Thread: Quality Lyrics

A place to lay down those legendary lyrics from the tunes of life.

I'll kick this useless thread off with a solid lyric I was just reminded of.

"Killing people is fun - specially when I n'ave fe use me gun"

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.

Originally Posted by withnallstoke

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.

can't be beat....

Originally Posted by Pound Hound

Originally Posted by withnallstoke

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.

can't be beat....

Have you heard the Easy star all stars version of this ? All reggaed up quite good .

^The thread is honoured Sir - a truly legendary lyrical assortment.

If you feel like you wanna make love under the stars
above
Love on, love on
If theres something you wanna say, and talkin is the
only way
Rap on, oh, rap on
Cause whatever you do, oh, youve got to do your thing


If you feel like you wanna scream cause thats your way
of lettin off
steam Scream on, scream on If you feel like you wanna
sing cause singing
is your thing Sing on, sing on If you wanna make love
all night and you
feel its right Right on, right on Cause whatever you
do, oh, youve got
to do your thing Do your thing...

Isaac Hayes - do your thing

Originally Posted by withnallstoke

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.

COPYRIGHT
All the lyrics are copyrighted, (i.e. I OWN THEM)
E.G. ©1985 gives the date the song was (probably) written.
This is required by law, to stop people from 'stealing' the songs.
This red tape has cost a fortune, and who wants to steal this
steaming pile of badgershit? Elton Bastard John? Paver-fucking Rotty?
George Cunting Pissing Arsing Buggering Popadopalous Michael?

WOMEN
These tend to have slim waists and sticky-out chests.
They nag alot, shouldn't be allowed to vote, drive, or breed.

^^Abstract and excellent - good work fella.

Originally Posted by Albert Shagnastier

Isaac Hayes - do your thing

Eye Zacc Haze is a poof.

We stood in the windy city
The gypsy boy and I
We slept on the breeze in the midnight
With the rain droppin' tears in our eyes
And who's going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say, "I'm too young
For I'm going to try for the sun"
We huddled in a derelict building
And when he thought I was asleep
He laid his poor coat round my shoulder
And shivered there beside me in a heap
And who's going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say, "I'm too young
For I'm going to try for the sun"
We sang and cracked the sky with laughter
Our breath turned to mist in the cold
Our years put together counted thirty
But our eyes told the dawn that we were old
And who's going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say, "I'm too young
For I'm going to try for the sun"
Mirror, mirror, hanging in the sky
Won't you look down what's happening here below?
I stand here singing to the flowers
So very few people really know
And who's going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say, "I'm too young
For I'm going to try for the sun"

Read more: Donovan - To Try For The Sun Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Donovan? You getting all romantic on us? What next? Jennifer Juniper?

Originally Posted by patsycat

Donovan? You getting all romantic on us?

You is my Jeepster.




You're so sweet
You're so fine
I want you all and everything
Just to be mine

'Cos you're my baby
'Cos you're my love
Girl I'm just a Jeepster
For you love

You slide so good
With bones so fair
You've got the universe
Reclining in your hair

Just like a car
You're pleasing to behold
I'll call you Jaguar
If I may be so bold

The wild winds blow
Upon your frozen cheeks
The way you flip your hip
It always makes me weak

Your motivation
Is so sweet
Your vibrations
Are burning up my feet

Girl I'm just a jeepster
For your love
Girl I'm just a vampire
For your love

I'm gonna suck you.

Whoa, Black Betty (bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (bam-ba-lam)
Black Betty had a child (bam-ba-lam)
The damn thing gone wild (bam-ba-lam)
She said "I'm worryin' outta mind" (bam-ba-lam)
The damn thing gone blind (bam-ba-lam)
I said Oh, Black Betty (bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (bam-ba-lam)
Oh, Black Betty (bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (bam-ba-lam)
She really gets me high (bam-ba-lam)
You know that's no lie (bam-ba-lam)
She's so rock steady (bam-ba-lam)
And she's always ready (bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (bam-ba-lam)
She's from Birmingham (bam-ba-lam)
Way down in Alabam' (bam-ba-lam)
Well, she's shakin' that thing (bam-ba-lam)
Boy, she makes me sing (bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, Black Betty
BAM-BA-LAM

Read more: Ram Jam - Black Betty Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Albie, the bestest ever music lyriist that walked this planet is Roger Waters and you have posted some on this thread.

Religion and sex are power plays
Manipulate the people for the money they pay
Selling skin, selling God
The numbers look the same on their credit cards
Politicians say no to drugs
While we pay for wars in South America

Fighting fire with empty words
While the banks get fat
And the poor stay poor
And the rich get rich
And the cops get paid
To look away
As the one percent rules America

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
I can ease your pain
And 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 smoke 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 pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
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 smoke 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
And I have become
Comfortably numb.

I'm just wild about Safron,
Safron's wild about me....

Marjorine, where have you been?
Did you meet the queen, Marjorine?
Let me know. Why did you go?
Why don't you show, Marjorine?
Oh, down by the sea, searchin' for me, Marjorine.
I want you back, but you will not get in the sack, no!
Each I go to town I see your face in a crowd and,
when I come back home, I call your name aloud.

Marjorine, life is too short.
You'll just get caught, Marjorine.
Hard to find. What's on your mind?
Won't be unkind, Marjorine.
Oh, clouds start to form, keeping you warm, Marjorine.
Life can be clean. Where have you been, oh, Marjorine?

I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me...

Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....

Spread the legs with the otha hand she threw her kitty then I sprayed jizm like graffiti on her titty

Who's that comedian that does a sketch about how people sing the wrong lyrics to songs? Really funny.

Originally Posted by patsycat

Who's that comedian that does a sketch about how people sing the wrong lyrics to songs? Really funny.

Peter Kay

ime not talking about moving in
and i don't want to change your life
but there's a warm wind blowing the stars around
and ide really like to see you tonight