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Favourite song lyrics

It's not my favourite song, but resonates with me well with the current situation I am in with a girl that is, in all likelihood, going to go bad.

"Why Does Love Got To Be So Sad?"

"Got to find me a way
To take me back to yesterday.
How can I ever hope to forget you?

Won't you show me a place
Where I can hide my lonely face?
I know you're going to break my heart if I let you.

[Chorus:]
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?

Like a moth to a flame,
Like a song without a name,
I've never been the same since I met you.

Like a bird on the wing,
I've got a brand new song to sing,
I can't keep from singing about you.

[Chorus]

I'm beginning to see
What a fool you've made of me.
I might have to break the law when I find you.

Stop running away;
I've got a better game to play,
You know I can't go on living without you.

[Chorus]"
 
Morrissey - Why Dont You Find Out For Yourself

Don't rake up my mistakes
I know exactly what they are
And ... what do YOU do ?
Well ... you just SIT THERE
I've been stabbed in the back
So many many times
I don't have any skin
But that's just the way it goes
 
i keep the bible in a pool of blood so that none of its lies can i infect me by slayer

or i could quote a lot of deicide stuff

or the whole of coma by guns n roses

See you've caught me in a coma
And I don't think I want to
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 the pressure
And I like it this way
But my body's calling, my body's calling
Want me to come back to this
World again

Suspended deep in a sea of black
I got the light at the end
I got the bones on the mast
Well, I've gone sailing, I've gone sailing
I could leave so easily
My friends are calling back to me
I said yeah,
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
Goddammit

Slippin' farther and 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

Please understand me
I'm climbin' through the wreckage
Of all my twisted dreams
And this cheap investigation
Just can't stifle all my screams
And I'm waiting
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 its 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

Live your life like it's a coma
Won't you tell me why we'd want to
With all the reasons you give
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
I got a one way ticket on your last chance ride
Got a one way ticket to your suicide
Got a one way ticket and there's no way out alive

And all this crass communication that has left you in the cold
Isn't much for consolation when you feel so weak and old
But if 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'll be down by the water
While you watch 'em wavin' goodbye

They'll be callin' in the morning
They'll be hanging on the phone
They'll be waitin' for an answer
But you know nobody's home
And when the bells stop ringing
It was nobody's fault but your own

There were always ample warning
There were always subtle signs
And you would have seen them coming
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

And it's so easy to be social
It's so easy to be cool
Yeah, its easy to get 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 those broken memories
That another man would need
Just to survive
 
Culture Shock - "Civilisation Street"

Here we are on, civilisation street
Where the neighbours never meet
And you have to be discreet
Don't ever talk to strangers
Even when they offer you sweets
Keep your mouth shut, keep your mouth shut
Keep your head down

Here we are in, civilisation town
Where shops are closing down
And the people rush around
No time to stop and talk
All the cops are going round
Keep your head down, keep your head down
Keep your mouth shut

Here we are in, civilisation city
Where the lights are oh so pretty
And the concrete smells of money
Laced with years of exploitation
Got no job (aw)
Got no job, oh what a pity
Uh uh oh

When the church is empty and the graveyard full
The skies are gray with chemicals
And all the books lie in the dust
The televisions now rust
Watch the people, wither away
Alone together, have a nice day, have a nice day, have a nice day, have a nice day,
Have a nice day, have a nice day, have a nice day, have a nice day now
Have a nice day!

On civilisation street the jigsaw's incomplete
We've got the whole world at our feet!
But we ruined all the good bits and cut down all the trees
And dumped the radiation into the deep blue sea

Got to have so much matter
Just to get from A to B
Just to move that little bit faster
Put our faith in luxury
Just to move that little bit closer
To the world on your tv

Any everyone needs more money, HA
Cos nothing makes ends meet
Cos time is money, time is money
And I haven't any time
On civilistaion street
Civilistaion...
Street
 
i keep the bible in a pool of blood so that none of its lies can i infect me by slayer

Hate to point out the obvious but have Slayer tried just not keeping a bible about? Works for me. It might be possible to keep one and simply not read it, too. Although I do find myself reading the Gideons in every hotel I stay in; but I manage to put it back in the drawer after a minute or two. Do they carry flasks of spare blood for when they're on tour? I suppose they've got a camper van. It would seem odd to outfit that with unwanted bibles requiring more slaughter and dubious health and safety practices, but I'm guessing Slayer spend or, at least, spent quite a lot of time on tour so it would seem strange to write lyrics about their rarely-visited fixed abodes. I'm back at "don't keep bibles" or maybe "just don't keep them in your campervan". Got their email address? Not that I want to make the suggestion, I want to send random verses to see how they cope with that. Laptop sealed in a tank of blood I imagine. It'll have those gloves taped on the side so they can work the keyboard, personally I find I keep hitting two keys at once. What am I saying, I'm sure they have a blood-proof fucking iPad, the cunts.

