Song Lyrics

frogus · Post by **frogus** » Mon Aug 12, 2002 6:10 am

that reminds me - Sympathy for the Devil

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 man'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 czar 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,
But 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 Kennedys?"
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 got 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,

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,

Kameleon · Post by **Kameleon** » Mon Aug 12, 2002 8:28 am

LOL @ Delacroix - when I was younger I thought that song was "Horse with no mane"...

Tybaltus · Post by **Tybaltus** » Mon Aug 12, 2002 8:32 am

@Dottie Voltaire, eh? Another strange guy. Man the cover of his CD freaks me out. Another CD that you like that my brother also likes. My brother and you share the same taste in music, I see.

Voltaire's music is quite odd, but yet rather decent.

Dottie · Post by **Dottie** » Mon Aug 12, 2002 9:01 am

@Tyb: Actually Im no lover of Voltaire, although I can stand them pretty well.

I just thought it was a rather good fit for Weasel.

And to save myself from being accused of spam, Here is a song I do like.

Dark and industrial as always...

Einstürzende Neubauten - Der Schacht von Babel

Wir graben den Schacht in der Abenddämmerung
Wir graben den Schacht von Babel
Zu hoch war bis jetzt under Aussichtspunkt
Wir graben der Schacht von Babel

Mit Hölzern, sehr edel, verschalen wir ihn
Wir schachten den Tunnel von Babel
Selbst Strom für das Licht den verlegen wir drin
Wir schachten den Tunnel von Babel
Draussen das Fest erreicht den Höhepunkt
Wir graben den Schacht von Babel

English Translation:

We're digging the pit in the evening dusk
We're digging the shaft of Babel
Our viewpoint was too high before
We're digging the shaft of Babel

With wood, most rare, we line it
We're mining the tunnel of Babel
We even lay out electricity for the lights in the pit
We're mining the tunnel of Babel
Outside the festivities are reaching their peak
We're digging the shaft of Babel

Tybaltus · Post by **Tybaltus** » Mon Aug 12, 2002 1:39 pm

As promised, heres the lyrics to the 1-hit wonder Wall of Voodoo and their only hit "Mexican Radio". Great song and a lost hit from the early 80's.

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
And the touch of a world that is older
I turn the switch and check the number
I leave it on when in bed I slumber
I hear the rhythms of the music
I buy the product and never use it
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand just what does he say?

I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican radio

I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the U.S. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende, it's a riddle

I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican radio

I wish I was in Tijuana
Eating barbequed iguana
I'd take requests on the telephone
I'm on a wavelength far from home
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
I dial it in from south of the border
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand just what does he say?

I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican radio

Radio radio...
What does he say ?

Bloodstalker · Post by **Bloodstalker** » Mon Aug 12, 2002 1:49 pm

Mercyful Fate

Satan´s Fall

They're walking by the night
The moon has frozen blue
Long black coats a shelter for the rain
Their load must get through

Now bats are leaving their trees
They're joining the call
Seven satanic Hell preachers
Heading for the hall

Bringing the blood of a newborn child
Got to succeed, if not it's Satan's fall

Home... Come home
Evil messengers with blood stained wings
Home... Come home
Home... Come home

Is it Satan's fall?

No... It's Satan's call

Craniums high on stakes
It's Satan's epigraph
Something you can't erase... 666
They call him the beast

Use your demon eyes, uncover the disguise
Time is out.. Yeah, I don't need your god
Oh the law of Satan
Pray and obey it forever
Oh the law of Satan

Innocent lovers...it's a lie

Iron fists won't do no good against the evil eyes
Of seven holy Hell preachers, don't you even try
Now they cross the river Styx and see the castle rise
So high

Waiting on the other shore for Charon to arrive
A shape with horns and glowing eyes, Satanrs still alive
He receives the sacrifice with evil laughs and pride
You better escape, you've got to escape
You cannot escape

