrived down here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost

I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But it was all a big joke
There was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough

This might be my favorite song, and despite the style, I find it full of hope:

Taproot
Poem (lyric credited to Taproot)


Overbearing panic attack entrenching my veins
In an hour I'll be okay I pray that this pain will go away permanently someday
I've seen more than
I should have to
I've seen this
On my own

This song is a
Poem to myself
It helps me to live

In case of fire
BREAK
The glass
And move on into your own
Your own


Reoccurring drowning effect entrenching my brain
I hope you'll be okay someday so I can say that you moved on in the right way
We've seen this and
We’ve breathed this and
We’ve lived this
On our own

This song is a
Poem to myself
It helps me to live
In case of fire
BREAK
The glass and move on into your own

This song is a
Poem to myself
It helps me to live
In case of fire
BREAK
The glass and move on into your own
Your own

BREAK

This song is a
Poem to myself
It helps me to live
In case of fire
BREAK
The glass and move on into your own

This song is a
Poem to myself
It helps me to live
In case of fire
BREAK
The glass and move on into
Your own
Your own
Your own
YOUR OWN!

100% one of my fave lyrics and my fave dance song ever !


Armand van helden .....You dont know me

What was my problem with man you ask?
No, I ask you what was man's problem with me?

(Chorus)
You don't even know me
You say that I'm not living right
You don't understand me
So why do you judge my life?
You don't even know me
You say that I'm not living right
You don't understand me
So why do you judge my life?

I don't ask for nothing
I'm always holding my own
Every time I turn around, there's something
People talking 'bout what they don't do
And when I try to move on up
They're always pullin' me down
I'm tired and I've had enough
It's my life, and i'm living it right

(Chorus)

I always wonder why
People try to hurt me
No happiness in their own lives
So they act out all their jealousy
Who are you to say that I'm living wrong?
Always telling me what to do
I've decided that I gotta be strong
What makes you think that I needed you?
You don't know me

You don't even know me (ohh, you dont know me)
You say that I'm not livin' right (you don't understand the way that I feel)
You don't understand me (you can't even see my pain)
So why do you judge my life (oohhh you don't know)

(Chorus + Ad-Libs) (x3)

Who are you?
You say I'm not livin' right
Anything I try to do
You haven't walked in my shoes
I'm gonna move on
It's my life, it's my life (x3)

(Chorus + Ad-libs) (x2)


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ok with all these political debates going on maybe its time to post one of my fave song lyrics on here

The Jam .....Going Underground

Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But Im quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more,
But Im so happy I cant see the point.
Somethings happening here today
A show of strength with your boys brigade and,
Im so happy and youre so kind
You want more money - of course I dont mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes

And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this societys got -
Im going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, Ive enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
[me? ] Im too busy dodging between the flak

What you see is what you get
Youve made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
Youll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns

And the public wants what the public gets
But I dont get what this society wants
Im going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
[so] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
The braying sheep on my tv screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

Going underground, Im going underground!