I suppose if anyone has photographic evidence of Slayer's campervan iPad blood tank it'll be you. I'm tacking this on the end here so it looks likes this was my "edit" and the rest came to me in an uninterrupted flow of creativity. Have a look at the edit text, it confirms it! I've even made edits to the main text quite a long time after and it still looks like this was my edit. I'm helping someone move house in a couple of hours, I do do other things, just in case you're wondering
 
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I want to send random verses to see how they cope with that. Laptop sealed in a tank of blood I imagine. It'll have those gloves taped on the side so they can work the keyboard, personally I find I keep hitting two keys at once. What am I saying, I'm sure they have a blood-proof fucking iPad, the cunts.

Made me LOL :)
 
why on earth did you not LOL at the bit before that? I thought the campervan stuff was quite good, campervans are funny just in themselves!

And yes I made it better in the last five minutes :D It didn't make much sense before, only just noticed that. Except I'm now thinking it would make complete sense for Slayer to write odes to their much loved and sorely missed homes. So scratch the bit about campervans. You were right!
 
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I am gross and perverted
Im obsessed and deranged
I have existed for years
But very little had changed
I am the tool of the government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you

I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away
I make you think Im delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin out
From your tv set

You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't go for help...no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold

That's right, folks..
Don't touch that dial

Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin along on your livinroom floor

I am the slime from your video
Cant stop the slime, people, lookit me go

Frank Zappa here is the way he sums up the media absolutely brilliant
 
and here he is on religion

Whoever we are, wherever we're from, we shoulda noticed by now our behaviour is dumb
And if our chances expect to improve it's gonna take a lot more than tryin' to remove the other race or the other whatever from the face of the planet altogether
They call it "The Earth" which is a dumb kinda name but they named it right 'cause we behave the same
We are dumb all over
Dumb all over, yes we are, dumb all over, near and far, dumb all over, black 'n white, people, we is not wrapped tight
And nerds on the left, nerds on the right
Religious fanatics on the air every night, sayin' the bible tells the story and makes the details sound real gory about what to do if the geeks over there don't believe in the book we got over here
You can't run a race without no feet
And pretty soon there won't be no street for dummies to jog on or doggies to dog on
Religious fanatics can make it be all gone
I mean it won't blow up and disappear, it'll just look ugly for a thousand years
You can't run a country by a book of religion
Not by a heap or a lump or a smidgeon of foolish rules of ancient date, designed to make you all feel great while you fold, spindle and mutilate those unbelievers from a neighbouring state
To arms, to arms
Hooray! That's great, two legs ain't bad
Unless there's a crate they ship the parts to mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (Get down)
Not his, not hers but what the hey
The good book says, "It's gotta be that way"
But their book says, "Revenge the crusades"
With whips 'n chains and hand grenades
Two arms, two arms
Have another and another
Our Cod says, "There ain't no other"
Our Cod says, "It's all ok"
Our god says "This is the way"
It says in the book, "Burn and destroy"
And repent and redeem and revenge and deploy and rumble thee forth to the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side
'Cause they don't go for what's in the book and that makes 'em bad
So verily we must choppeth them up and stompeth them down
Or rent a nice French bomb to poof them out of existence while leaving their real estate just where we need it to use again for temples in which to praise our god, 'cause he can really take care of business
And when his humble TV servant with humble white hair and humble glasses and a nice brown suit and maybe a blonde wife who takes phone calls, tells us our god says it's ok to do this stuff, then we gotta do it
'Cause if we don't do it we ain't "Gwine up to hebbin"
Depending on which book you're using at the time
Can't use theirs, it don't work, it's all lies, gotta use mine
Ain't that right?
That's what they say
Every night, everyday
Hey, we can't really be dumb if we're just following god's orders
Well let's get serious, god knows what he's doin'
He wrote this book here and the book says, "He made us all to be just like him"
So, if we're dumb, then god is dumb and maybe even a little ugly on the side
Dumb all over, a little ugly on the side
Dumb all over, a little ugly on the side
Dumb all over, a little ugly on the side
Dumb all over, a little ugly on the side
 
