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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Dec 28, 2010 5:47:06 GMT
I think so. Highlights the stupidity of putting your life on the line for fuck all everything.
Industry on the mercenary bloodpath,
Military loves the gory warbath,
Economics shape the battle landscape,
All join together for the grand rape.
Moral intentions make a scapegoat,
Excuse the rotting corpse inside the trenchcoat.
Praise the rotting minds above the club tie
That sits in towers up in the blue sky,
Above the clouds, obscure the scarred earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more death,
Arms make profit from the crushed head,
Build the towers up on the ditch head.
Betrayal forms the formal skyline,
Tinted windows catch the sunshine,
Such ice cold beauty makes the heart sink,
Five thousand miles away the dead stink.
And here the graveyard to insult them,
The city shines with laughing tombstones.
The profiteers, the warcry butchers,
Stir up the lust for legal slaughter.
The living dead who look up to them,
Who accept authority that kills them,
Work for the corporation making napalm,
Workers watch the burning children on T.V.
As they eat their meat pie
With refusal in their minds
Eye to see their own lives in that cold death.
Their state of wealth upon that lost breath.
In the official offices of deathplan
Leaders of men work to betray man.
Stocks and shares declare the next war,
The torture starts behind the locked door,
Propaganda tops the big desk.
Compose an overture to fine death.
The hideous grey men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, foul the clean air,
Their eyes forsake all that they dwell on,
Drag the lover from the loved ones.
Patriots progress is a backstep,
A cruel noose around a young neck.
They teach our children in the classroom
To respect a madman on a rostrum,
To praise the dirty works of battle,
Bring out the ribbon, balloon and rattle,
To dig their own graves in the cold earth...
So sad and pointless now to give birth.
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Post by Meggsy on Dec 28, 2010 7:04:54 GMT
No.
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Post by jamlander on Dec 28, 2010 7:39:44 GMT
No but it's excellent in your face poetry  The best lyrics come with subtlety and wit like a Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Lloyd Cole, Smiths, Marillion, REM, Belle and Sebastian and many others. I was thinking when I saw the thread title of something that starts with: Once upon a time You dressed so fine Threw the bums a dime In ya prime Didn't you. |
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Post by Paul Spencer on Dec 28, 2010 10:09:17 GMT
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Post by salopstick on Dec 28, 2010 10:11:40 GMT
agadoo doo doo push pineapple shake the tree
genius
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Post by bradscfc on Dec 28, 2010 10:41:10 GMT
agadoo doo doo push pineapple shake the tree genius +1 |
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Post by lordeffinghamhunt on Dec 28, 2010 10:55:49 GMT
Pretty wank lyrics if you ask me!
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Post by Douglas Reynholm on Dec 28, 2010 10:56:44 GMT
Cheeky girls…………
Ooh boys cheeky girls
Ooh girls cheeky boys
Ooh boys cheeky girls
Ooh girls cheeky boys
Ooh boys cheeky girls
Ooh girls cheeky boys
Ooh boys cheeky girls
Ooh girls cheeky boys
I never ever ask where do you go
I never ever ask what do you do
I never ever ask what’s in your mind
I never ever ask if you’ll be mine
Come and smile don’t be shy
Touch my bum this is life.
Oooooh
We are the cheeky girls
We are the cheeky girls
You are the cheeky boys
You are the cheeky boys
We are the cheeky girls
We are the cheeky girls
You are the cheeky boys
You are the cheeky boys
Hhmm cheeky cheeky
(laughter)
Cheekycheekycheeky
Ooh boys cheeky girls
Ooh girls cheeky boys
Ooh boys cheeky girls
Ooh girls cheeky boys
Ooh boys cheeky girls
Ooh girls cheeky boys
Ooh boys cheeky girls
Ooh girls cheeky boys
I never ever ask where do you go
I never ever ask what do you do
I never ever ask whats in your mind
I never ever ask if you’ll be mine
Come and smile don’t be shy
Touch my bum this is life.
