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The Lyric Chain

Started by Vita Curator, September 28, 2006, 06:09:15 PM

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Sibling Chatty

Hey, not to nag or anything, but can we have title, artist, source, something on these entries, please? My curiosity is piqued and I'm too tired to do a lot of googling. :pokestick:
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Swatopluk

That was Sailor Moon (don't know, if there is any connection to that dreadful manga/anime series)
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Slit Your Own Throat*
Artist(Band):The Used

I gotta take this moment
Just to put you down
Spin you around with my foot on the back of you head
Up on the curb with the pressure on your teeth
Not gonna take this
Not gonna take this

I watched the rain make a puddle to get you soaked
The swollen words they crack coming out of your throat
Making time for the shadow believer
Not gonna take this
Not gonna take this

I swear your head is bigger than than us all
Getting bigger
Go slit your own throat
Slit your own throat
You're more turned on than anyone could be by yourself
Go slit your own throat
Slit your own throat

Just like a tick like an itch in the back of your throat
You missed the beat while they're hanging on every note
You're gonna choke cause you swallowed a problem
Not gonna take this
Not gonna take this

I see the flood see the terror that gets you soaked
These kind of thoughts that you bleed I fuckin already wrote
its tragic times for the shadow believer
Not gonna take this
Not gonna take this


I swear your head is bigger than than us all
Getting bigger
Go slit your own throat
Slit your own throat
You're more turned on than anyone could be by yourself
Go slit your own throat
Slit your own throat

{whispers}
I gotta take this moment
Just to put you down
Spin you around with my foot on the back of you head
Up on the curb with the pressure on your teeth
Not gonna take this
Not gonna take this

I watched the rain make a puddle to get you soaked
The swollen words they crack coming out of your throat
Making time for the shadow believer
Not gonna take this
Not gonna take this
Not gonna take this

I swear your head is bigger than than us all
Getting bigger
Go slit your own throat
Slit your own throat
You're more turned on than anyone could be by yourself

Go slit your own throat
Slit your own throat
Go slit your own throat
Slit your own throat
Go slit your own throat
Slit your own throat
Go slit your own throat
Slit your own throat

Not gonna take this
Not gonna take this
Not gunna take this
Not gunna take this

*This is not meant as a commentary on anything. I just googled "throat"& "lyrics" cause that was one of the first nouns in the previous song
Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

beagle

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon


Pink Floyd - Brain Damage
The angels have the phone box




Aphos

I have this feeling that my luck is none too good
This sword here at my side don't act the way it should
Keeps calling me its master, but I feel like its slave
Hauling me faster and faster to an early, early grave
And it howls, it howls like hell

I'm told it's my duty to fight against the law
That wizardry's my trade and I was born to wade through gore
I just want to be a lover, not a red-eyed screaming ghoul
I wish it'd picked another to be its killing tool

Black blade! Black blade!
Forged a billion years ago
Black blade! Black blade!
Killing so its power can grow

Black Blade - Blue Oyster Cult
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Sibling Chatty

(Chorus)
Wade in the water.
Wade in the water, children.
Wade in the water.
God's gonna trouble the water.

Well, who are these children all dressed in red?
God's a-gonna trouble the water
Must be the children that Moses led
God's a-gonna trouble the water.

Chorus

Who's that young girl dressed in white
Wade in the Water
Must be the Children of Israelites
God's gonna trouble the Water.

Chorus

Jordan's water is chilly and cold.
God's gonna trouble the water.
It chills the body, but not the soul.
God's gonna trouble the water.

Chorus

If you get there before I do.
God's gonna trouble the water.
Tell all of my friends I'm coming too.
God's gonna trouble the water.

Traditional gospel/folk song, once used as instructions for escaping slaves. Recorded by Bob Dylan, Eva Cassidy, Mary Mary and others. Lyrics may vary due to oral tradition, but the Wade in the Water chorus is unchanged.
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Aphos

When youre weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;
Im on your side. when times get rough
And friends just cant be found,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.

When youre down and out,
When youre on the street,
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you.
Ill take your part.
When darkness comes
And pains is all around,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.

Sail on silvergirl,
Sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.
See how they shine.
If you need a friend
Im sailing right behind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.

Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon and Garfunkel
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Swatopluk

This little light of mine
I'm going to let it shine
Oh, this little light of mine
I'm going to let it shine
Hallelujah
This little light of mine
I'm going to let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine
Ev'ry where I go
I'm going to let it shine
Oh, ev'ry where I go
I'm going to let it shine
Hallelujah
Ev'ry where I go
I'm going to let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine
All in my house
I'm going to let it shine
Oh, all in my house
I'm going to let it shine
Hallelujah
All in my house
I'm going to let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine
I'm not going to make it shine
I'm just going to let it shine
I'm not going to make it shine
I'm just going to let it shine
Hallelujah
I'm not going to make it shine
I'm just going to let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine
Out in the dark
I'm going to let it shine
Oh, out in the dark
I'm going to let it shine
Hallelujah
Out in the dark
I'm going to let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine

Gospel/spiritual, don't know whether author is known
Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Sibling Chatty

AH, the slightly demented Southern Baptist children's version has some much more fun verses, like

Hide it under a bushel <basket is inferred> NO!! I'm gonna let it shine
or
Won't let Satan blow it out, I'm gonna let it shine
and
Shine all over ____ town, yadda yadda...Let it shine 'til Jesus comes, ditto, ditto...

Of course, the more popular verses had hand motions...'hiding' the light (The upraised right index finger) under a cupped hand, the flinging that hand off HIGH and shouting NO, and substituting a puffing-at sound/motion for the word blow. As ever, the little light/right hand index finger is held aloft and circled about at shoulder level, in about a 6-8 inch diameter light-shining motion.

It's a sight to behold...earnest, grubby little faces shining all over everywhere. Damn scary is what it is!

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OK, back to the game...


Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah


Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah


You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah


I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah


Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah
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Aphos

I'm just and ageing drummer boy
And in the wars I used to play
And I've called the tune
To many a torture session
Now they say I am a war criminal
And I'm fading away
Father please hear my confession

I have legalised robbery
Called it a belief
I have run with the money
And hid like a theif
I have re-written history
With my armies and my crooks
Invented memories
I did burn all the books
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong

The Man's Too Strong - Dire Straits
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Sibling Zono (anon1mat0)

The Police/Sting - History will teach us nothing

If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past
Security in human systems were told will always always last
Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast
Without a breath of real freedom were getting nowhere fast

If God is dead and an actor plays his part
His words of fear will find their way to a place in your heart
Without the voice of reason every faith is its own curse
Without freedom from the past things can only get worse

Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away

History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing

Our written history is a catalogue of crime
The sordid and the powerful, the architects of time
The mother of invention, the oppression of the mild
The constant fear of scarcity, aggression as its child

Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later

Convince an enemy, convince him that hes wrong
Is to win a bloodless battle where victory is long
A simple act of faith
In reason over might
To blow up his children will only prove him right
History will teach us nothing

Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away

History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing

Know you human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Sibling Zono(trichia Capensis) aka anon1mat0 aka Nicolás.

PPPP: Politicians are Parasitic, Predatory and Perverse.

Aphos

In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too

How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the President
There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie that we don't believe anymore
Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if the Russians love their children too

Russians - Sting
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Sibling Chatty

Heigh ho, do you know
The names of the U.S. residents
Who then became the presidents
And got a view from the White House loo
Of Pennsylvania Avenue?

George Washington was the first, you see
He once chopped down a cherry tree
President number two would be
John Adams and then number three

Tom Jefferson stayed up to write
The Declaration late at night
So he and his wife had a great big fight
And she made him sleep on the couch all night

James Madison never had a son
And he fought the War of 1812
James Monroe's colossal nose
Was bigger than Pinocchio's

John Quincy Adams was number six
And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicks
So Jackson learns to play politics
Next time he's the one that the country picks

Martin Van Buren, number eight
For a one-term shot as Chief of State
William Harrison, how do you praise?
That guy was dead in thirty days

John Tyler, he liked country folk
And after him came President Polk
Zachary Taylor liked to smoke
His breath killed friends whenever he spoke

Eighteen fifty, really nifty
Millard Fillmore's in
Young and fierce was Franklin Pierce
The man without a chin

