Favorite(s) Song Lyrics

“The Advent of Panurge”- Gentle Giant (album: “Octopus”)

There coming over Charaton Bridge
Look do you see the man who is poor
but rich.
What do you wish; and where do you go;
who are you; where are you from:
Will you tell me your name?
Rest awhile; call me your friend.
Please stay with me I’d like to help.
Then he said,
How can I speak when I’m dry and my
throat is burning. So bring me aid
and I’ll answer your doubts.
Friend in need I’d like your help
Please take me home I’ll stay with you.
Then he said fair Pantagruel
My name is Panurge and I have come
from Hell.
Look at my friend
Look all around you
Look at my friend
Take all round you.
Hey, Friend
(Improvised foreign words in middle
section)
So brotherhood was made as their bond
Carried him home and provide for his
needs
and his shelter; this day was done
as no other the like.
Faithfully their vow was made and from
that day they were as one.

“Time to Kill”- Gentle Giant (album: “Free Hand”)

Rests where he’s staying, nowhere he knows,
A place where nobody cares where he’s straying or where he goes.
To find no-one in particular, footloose, adventure still,
No thoughts for reasons, he does all he’s doing
Has time to kill and still he’s killing the time.

Sundowner, drifting from place to place,
Where all he needs is the shelter from seasons he was to face,
No bounds or duties are his, never seeking to find an end.
For life goes on being life, time and fortune he needs no
Friends and yet he’s killing the time.

Where does he come from what did he do,
You know the answers are his hopes and promises nothing new
With no regrets he goes on doing nothing.
Himself alone, but still he finds all the time isn’t wasted,
His life his own and yet he’s killing the time.

And with no questions then he finds his way
Tomorrow never dawn only today.
Content within his time just drifts away
He finds his way
He finds his way

“Sabotage” - Beastie Boys (album: “Ill Communication”)

I can’t stand it I know you planned it
But I’m gonna set it straight, this Watergate
I can’t stand rockin’ when I’m in here
Cause your crystal ball ain’t so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fuckin’ thorn in my side
Oh my God, it’s a mirage
I’m tellin’ y’all it’s sabotage

So listen up ‘cause you can’t say nothin’
You’ll shut me down with a push of your button?
But yo, I’m out, and I’m gone
I’ll tell you now I keep it on and on

Cause what you see you might not get
And we can’t bet so don’t you get souped yet
Scheming on a thing that’s a mirage
I’m trying to tell you now it’s sabotage

Why; our backs are now against the wall
Listen all y’all it’s sabotage

I can’t stand it, I know you planned it
But I’m gonna set it straight, this Watergate
I can’t stand rockin’ when I’m in this place
Because I feel disgrace because you’re all in my face
But make no mistakes and switch up my channel
I’m buddy rich when I fly off the handle
What could it be, it’s a mirage
You’re scheming on a thing; that’s sabotage

…I did it with a wiffle-ball bat

…sooooooooo…

[take it, Zen]

(Slash / Rose) G’n’R

Hey you caught me in a coma
And I don’t think I wanna
Ever come back to this…world again
Kinda like it in a coma
‘Cause no one’s ever gonna
Oh, make me come back to this…world again
Now I feel as if I’m floating away
I can’t feel all the pressure
And I like it this way
But my body’s callin’
My body’s callin’
Won’t ya come back to this…world again
Suspended deep in a sea of black
I’ve got the light at the end
I’ve got the bones on the mast
Well I’ve gone sailin’, I’ve gone sailin’
I could leave so easily
While friends are calling back to me
I said they’re
They’re leaving it all up to me
When all I needed was clarity
And someone to tell me
What the fuck is going on
Goddamn it!

Slippin’ farther an farther away
It’s a miracle how long we can stay
In a world our minds created
In a world that’s full of shit

Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Bastard

Please understand me
I’m climbin’ through the wreckage
Of all my twisted dreams
But this cheap investigation just can’t
stifle all my screams
And I’m waitin’ at the crossroads
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
Where are you

No one’s gonna bother me anymore
No one’s gonna mess with my head no more
I can’t understand what all the fightin’s for
But it’s so nice here down off the shore
I wish you could see this
'Cause there’s nothing to see
It’s peaceful here and it’s fine with me
Not like the world where I used to live
I never really wanted to live

Zap him again
Zap the son of a bitch again

Ya live your life like it’s a coma
So won’t you tell me why we’d wanna
With all the reasons you give it’s
It’s kinda hard to believe
But who am I to tell you that I’ve seen
any reason why you should stay
Maybe we’d be better off without you anyway

You got a one way ticket
On your last chance ride
Gotta one way ticket
To your suicide
Gotta one way ticket
An there’s no way out alive
An all this crass communication
That has left you in the cold
Isn’t much for consolation
When you feel so weak and old
But is home is where the heart is
Then there’s stories to be told
No you don’t need a doctor
No one else can heal your soul

Got your mind in submission
Got your life on the line
But nobody pulled the trigger
They just stepped aside
They be down by the water
While you watch ‘em waving goodbye
They be callin’ in the morning
They be hangin’ on the phone
They be waiting for an answer
When you know nobody’s home
And when the bell’s stopped ringing
It was nobody’s fault but your own
There were always ample warnings
There were always subtle signs
And you would have seen it comin’
But we gave you too much time
And when you said that no one’s listening
Why’d your best friend drop a dime
Sometimes we get so tired of waiting
For a way to spend our time
An “It’s so easy” to be social
“It’s so easy” to be cool
Yeah it’s easy to be hungry
When you ain’t got shit to lose
And I wish that I could help you
With what you hope to find
But I’m still out here waiting
Watching reruns of my life
When you reach the point of breaking
Know it’s gonna take some time
To heal the broken memories
That another man would need
Just to survive :evilfun:

all the leaves are brown
and the sky is grey
I’ve been for a walk
on a winter’s day

I’d be safe and warm
if I was in L.A
California Dreamin’
on such a winter’s day

stopped into a church
I passed along the way
well, I got down on my knees
and I began to pray

you know the preacher likes the cold
he knows I’m gonna stay
California Dreamin’
on such a winter’s day

all the leaves are brown
and the sky is grey
I’ve been for a walk
on a winter’s day

if I didn’t tell her
I could leave today
California Dreamin’
on such a winter’s day

Baz Luhrmann - Everybody Is Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ?9…

Wear Sunscreen

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas
the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience
I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand
the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years
youll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you cant grasp now how
much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
Youre not as fat as you imagine.

Dont worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying
is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your
worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Dont be reckless with other peoples hearts, dont put up with people who
are reckless with yours.

Floss

Dont waste your time on jealousy; sometimes youre ahead, sometimes youre behind
the race is long, and in the end, its only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing
this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Dont feel guilty if you dont know what you want to do with your life
the most interesting people I know didnt know at 22 what they wanted to do with
their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds know still dont.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, youll miss them when theyre gone.

Maybe youll marry, maybe you wont, maybe youll have children,
maybe you wont, maybe youll divorce at 40, maybe youll dance the funky chicken
on your 75th wedding anniversary.
What ever you do, dont congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either
your choices are half chance, so are everybody elses. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can dont be afraid of it, or what other people think of it,
its the greatest instrument youll ever own…

Danceeven if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you dont follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when theyll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and
the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get,
the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander,
you too will get old, and when you do youll fantasize that when you were
young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their
elders.

Respect your elders.

Dont expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Dont mess too much with your hair, or by the time its 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past
from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling
it for more than its worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

Madonna “Papa Don’t preach”

Papa I know you’re going to be upset
'Cause I was always your little girl
But you should know by now
I’m not a baby

You always taught me right from wrong
I need your help, daddy please be strong
I may be young at heart
But I know what I’m saying

The one you warned me all about
The one you said I could do without
We’re in an awful mess, and I don’t mean maybe - please

Chorus:

Papa don’t preach, I’m in trouble deep
Papa don’t preach, I’ve been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I’m keeping my baby, oh
I’m gonna keep my baby, mmm…

He says that he’s going to marry me
We can raise a little family
Maybe we’ll be all right
It’s a sacrifice

But my friends keep telling me to give it up
Saying I’m too young, I ought to live it up
What I need right now is some good advice, please

(chorus)

Daddy, daddy if you could only see
Just how good he’s been treating me
You’d give us your blessing right now
'Cause we are in love, we are in love, so please

(chorus)

Papa don’t preach, I’m in trouble deep
Papa don’t preach, I’ve been losing sleep
(repeat)

Oh, I’m gonna keep my baby, ooh
Don’t you stop loving me daddy
I know, I’m keeping my baby
End

gonna keep my baby.

“The Construction of Light” - King Crimson (album: “The Construction of Light”)

Pain day sky beauty die black joy
Love empty day life die pain passion
Joy black day hate beauty die life
Joy ache empty day pain die love
Passion joy black night

And if God is dead what am I
A fleck of dirt on the wing of a fly
Hurtling to earth
Through a hole in the sky

And if Warhol’s a genius what am I
A speck of lint on the penis of an alien
Buried in gelatin
Beneath the sands of Venus

Time sun hurt trust peace dark rage
Sad white rain sun anger hurt soft
Trust night rage rain white hope dark
Sacred sun time trust hurt rage anger
Rain white light

And if a bird can speak who once was a dinosaur
And a dog can dream should it be implausible
That man might supervise the construction of light
The construction of light

Pain day sky beauty black die joy
Love empty time sun hurt trust peace
Dark rage sad white rain hate anger
Hope sacred passion life night ache soft

Light

The Beatles
“I am the Walrus”

I am he
as you are he
as you are me
and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun,
see how they fly.
I’m crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob.

Mister city policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like lucy in the sky, see how they run.
I’m crying, I’m crying.
I’m crying, I’m crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog’s eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob.

Sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don’t come, you get a tan
From standing in the english rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob.

Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don’t you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I’m crying.

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower.
Elementary penguin singing hari krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking edgar allan poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob.
Goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob g’goo.

(Everybody oohm-pah! Everbody oohm-pah!)

some brilliant lyrics, hilarious i might add, even if i have already posted my favourite

I’m an Alchemist baby
I can turn heavy metal … into gold
I can make unstable compounds of mercury explode
I can make you glow
I can make you phosphoresce
I can burst your bubble
I can make you effervesce

Science tells you love
Is just a chemical reaction in the brain
Let me be your bunsen burner baby
Let me be your naked flame

You’re going to turn bright red
When I do my litmus test on you
Acid it was, acid it is
And what acid was true
Check out what’s in the test tube baby
You’re my little pipette
The favourite piece of apparatus
In my chemistry set

Science tells you love
Is just a chemical reaction in the brain
Let me be your bunsen burner baby
Let me be your naked flame

You’re the kind of carbon I can date
You’re the element that makes me passionate
There’s a chemistry experiment
I want to try in my brain
So come close to the Bunsen Burner
Feel the Heat of the naked flame

Take a litle walk to the edge of town. Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires
Hey man, you know you’re never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks.
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand

He’ll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you’ve been a good boy
He’ll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy
He’ll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you’re never ever coming back
He’s a god, he’s a man, he’s a ghost, he’s a guru
They’re whispering his name through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

You ain’t got no money? He’ll get you some
You ain’t got no car? He’ll get you one
You ain’t got no self-respect, you feel like an insect
Well don’t you worry buddy, Cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio, and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand

You’ll see him in your nightmares, you’ll see him in your dreams
He’ll appear out of nowhere but he ain’t what he seems
You’ll see him in your head, on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I’m warning you to turn it off
He’s a ghost, he’s a god, he’s a man, he’s a guru
You’re one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Hey Jude dont make it bad
take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
and then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude dont be afraid
you were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
then you begin to make it better
And anytime you feel the pain hey jude refrain
dont carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that its a fool who plays it cool
by making his world a little colder
Da da da da da Da da da da

Hey Jude dont let me down
You have found her now go and get her
Remember to let her into you heart
then you can start to make it better

So let it out and let it in hey Jude begin
your waiting for someone to perform with
And dont you know that its just you hey jude you’ll do
The movement you need is on your shoulders
Da da da da da da da da da

Hey Jude dont make it bad
take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
and then you’ll begin to make it better

Na na na na na na na
Na na na na
Hey Jude

Hurt, Nine Inch Nails

i hurt myself today
to see if i still feel
i focus on the pain
the only thing that’s real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but i remember everything

what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt

i wear this crown of shit
upon my liar’s chair
full of broken thoughts
i cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
i am still right here

what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt

if i could start again
a million miles away
i would keep myself
i would find a way

“Bleach Boys”
by The Dead Milkmen
from Beelzebubba
(c) 1988

I’ve got some buddies and we all drink bleach
you know we practice what we preach
We’re not a drunken bunch of frat boys drunk on beer
or a stoned bunch of hippies with no careers
I wanna drink bleach with a Georgia Peach

My pals and I all drink Clorox
or eat Snowy bleach right out of the box
Teenage suicide rate shot high and we
understand the reason why
Bleach does more than whiten socks

Don’t you wanna hang out with the bleach boys baby
in a land where ministers murder golf pros?
Don’t you wanna drink some bleach tonight?

Maybe there’ll be a party at the beach
We’ll bitch about life and chug-a-lug bleach
No ones getting high and no one’s getting drunk
we got a case of bleach stashed in the trunk.
I wanna die with clorox within reach.

I’m very proud of the respect I’ve earned
and my voice is very deep 'cause my throat got burned.
Bleach keeps you young so I’ve been told
'cause no one who drinks it lives to be old
Drink it with a chaser is the first thing I learned.
Don’t you wanna hang out with the bleach boys baby
in a land where midgets run for mayor?
Don’t you wanna drink some bleach tonight?

I had 26 friends in the beginning
but now it seems our numbers are thinning
Some people drive fast others love to bet
still others snort coke in a private jet.
But drinking bleach is my way of winning.

(Bad guitar solo)

I’m so bored I’m drinking bleach (x472)

-Imp

Band: One Minute Silence Album: Buy now… saved later.

Words
Life - They fought and fell and died and never came home
Words - For words they fought and words they fell and words alone
War - I tried to see it your way, tried to see it your way, but words fail me
Life - Above all else if nothing else, I can’t see my way again, I can’t see my way again

So here we are
Dawn of a new day
Fuck how it looks
Fuck yesterday
I’m not saying forget
That’s not what I’m saying
That’s not what I’m saying
You make me feel like I’m nothing
But that’s life
Yeah, that’s life
50 million
A small price for freedom
My freedom
Fuck freedom if I’m not alive to live it
I’ll fight for it
I won’t kill or die for it
This is a rich man’s world
Let the rich man fry for it

Strange - On no man’s land for no man’s land how brave how grand how very dead indeed
Hope - How many more if any more how many roads before the hand we hold is free
War - I’ve tried to see it your way, tried to see it your way, reasoned but with reasoning life only echoes mine
Life - Above all else if nothing else, I can’t see my way again, I can’t see my way again

So here we are
Dawn of a new day
Fuck how it looks
Fuck yesterday
I’m not saying forget
That’s not what I’m saying
That’s not what I’m saying
You make me feel like I’m nothing
But that’s life
Yeah, that’s life
50 million
A small price for freedom
My freedom
Fuck freedom if I’m not alive to live it
I’ll fight for it
I won’t kill or die for it
This is a rich man’s world
Let the rich man fry for it

Peace - They fought and fell and died and never came home
Words - For words they fell and words they fought and words alone
I’ve tried to see it your way I’ve tried to see it your way
Words fool me
Words fail me

Nirvana : Heart Shaped box

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back

Hey
Wait
I’ve got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hate
Haight
I’ve got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey
Wait
I’ve got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel’s hair and baby’s breath
Broken hymen of your highness I’m left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can
Climb right back

Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person?
And the subtle way that they do these things, and it hurts so much…
So much it’s like choking down the embers of a great blaze
It’s the moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
And to scream confessions at the insipid skyparting clouds…
You let this one person come down on the most perfect moment
And it breaks my heart to know
The only reason you are here now is a reminder
Of what I’ll never have… I’ll never have… I’ll never…
Standing so close, knowing that it kills me to breathe you in
Standing so close, knowing that it kills me to breathe you in
But this table for one has become bearable
I now take comfort in this
And for this, I cherish you

Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person?
And the subtle way that they do these things, and it hurts so much…
So much it’s like choking down the embers of a great blaze
It’s the moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
And to scream confessions at the insipid skyparting clouds…
You let this one person come down… come down…
I cherish you
I cherish you
Just say you would do the same for me

Just say you would do the same for me
Just say you would do the same…
Just say you would do the same for me
For as much as I love autumn, I’m giving myself to ashes.

                    -From Autumn to Ashes--> Short Stories With Tragic Endings

[u][i][b]311 - Silver

Music: Mahoney/Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez [/b][/i][/u]

[b]Don’t fear mere words cuz if it takes a word ruin ya
You should have already hard you’re finished through and soon ya
See that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious
Much worse could come of that so much more delicious
To the dastardly bastardly plans of little mice and men
Ugly rears its head and speaks from now and then
People love to disagree so avoid the endless bout make no attempt
To try and suss the stupid out
But of the racist institutions simple minds belong
Not happy just being human, no wish to get along
Little people need exclusions sucker groups to throng
It makes them feel special it makes them feel strong
Now I got a click but it’s more like a family
Not an ethnic trip more like an ethic see
I write the rhyme today tell it to you later
Whether were coming in wack or what it’s a waste to be a hater

Graffiti bombs-from the palms-love is so strong
Can’t be stopped too long
For the night it will come
Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar
Ghetto cool Oh well
Now you feel the spell
The color rocks the bell
The king of swing rise to the top
The rhythm possessed in ya and it don’t stop
The mise is broken, The demon locin’
Dropping the bomb and all that is left is the smokin’
Cloakin’ chokin; the lyrics are spoken
Infrared vision scopin’ condition
Now breakin’ 'em all to pieces like a sly rap bandit
Witha fly Lu-Kang kick in Mortal Combat and I land it
So get your own back when I jam it cold and
Hearing about you rhyme style been outmoded
The dopest flow upon the planet
Dope is the word the bro throw up on the down low goddammit

You juice your fucking friends like Dracula
But when we kick you out you’re just brokula
You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell
Called all your relatives and your friends in Hell
Now let me tell you something you fucking piece of shit
You’ll never have no money, now tell me was it worth it?
You leave a trail of lies that’s why you keep moving
We won’t come after you we’d only end up provin
In the end revenge send ends to the defendant
I know that statement’s true I wear it like a pendant
I know you’ll hear this song so I think it’s funny
The name is TERRANCE HENRY theif of trust and money.

Like Captain Picard we come hard in light years
Our star has long bust but now reappears
In your sky at night rising and immense
Yes you see ourselves in the shine of it
And so passing under the dome of the great sky
Beware we are the stars holmes that you ruled by
Where death reborn into the world is a gift
So the future with no voice of its own will uplift

All is gone
All is calm y’all

Set wrecked in L.A.
In the Wetlands of New York
Atlanta and Phoenix
Portland, Lincoln and N.O.
[/b]

Frank Zappa, Muffin Man

(amusingly overly articulate narrator voice)The muffin man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the Utility Muffin
Research kitchen… reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers an
intimate quantity of dried muffin remnAnts and, brushing his scapular aside, procceds to dump these inside of his shirt…
He turns to us and speaks:

(psychotic monotone voice)Some people like cupcakes better. I for one care less for them!

Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing
Anointment utensil he poots forths a quarter-ounce green rosette (bursts into laughter) lets try that again. he poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin of his own design.
Later he says:

Some people… some people like cupcakes exclusively, while myself, I say there is naught, nor ought there be nothing so exalted on the face of god’s grey Earth as that prince of foods… the muffin!

Jethro Tull, Thick as a Brick (whod have thought i like JT lyrics??)

Really don’t mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper – your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I can’t make you think.
Your sperm’s in the gutter – your love’s in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

…So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won’t you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super crooks
And show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament. won’t you?
Join your local government.
We’ll have superman for president
Let robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are –
And take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

DMX- Bitches Bitches What Uh

Bitches Bitches Uh
Come on
What!

Yeah bitches they be uh! come on!
What!