Unu doy trei si
(translates to one two three go)
(with other voices shouting cheeky)
We are the cheeky girls
We are the cheeky girls
You are the cheeky boys
You are the cheeky boys
We are the cheeky girls
We are the cheeky girls
You are the cheeky boys
You are the cheeky boys
Come and join the cheeky club
This is what you want
Come and sing the cheeky song
Our cheeky song woo
Come and join the cheeky club
This is what you want
Come and sing the cheeky song
Our cheeky song woo
Come and smile don’t be shy
Touch my bum this is life
Cheeky cheeky
We are the cheeky girls
We are the cheeky girls
You are the cheeky boys
You are the cheeky boys
We are the cheeky girls
We are the cheeky girls
You are the cheeky boys
You are the cheeky boys
We are the cheeky girls
We are the cheeky girls
You are the cheeky boys
You are the cheeky boys
We are the cheeky girls
We are the cheeky girls
You are the cheeky boys
You are the cheeky boys
Cheeky-cheeky
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Post by blaow on Dec 28, 2010 12:26:55 GMT
I'd go with some of Frank Turner's, from his old band Million Dead... I'm not even a fan of post-hardcore, but this shit is melodic and beautifully written.
Milion Dead - Living the Dream
'You', another tired second-person address,
Words written hastily and under duress
Im cold and holed up in the back of the van, devoid of eloquence or elegant plan
And Im paranoid, and I can't help but think,
That somewhere someone is listening in
But all the words that I kept in my pockets, jotted down on supermarket receipts,
At base turned out to be solid masonry
And Im scared of the kids who come to our shows,
And scared of the words that they seem to know,
Because in truth all my high ideals are in ruins, in truth I don't really know what Im doing
Growing out of these clothes turned out to mean losing certainty
So sing, 'your' voices level the land,
My Jericho,
My rock and sure foundation!
Every love that made me lose my reasoning,
Every line that made my conscience ache,
Every day spent counting hours well, none of them come close
To singing back a song inside my head
I always had a song inside my head
And yes, there are times when I am tired and stressed,
When I am hasty and Im under duress
Im a narcissist and Im not at my best I have to say Im not impressed
Of all the things that I believed in my teens, Im left with unread books and badly made zines
Some might-have-beens that somehow even yet
Bring a spring to my step
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans,
And I remember safe-as-houses self-belief
So sing 'your' voices are sure destruction,
My rock and sure foundation
And every line that made me lose my reasoning,
Every chord that made my conscience ache,
Every sound a memory that's all I ever need
I always have a song inside my head
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Post by felonious on Jun 20, 2017 18:55:26 GMT
I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don't care about clever, I don't care about funny
I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them
And I'll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
'Cause everyone knows that's how you get famous
I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror
I'm on the right track, yeah, I'm on to a winner
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore
I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear
'Cause I'm being taken over by the fear
Life's about film stars and less about mothers
It's all about fast cars and cussing each other
But it doesn't matter 'cause I'm packing plastic
And that's what makes my life so fuckin' fantastic
And I am a weapon of massive consumption
And it's not my fault, it's how I'm programmed to function
I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror
I'm on the right track, yeah, I'm on to a winner
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore
I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear
'Cause I'm being taken over by the fear
Forget about guns and forget ammunition
'Cause I'm killing them all on my own little mission
Now I'm not a saint but I'm not a sinner
Now everything is cool as long as I'm getting thinner
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore
I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear
'Cause I'm being taken over by the fear
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 19:01:45 GMT
I want to be rich and I want lots of money I don't care about clever, I don't care about funny I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds I heard people die while they are trying to find them And I'll take my clothes off and it will be shameless 'Cause everyone knows that's how you get famous I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror I'm on the right track, yeah, I'm on to a winner I don't know what's right and what's real anymore I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear 'Cause I'm being taken over by the fear Life's about film stars and less about mothers It's all about fast cars and cussing each other But it doesn't matter 'cause I'm packing plastic And that's what makes my life so fuckin' fantastic And I am a weapon of massive consumption And it's not my fault, it's how I'm programmed to function I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror I'm on the right track, yeah, I'm on to a winner I don't know what's right and what's real anymore I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear 'Cause I'm being taken over by the fear Forget about guns and forget ammunition 'Cause I'm killing them all on my own little mission Now I'm not a saint but I'm not a sinner Now everything is cool as long as I'm getting thinner I don't know what's right and what's real anymore I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear 'Cause I'm being taken over by the fear She's such a bitch |
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Post by dutchstokie on Jun 20, 2017 19:06:05 GMT
Well she wore big knickers n she worked on't sewage farm
I got me 'and down her jeans n I nearly lost half me arm
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 19:07:04 GMT
Stereo
Video
Sci-fi sex
Let's go-g-go
Let's go.