Follows next a period spannin'
Four long years with James Buchanan
Then the South starts shootin' cannon
And we've got a civil war
A war, a war down south in Dixie

Up to bat comes old Abe Lincoln
There's a guy who's really thinkin'
Kept the United States from shrinkin'
Saved the ship of state from sinkin'

Andrew Johnson's next
He had some slight defects
Congress each
Would impeach
And so the country now elects

Ulysses Simpson Grant
Who would scream and rave and rant
While drinking whiskey
Although risky
'Cause he'd spill it on his pants

It's eighteen seventy-seven
And the Democrats would gloat
But they're all amazed when Rutherford Hayes
Wins by just one vote

James Garfield, someone really hated
'Cause he was assassinated
Chester Arthur gets instated
Four years later, he was traded

For Grover Cleveland, really fat
Elected twice as a Democrat
Then Benjamin Harrison; after that
It's William McKinley up to bat

Teddy Roosevelt charged up San Juan Hill
And President Taft, he got the bill
In 1913 Woodrow
Wil...
...son takes us into World War One

Warren Harding next in line
It's Calvin Coolidge; he does fine
And then in nineteen twenty-nine
The market crashes, and we find

It's Herbert Hoover's big debut
He gets the blame and loses to
Franklin Roosevelt, president who
Helped us win in World War Two

Harry Truman, weird little human
Serves two terms and when he's done
It's Eisenhower who's got the power
From fifty-three to sixty-one

John Kennedy had Camelot
Then Lyndon Johnson took his spot
Richard Nixon, he gets caught
And Gerald Ford fell down a lot

*John F. Kennedy, he gets shot
* So Lyndon Johnson takes his spot
*  Richard Nixon, he gets caught
* And Gerald Ford fell down a lot

Jimmy Carter liked campaign trips
And Ronald Reagan's speeches' scripts
All came from famous movie clips
And President Bush said "read my lips"

Now in Washington D.C.
There's Democrats and the G.O.P.
But the ones in charge are plain to see
The Clintons, Bill and Hillary

The next President to lead the way
Well, it just might be yourself one day
Then the press'll distort everything you say
So jump in your plane and fly away

Animaniacs - THE PRESIDENTS SONG
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Aphos

Look to the sky, way up on high
There in the night stars are now right.
Eons have passed: now then at last
Prison walls break, Old Ones awake!
They will return: mankind will learn
New kinds of fear when they are here.
They will reclaim all in their name;
Hopes turn to black when they come back.
Ignorant fools, mankind now rules
Where they ruled then: it's theirs again

Stars brightly burning, boiling and churning
Bode a returning season of doom

Scary scary scary scary solstice
Very very very scary solstice

Up from the sea, from underground
Down from the sky, they're all around
They will return: mankind will learn
New kinds of fear when they are here

Look to the sky, way up on high
There in the night stars are now right.
Eons have passed: now then at last
Prison walls break, Old Ones awake!
Madness will reign, terror and pain
Woes without end where they extend.
Ignorant fools, mankind now rules
Where they ruled then: it's theirs again

Stars brightly burning, boiling and churning
Bode a returning season of doom

Scary scary scary scary solstice
Very very very scary solstice

Up from the sea, from underground
Down from the sky, they're all around.

Fear

(Look to the sky, way up on high
There in the night stars now are right)

They will return.

"The Carol of the Old Ones"
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Sibling Chatty

Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building
down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed
and torn
Why - why - why
Love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're
cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more
chance
Why can't we give love
Cause love's such an old fashioned word
and love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure

Queen/David Bowie--Under Pressure
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Aphos

I got a dirty, dirty feelin'
That I just can't shake
Yeah my brain keeps burnin'
And my body just aches

I know a woman's body
Is only flesh and bone
A woman's body is
Only flesh and bone

How come I can't let go?
I'm between two worlds
I said oh yeah, I'm out of my mind
I'm between two worlds

There's a lot of people talkin'
'Bout the danger zone
There's adventure novels
'Bout takin' to the road

I know a woman's body
Is only flesh and bone
How come I can't let go
I'm between two worlds

BETWEEN TWO WORLDS - Tom Petty
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--