C Elegans · Post by **C Elegans** » Tue Aug 13, 2002 4:02 pm

Family snapshot - Peter Gabriel

The streets are lined with camera crews
Everywhere he goes is news
Today is different
Today is not the same
Today I make the action
Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light
I'm shooting into the light

Four miles down the cavalcade moves on
Driving into the sun
If I worked it out right
They won't see me or the gun

Two miles to go, they're clearing the road
The cheering has really begun
I've got my radio
I can hear what's going on

I've been waiting for this
I have been waiting for this
All you people in TV land
I will wake up your empty shells
Peak-time viewing blown in a flash
As I burn into your memory cells
'Cos I'm alive

They're coming 'round the corner with the bikers at the front
I'm wiping the sweat from my eyes
And the governor's car is not far behind
He's not the one I've got in mind
'Cos there he is-the man of the hour, standing in the limousine

"I don't really hate you
We were made for each other
I want to be somebody
If you don't get given you learn to take
And I will take you."

Holding my breath
Release the catch
And I let the bullet fly

All turned quiet-I have been here before
Lonely boy hiding behind the front door
Friends have all gone home
There's my toy gun on the floor
Come back Mum and Dad
You're growing apart
You know that I'm growing up sad
I need some attention
I shoot into the light

C Elegans · Post by **C Elegans** » Tue Aug 13, 2002 4:06 pm

All the madmen - David Bowie

Day after day
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and grey
To the far side of town
Where the thin men stalk the streets
While the sane stay underground

Day after day
They tell me I can go
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where it's pointless to be high
'Cause it's such a long way down

So I tell them that
I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm
I will do me harm
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all...am I?

Don't set me free, I'm as heavy as can be
Just my librium and me
And my E.S.T. makes three

'Cause I'd rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen roaming free
And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content they're all as sane
As me

Where can the horizon lie
When a nation hides
Its organic minds
In a cellar...dark and grim
They must be very dim

Day after day
They take some brain away
Then turn my face around
To the far side of town
And tell me that it's real
Then ask me how I feel

Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all
Don't set me free, I'm as helpless as can be
My libido's split on me
Gimme some good 'ole lobotomy

'Cause I'd rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen
Roaming free
And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content
They're all as sane as me

Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le Chien (rpt)

Tybaltus · Post by **Tybaltus** » Tue Aug 13, 2002 5:46 pm

@CE Interesting. You pick David Bowie, which I like a couple songs from-dont know that song. And Peter Gabriel which I like quite a few songs from (One of the only artists I like soft rock of). I especially like the song "Shock the Monkey" even if its title is a bit.......well lets say, strange. (Notice how I have a very eclectic view of music

)

Bloodstalker · Post by **Bloodstalker** » Fri Aug 16, 2002 8:52 pm

W.A.S.P.

Evermore

YOU STAND OUTSIDE the circle lonely
Here in darkness' eyes
Are the lives realized all the same
Or are they magic of mind
Ooh if I leave
Will I - be here again
Ooh what remains
Is Evermore in the wind

Do the shadows of my memory
From a long ago time
Lead a path to the other lives of me
Souls of past great divides
Ooh, give me wings
Will I be here again
Ooh and its embrace
Is in the arms of the wind
And only those who stand within
Can hold the keys that let us in
But if the magic in us dies
Ooh then the souls within us cries

Beyond the wall of tears we wander
Evermore in the wind
Beyond the wall of tears we wonder
Will I be here again
The magic of the circle lays
Somewhere between the dark and light
The magic circle never dies

Ooh, Evermore winds of change
Will I be here again
Ooh, will I rise on my wings
Evermore in the wind
Ooh, am I ever the same
Will I come back again
Ooh, give me wings for my change
Evermore in the wind
Oh will I come back again
Ever free in the end
Ooh, will I be here again
Into the arms of the wind

dragon wench · Post by **dragon wench** » Sun Aug 18, 2002 12:07 am

I have ingested several beers, some Pastis, and a Scotch..and thus am not in my usual restrained frame of mind

p)...hence the following contributions

Every Sperm Is Sacred

Composers: David Howman & Andre Jacquemin
Authors: Michael Palin & Terry Jones
From the Movie 'The Meaning of Life'