Hold on a minute I'm not finished! I just had a shower, and it occured to me in the shower that my Slayer thing could easily be a Miller and Webb sketch, and they'll probably steal it, bereft of quality ideas as they are. However it then occurred to me that I probably picked up their "take something seriously at random from popular culture, and milk it" modus operandum from watching one of their shows or even hearing them on the radio, so it's me that owes them. Well, I probably can't afford the fee. And talking of fees, I pay my TV licence fee every year, so I think I've earned the right to take your hit-or-miss post-modernist humour and exploit for all it's worth. Also that Webb who "quite likes capitalism" spends his days thinking up slightly funny sketches, it's an amusing pastime, he wouldn't like capitalism if he worked in an EDF fucking call centre now, would he?

If you do steal it, you'll just show up yourself up for being a druggy, so forget it.

right I'm finished.
 
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why on earth did you not LOL at the bit before that? I thought the campervan stuff was quite good, campervans are funny just in themselves!

And yes I made it better in the last five minutes :D It didn't make much sense before, only just noticed that. Except I'm now thinking it would make complete sense for Slayer to write odes to their much loved and sorely missed homes. So scratch the bit about campervans. You were right!
Campervans raised a smirk, that snippet did make me lol..
 
@Knock I enjoyed your Slayer posts very much, made me laugh and a bit of wee nearly came out of my withered penis.
 
Only part of the song I like but so true.


Under the bridge downtown
Is where I drew some blood
Under the bridge
I could not get enough
Under the bridge
Forgot about my love
Under the bridge
I gave my life away (yeah yeah yeah)
Ooh no (no no yeah yeah)
Here I stay yeah yeah
 
Hate to point out the obvious but have Slayer tried just not keeping a bible about? Works for me. It might be possible to keep one and simply not read it, too. Although I do find myself reading the Gideons in every hotel I stay in; but I manage to put it back in the drawer after a minute or two. Do they carry flasks of spare blood for when they're on tour? I suppose they've got a camper van. It would seem odd to outfit that with unwanted bibles requiring more slaughter and dubious health and safety practices, but I'm guessing Slayer spend or, at least, spent quite a lot of time on tour so it would seem strange to write lyrics about their rarely-visited fixed abodes. I'm back at "don't keep bibles" or maybe "just don't keep them in your campervan". Got their email address? Not that I want to make the suggestion, I want to send random verses to see how they cope with that. Laptop sealed in a tank of blood I imagine. It'll have those gloves taped on the side so they can work the keyboard, personally I find I keep hitting two keys at once. What am I saying, I'm sure they have a blood-proof fucking iPad, the cunts.

I suppose if anyone has photographic evidence of Slayer's campervan iPad blood tank it'll be you. I'm tacking this on the end here so it looks likes this was my "edit" and the rest came to me in an uninterrupted flow of creativity. Have a look at the edit text, it confirms it! I've even made edits to the main text quite a long time after and it still looks like this was my edit. I'm helping someone move house in a couple of hours, I do do other things, just in case you're wondering


OK not sure how to react to that :) or :(


Thou Begone deicide
I curse the air you breathe
All men of the cloth
What was will never be
Your cause is lost

Faith put to death
Civil unrest
Gospel of pain
Burning the cross
The good book is tossed
Destroy thy name

Trinity bleed
Squandered in greed
God in his grave

Disposed humanity
Decrepit and defaced
Inferior and weak
The light you seek

Heaven deceased
Dead in belief
Disgraced and maimed

Church of disgust
Turn into rust
Converts refrain

Master of none
Religion done
Scripture erased

Thou begone
Unbelieved
Left for dead
Thou begone
Reckoning
No moral compass left
Echoing - Undermined
God the son
Horrified
Slave to a tragedy
Suffer in agony
Die!

Slave to thee
Under us
Thou begone
Philistine
Efface of empty threats
Cowering
Undivine
God the son
Holy calamity
Death to hypocrisy
Die!
 
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