Saturn dreams. lazer beams
21st century
Sex machines.
Can the cartier
Toss the tissot
Timex kJd
Time to go go.
I'm a space cowboy
I'm a 21st century whoopee boy.
- This is a new age of television -
Siamese
Lebanese
Chinese speaking strip T V.s
Singapore
El Salvador
Coca Cola.
Mercury
Luxury
Shove that fender fist at me.
I'm a space cowboy
I'm a 21st century whoopee boy.
- Ladies and gentlemen
There is 1990 -
I'm a space cowboy
I'm a 21st century whoopee boy.
Embryo
UFO
Freak
Oh psycho horror show.
Hips and lips and beauty queens - let's party -.
Venus ramp
Sexy tramp
Make-up muck my Vegas vamp.
I'm a space cowboy
I'm a 21st century whoopee boy.
I'm a space cowboy
I'm a 21st century whoopee boy.
- An American dream
An American dream -
I'm a space cowboy
I'm a 21st century whoopee boy.
I'm a space cowboy
G-g-generation whoopee boy.
Let's go
Go
Go
Let's go
Let's go;
Let's go
Go
Go
Let's go
Let's go;
Let's go
Go
Go
Let's go
Let's go;
Let's go
Go
Go
Let's go
Let's go;
- I love technolosy!-
- I love technolosy!-
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 19:09:02 GMT
Well she wore big knickers n she worked on't sewage farm I got me 'and down her jeans n I nearly lost half me arm Slap nut and ride the ripples, a just gotta get me hands around them greasy nipples |
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Post by dutchstokie on Jun 20, 2017 19:12:03 GMT
Well she wore big knickers n she worked on't sewage farm I got me 'and down her jeans n I nearly lost half me arm Slap nut and ride the ripples, a just gotta get me hands around them greasy nipples I'm educating a couple of Lithuanian and Latvian lads I work with on the lyrical geniuses that are the Macc Lads They love it !!!!!!!!😂😂 |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 19:15:36 GMT
Slap nut and ride the ripples, a just gotta get me hands around them greasy nipples I'm educating a couple of Lithuanian and Latvian lads I work with on the lyrical geniuses that are the Macc Lads They love it !!!!!!!!😂😂 When I saw your post it took me back to the days I paid to watch them in longton  |
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Post by Boothen on Jun 20, 2017 19:27:46 GMT
Oral eruption
Rectal extroversion...
Your vagus implodes, as nausea strikes
Savaging your body in terminal retch
Violent spasms and decaying enzymes
Engulf your throat as you belch
Intestinal disturbance, your ileum turns inside-out
Your duodenum is thrust up towards your mouth
Your pancreas excretes stale septic pus
Your whole digestive system is now a sticky mush
Rectal vomit in your thorax
Retch your anal tract
Liquidized oesophagus mixes with bloodied excretion
As you pathetically gasp for breath
The stench of hot faeces scorch your nose
As you violently vomit to death
Your intestines are rising, up towards your throat
Stale bile escaping through your bloodied nose
Your colon digested into acidic slush
Your tongue gargling on your dislocated anus
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Post by felonious on Jun 20, 2017 20:04:11 GMT
Oral eruption Rectal extroversion... Your vagus implodes, as nausea strikes Savaging your body in terminal retch Violent spasms and decaying enzymes Engulf your throat as you belch Intestinal disturbance, your ileum turns inside-out Your duodenum is thrust up towards your mouth Your pancreas excretes stale septic pus Your whole digestive system is now a sticky mush Rectal vomit in your thorax Retch your anal tract Liquidized oesophagus mixes with bloodied excretion As you pathetically gasp for breath The stench of hot faeces scorch your nose As you violently vomit to death Your intestines are rising, up towards your throat Stale bile escaping through your bloodied nose Your colon digested into acidic slush Your tongue gargling on your dislocated anus Bloody hell, how did you get hold of Marys' medical records  |
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jun 20, 2017 20:05:35 GMT
Slap nut and ride the ripples, a just gotta get me hands around them greasy nipples I'm educating a couple of Lithuanian and Latvian lads I work with on the lyrical geniuses that are the Macc Lads They love it !!!!!!!!😂😂 Still doing it live, played the 11 Club in Sandyford at Easter. 'Sweaty Betty' is class, I'm fond of 'No Sheep til Buxton', and love 'Going Down Blackpool, alright.' Beater follows through on the parcel shelf etc. Cultural enlightenment for yr prodigies.  |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 20:12:26 GMT
I'm going with Dooby, Dooby Dooby Doo.