DAD:
There are Jews in the world.
There are Buddhists.
There are Hindus and Mormons, and then
There are those that follow Mohammed, but
I've never been one of them.
I'm a Roman Catholic,
And have been since before I was born,
And the one thing they say about Catholics is:
They'll take you as soon as you're warm.
You don't have to be a six-footer.
You don't have to have a great brain.
You don't have to have any clothes on. You're
A Catholic the moment Dad came,
Because
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
CHILDREN:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
GIRL:
Let the heathen spill theirs
On the dusty ground.
God shall make them pay for
Each sperm that can't be found.
CHILDREN:
Every sperm is wanted.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed
In your neighbourhood.
MUM:
Hindu, Taoist, Mormon,
Spill theirs just anywhere,
But God loves those who treat their
Semen with more care.
MEN:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
WOMEN:
If a sperm is wasted,...
CHILDREN:
...God get quite irate.
PRIEST:
Every sperm is sacred.
BRIDE and GROOM:
Every sperm is good.
NANNIES:
Every sperm is needed...
CARDINALS:
...In your neighbourhood!
CHILDREN:
Every sperm is useful.
Every sperm is fine.
FUNERAL CORTEGE:
God needs everybody's.
MOURNER #1:
Mine!
MOURNER #2:
And mine!
CORPSE:
And mine!
NUN:
Let the Pagan spill theirs
O'er mountain, hill, and plain.
HOLY STATUES:
God shall strike them down for
Each sperm that's spilt in vain.
EVERYONE:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed
In your neighbourhood.
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite iraaaaaate!

dragon wench · Post by **dragon wench** » Sun Aug 18, 2002 12:10 am

Medical Love Song

Composers: John Du Prez & Eric Idle
Authors: Eric Idle & Graham Chapman
From the Album 'Monty Python's Contractual Obligation'

Inflammation of the foreskin reminds of your smile
I've had ballanital chancroids for quite a little while
I gave my heart to NSU that lovely night in June
I ache for you my darling, and I hope you get well soon

My penile warts your herpes, my syphilitic sores
Your moenelial infetion, how I miss you more and more
Your dnob's itch my scrumpox, our lovely gonorrhoea
At least we both were lying when we said that we were clear
My heart is vert tender though the parts are awful raw
You might have been infected but you never were a bore
I'm dying of your love, my love, I'm your spirochaetal clown
I've left my body to science but I'm afraid they've turned it down

Our syphilic kisses sealed the secret of our tryst
You gave me scrotal pustules with a quick flick of your wrist
Your trichovaginitis sent shivers down my spine
I got snail tracks in my anus when you spirochaetes met mine

My clapped-out genitalia is not so bad for me
As the complete and utter failure every time I try to pee
My doctor says my buboes are the worst he's ever seen
My scrotum's painted orange and my balls are turning green

Gonoccalurethritis, streptocalbalinitis,
Meningo myelitis, diplococcal cephalitis,
Epididymitis interstitial keratitis,
Syphilitic choroiditis and anterior uveitis.

Tamerlane · Post by **Tamerlane** » Sun Aug 18, 2002 12:19 am

@DW LMAO

Thats an interesting selection of songs you have there

EDIT- Having just seen Holy Grail yesterday and being somewhat inpsired by your lurid songs. Here is a remarkebly less controversial one

Minstrel
Bravely bold Sir Robin
Brought forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh, brave Sir Robin!
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken!
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin.

His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
And his liver removed and his bowls unplugged,
And his nostrils raked and his bottom burnt off,
And his peni--

Sir Robin
That's...That's, uh... That's enough music for now, lads. It looks
like there's getting work afoot.

Voice Over
YES!! It was the dreaded Three Headed Knight, the fiercest
creature for *yards* around! For second.... after second..., Robin held his own, but the onslaught proved too much for the brave knight. Scarcely was his armor damp, when Robin suddenly, dramatically, changed his tactics!

Minstrel
Brave Sir Robin ran away.
Sir Robin
No!
Minstrel
Bravely ran away away....
Sir Robin
I didn't!
Minstrel
When Danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled
Sir Robin
No!!
Minstrel
Yes brave Sir Robin turned about.
And gallantly chickened out..
Bravely taking to his feet
For a very brave retreat

Bravely bravely bravely bravely
Sir Robin
I never did!
Minstrel
Bravely bravely brave Sir Robin!
Sir Robin
All lies!

dragon wench · Post by **dragon wench** » Sun Aug 18, 2002 12:31 am

Originally posted by Tamerlane
@DW LMAO

Thats an interesting selection of songs you have there

*grins* I couldn't resist...

Tamerlane · Post by **Tamerlane** » Sun Aug 18, 2002 12:39 am

Well thats the last that I'll ever cut and paste the words Minstrel and Sir Robin again. *Wipes sweat from brow*

Kameleon · Post by **Kameleon** » Sun Aug 18, 2002 2:32 am

DW, the fact that I actually read those songs through is a sign of just how masochistic I'm feeling this morning

Interesting. All I can say is that I hope you have a raging hangover for your crimes, even though you probably won't...

Bloodstalker · Post by **Bloodstalker** » Sun Aug 18, 2002 2:02 pm

Unholy Terror / Charism

W.A.S.P.

I was here when time began
I was in them all
A wicked one magician's hand
I am what john had saw
I'm a thing that lives and breathes
With slaves to worship me
There are many that are born of me
Anytime there are many mes

Crowned Messiah, I crucified him
Still you don't believe
I am King's I am Queens
unholy Terror's me
I'm the feces of the species
Still you're all in awe
I am something a prophet saw
Hister with a rise and fall

Obsessed with Lennon
Manifested marx
I am incest
In the hearts of dark

Riding on some atomic bomb
To blind you all to Kingdom come
I am- I am- I am- i am

I've a breath in the lives of men
With the lies I breath
No man's ever ruled the world
Not knowing the curse of me
I'm some of the seven sins
Vanity and the lust of men
I'm the Alfa-omega man
I'll show you who I am

Hypnotic charm, mesmerizing face
My soul has a dark embrace
A magic tounge I'll seduce you all
til I'm your King til you know my charisma

I'm a liar blinding your vision
vatican man
Preaching fear and using religion
With the bible and Koran

i wrap myself in the American flag
And tell the people I'm for which it stands
I'm coming back til you know I'm God
Til you believe, till you know my charisma

I'm a fear from a shadow land
I seduce you all
Here I come new messiah man
To bow to me make me your God

I got them all marching to the rythm
Believeing me, yeah their new religion
I'm a racist with a waving flag
Of domination with a facist plan

I'm gonna be the new world leader
I got a lot of 9 millimeter baby eaters
I'm coming back til you know I'm God
Til you believe til you know my charisma

Charisam- do you know my name
I'm the god that you pray
when you worship my name
Charisma- are you idolizing me
I'ma a dangerous thing
Your new messiah's me

@DW, you aout to drink more often.

humanflyz · Post by **humanflyz** » Sun Aug 18, 2002 4:14 pm

"Time" by Pink Floyd, this has recently been added into my list of favorite songs ever. I just love the lyrics to this song.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand 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.

So 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.

humanflyz · Post by **humanflyz** » Sun Aug 18, 2002 4:17 pm

Another Pink Floyd song, titled "Wish You Were Here"

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Ode to a Grasshopper · Mon Aug 19, 2002 2:17 am

@Humanflyz-Wish You Were Here is my favourite Pink Floyd song, so far it's been posted 4 times in this thread.

You know a song is good when...

@DW-How's the head feeling this morning?