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Ok I just figured we could all share our favorite song lyrics and why we like 'em. So let's get it started!!!

"Want to be a winner, want to be the man.
Want to drive yourself insane,
Join up with the band
Want to fall in love, want to make your mark
Want to get out in the storm, want to break
A thousand hearts"
- PROBOT's "Shake Your Blood"

These lyrics really caught me the first time I heard 'em. They kind of represent how I live my life. You know live life to the fullest type of attitude. Kick Ass, Take names and Rule the World. That's kind of how I live my life. I'm very aggressive when it comes to things I want.

"There are no flowers, no not this time
There'll be no angels gracing the lines
Just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak
I'd share with you could I only speak
Just how much this hurts me."
- AFI's "This Time Imperfect"

I liked these lyrics written by Davey Havoc. They just seemed to have a very poetic quality about them. They sound better when they are sung but hey whatever works. :)

So, let's hear it. What song lyrics float your boat?
 

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What's with these homies dissin' my girl?
Why do they gotta front?
What'd we ever do to these guys
That they've been so violent?

Ooh ooh, but you know I'm yours.
Ooh ooh, and I know you're mine.
Ooh ooh, and thats for all of time (thats for all of time)

Oooo eee ooo I look just like buddy holly..
Uh-oh and you're mary tyler moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
No I don't care 'bout that


-weezer, buddy holly =w=

also,

Why can't we not be sober?

-Tool, sober
 

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David Allen Coe - You Never Even Call Me By My Name

It was all that I could do to keep from cryin'
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
You don't have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore.
Even though your on my fightin' side.

CHORUS
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain.
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name.

I've heard my name a few times in your phone book
I've seen it on signs where I've laid
But the only time I know, I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final judgement day.

CHORUS...

Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
and he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him back a letter and told him it was NOT the perfect
country and western song because he hadn't said anything about
Momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk.
Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent
it to me and after reading it, I realized that my friend had written
the perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include it
on this album. The last verse goes like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train.

CHORUS:

So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain. No,
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name.
 

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Another favorite of mine:

Descendents - Clean Sheets

Clean sheets mean a lot to a guy who sleeps on the floor
I wanted your love, and a shelf in your dresser drawer
you tucked me in, stopped my tossing and turning
But I turned back the covers and saw those sheets are dirty

Even though you'll never come clean
you know it's true
Those sheets are dirty
And so are you

The warmth of a bed to a guy who sleeps on the floor
Was enough to perpetuate all the lies I heard before
I wanted to hold you, I'll hold my pillow instead
Cause my pillow will never lie or be with a stranger in my bed

Where's the love I was looking for
It's out the door
I'm afraid to see you anymore
so it's back on the floor
Cause those sheets are dirty

Woke up this morning alone on the floor
Thinking about those clean sheets and the way it was before
When I looked in the mirror, I saw your face and thought of the past
But now I know how dirty you are, I took my fist and smashed the glass

Those sheets are dirty
Those sheets are dirty
Those sheets are dirty
 

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Misfits - SKULLS

The corpses all hang headless and limp
Bodies with no surprises
And the blood drains down like devil's rain
We'll bathe tonight

I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls

Demon I am and face I peel
To see your skin turned inside out, 'cause
Gotta have you on my wall
Gotta have you on my wall, 'cause

I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls

Go

Collect the heads of little girls and
Put 'em on my wall
Hack the heads off little girls and
Put 'em on my wall

Oh oh

I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls

I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls

Whoa
 

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Blinded by the Light
Manfred Mann's Earth Band


Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night

Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground

But she was...
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night

Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong, play the song with the funky break"
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Asked me if I needed a ride

But she was...
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

She got down but she never got tired
She's gonna make it through the night
She's gonna make it through the night

------ guitar solo ------

But mama, that's where the fun is
But mama, that's where the fun is
Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun
But mama, that's where the fun is

Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
Says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner, watching the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone, reminding him of romance
The calliope crashed to the ground

But she was...
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night

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{the following two sections are sung simultaneously}

1) ~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
~ Blinded by the light

2) ~ Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
~ In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
~ With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round
~ With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground
~ Now Scott with a slingshot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
~ And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy's within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band
~ Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
~ She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong"
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She got down but she never got tired
She's gonna make it through the night
 

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And probably my favorite of all time!!!


Snoop Doggy Dogg - Gin And Juice

With so much drama in the LBC it's kinda hard bein' Snoop D O double G
But I somehow, some way, keep comin' up with funky-ass shit like every
single day
May I kick a little somethin' for the G's and make a few billions as I
breeze through
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't
home.
I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on
And they Ain't leavin' till 6 in the morning
So whatcha wanna do?
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my home boys do too
So turn off the lights and close the door
But for what--we don't love you hoes
Yeahhh so we gonna smoke an oucne to this
G's up hoes down while ya mother****as bounce to this.

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody's got their cup but the ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit happens all the time
You gotta get yours before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you're listening to the D O G
I got to cultivate the music that be captivating
Who listens to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And to mackin' this bitch named Sadi
She used to be the home boys' lady
{ah that bitch}
80 degress when I tell that bitch please
At ease
As I rhyme with the dog pound feel the breeze
bizatch
As I'm

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang
And a fat-ass Jake of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit--this ain't no dope-- I have to back up off of it and sit my cup
down
*** my chronic, yeah I'm ****ed up now
But it ain't no stoppin'
I'm still droppin'
Dre gots the bitchs from the city of Compton
To serve me--not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nut

Don't get upset girl that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes--I'm out the door
And I'll be...

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Biyatch--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Biyatch--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
 

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Hey MattR, How about this David Allen Coe song: "If That Ain't Country"

The old man was covered with tattoos and scars
He got some in prison and others in bars
The rest he got workin on old junk cars
In the daytime

He drank Pearl in a can and Jack Daniels Black
He chewed tobacco from a Mail Pouch sack
He had an old dog that was trained to attack
Sometimes

Skip ahead

Momma sells eggs at the grocery store
My older sisters a first rate whore
Pa says she can't come home no more
And he means it

Refrain

If that ain't country
Little hair lip folk
If that ain't country
It's a damn good joke

I seen the grand ole opry
And I met Johnny Cash
And if that ain't country
You can kiss my ass
 

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GOtta love DAC


Brad Paisley
The Cigar Song

Well I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars
The problem is I can't afford 'em
But last year I went and got myself a whole box
And just to be safe I insured 'em

I took out a policy against fire and theft
And then I hurried home
With a thirty-cent lighter I sat on my back steps
And I smoked 'em one by one

Two weeks later I went to see that insurance man
And I handed in my claim
With a straight face I told him that through a series of small fires
They'd all gone up in flames

They reviewed my case and they had no choice
But to pay me for what I'd done
And I took that check and bought a whole new box
And I smoked 'em one by one

Two weeks later this detective shows up
Tells me that company's pressin' charges
One speedy trial later they locked me up
On twenty-four separate counts of arson

And now I sit and I stare at a blank brick wall
Lookin' back on what I've done
To pass the time I've got some ten-cent cigars
And I smoke 'em one by one
Yeah, I smoke 'em one by one
 

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"Better things are bound to happen. All my dues surely must be paid."
Bad Company from the song "Ready for love."

That's exactly how it feels sometimes. Good stuff.

SB
 

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David Allen Coe has some pretty unique songs. Itty bitty titties is another favorite of mine.
 

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Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. you’re gonna go far, fly high,
You’re never gonna die, you’re gonna make it if you try;they’re gonna love you.

-Have a cigar by Pink Floyd
 

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Uniputt said:
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. you're gonna go far, fly high,
You're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try;they're gonna love you.

-Have a cigar by Pink Floyd
You know what that song is really about, don't you??
 

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This is one of the funniest songs I've heard or read ... by one of our very own BOTL's. Now just picture MocoBird singing to Mr. Hat... :r

Come and listen to a story about a man named Kansashat.
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fat,
Then one day the crew was look’in down,
And up through the ground came a bubblin brown.

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

Well the first thing you know ole Kansashat a hundredaire,
Kinfolk said " Kansashat move away from there"
Said "Californy is the place you ought to be"
So they loaded up the truck and moved in with Mo and his new kitty.


Thanks MocoBird, I got a good laugh from this song.
 

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Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smokes on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

O.K.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smokes on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb. :w
 

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All this and no Dylan??



Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
 

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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
 
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