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Post by danceswithclams on Jun 20, 2017 20:27:34 GMT
I'm so desolate, I'm so all alone
I feel arthritic in every single bone
I've got a mynah bird, it does nothing but moan
For you I'd lose my self-esteem
For you I'd lose my self-esteem
For Crewe I'd use Junction 16
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Post by essexstokey on Jun 20, 2017 20:53:02 GMT
For me its between these Bohemian rhapsody Bridge over troubled water Man in the mirror We will rock you Let it be He's my brother He aint heavy Do they know its Christmas but im having trouble picking one but if we go to musical theatre the songs in blood brothers by willy Russell the lyrics are brilliant (as well as the story I'd recommend it if you ever have the chance to see it go even if you hate musicals it manages to be funny, sad and entertaining all at the same time |
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jun 20, 2017 20:58:51 GMT
A bit of The Jam
{Better} stop dreaming of the quiet life, 'cause it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus 'cause those rosy days are few
And stop apologizing for the things you've never done
'Cause time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change
This town called malice
Recognisable bass line too.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 21:07:44 GMT
Well she wore big knickers n she worked on't sewage farm I got me 'and down her jeans n I nearly lost half me arm Slap nut and ride the ripples, a just gotta get me hands around them greasy nipples Sweaty Betty She's got a huge vagina Sweaty Betty You'll fit a bus inside her |
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Post by ruts66 on Jun 20, 2017 21:15:17 GMT
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
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Post by redstriper on Jun 20, 2017 21:39:06 GMT
I'd like to drop my trousers to the world
I am a man of means (of slender means)
each household appliance
is like a new science in my town
and if the day came when I felt a
natural emotion
I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump
in the ocean
and when a train goes by
it's such a sad sound
I'd like to drop my trousers to the Queen
every sensible child will know what this means
the poor and the needy
are selfish and greedy on her terms
and if the day came when I felt a
natural emotion
I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump
in the ocean
and when a train goes by
it's such a sad sound
And when I'm lying in my bed
I think about life
and I think about death
and neither one particularly appeals to me
and if the day came when I felt a
natural emotion
I'd get such a shock I'd probably lie
in the middle of the street and die
I'd lie down and die
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Post by samba :) on Jun 20, 2017 21:59:46 GMT
Woahhhhh
She stood there laughing
(you know the rest)
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jun 20, 2017 22:11:42 GMT
Joy Division Oven Gloves
Well they say she’s too hot
Yeah but guess what
I’ve got Joy Division oven gloves
If it’s her desire
I’ll put my fingers in the fire
‘Cos I’ve got Joy Division oven gloves
I’ve got Joy Division oven gloves
Ooh ooh tropical diseases
Ooh ooh chemical alarm
Ooh ooh I’m a little blase
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
Oh I’ve been here and I’ve been there
In me Joy Division oven gloves
I’ve been to a post-punk postcard fair
In me Joy Division oven gloves
Ooh ooh Nagasaki towpath
Ooh ooh tickling the Laird
Ooh ooh checking out the Quantocks
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
On a sinking ship a sailor yearns
For his Joy Division oven gloves
Nero fiddles while Gordon burns
In his Joy Division oven gloves
Talk to the hands, talk to the hands
In my Joy Division oven gloves
Dance dance dance dance
In your Joy Division oven gloves
Ooh ooh piccalilli shinpads
Ooh ooh polishing the knave
I keep wicket for the Quakers
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
My grandfather’s clock was too tall for the shelf
So I sold it and opened up a stall
Selling Joy Division oven gloves
We got Joy Division oven gloves
Get your Joy Division oven gloves
Hallelujah
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Post by chuffedstokie on Jun 20, 2017 22:38:50 GMT
Solsbury Hill.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 22:43:10 GMT
Spending warm, summer days, indoors
Writing frightening verse
To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg
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The best lyrics come with subtlety and wit like a Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Lloyd Cole, Smiths, Marillion, REM, Belle and Sebastian and many others. I was thinking when I saw the thread title of something that starts with:
