the infamous lyrics thread

[jackassrock]

Exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers,
Jewels cleaving skin between
Breasts.

Your cadillac breathes four hundred horses
Over blue lines,
You are going to Reseda
To make love to a model from ohio
Whose real name you dont know.

You spin,
Like the cadillac was overturning down a cliff on television.
And the radio is on,
And the radioman is speaking,
And the radioman says,
Women were a curse.
So men built paramount studios,
And men built columbia studios,
And men built Los angeles.

It is 5 am
And you are listening
To los angeles

And the radioman says it is a beautiful night out there!
And the radioman says Rock and Roll lives!
And the radioman says it is a beautiful night out there in Los Angeles
You live in Los Angeles
And you are going to Reseda;
We are all in some way or another
going to Reseda someday to die.
And the radioman laughs because the radioman fucks a model too.

Gone savage, for teenagers with
automatic weapons and boundless love.
Gone savage for teenagers who are
aesthetically pleasing,
In other words fly.
Los angeles beckons the teenagers
To come to her on buses,
Los angeles loves, Love.

It is 5 am
And you are listening
To los angeles

I am going to Los Angeles
To built a screenplay about lovers who murder each other.
I am going to Los Angeles
To see my own name on a screen,
five feet long and luminous
As the radioman says it is 5 am
And the sun has charred the other side of the world,
and come back to us,
And painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet.

It is 5 am
And you are listening
To los angeles.

You are listening.
You are listening.
You are listening.
You are listening.

[ALMOSTsaved]

Originally posted by Ally_Kat
this song rocks cuz my nickname is in it

Run to the Hills
Harris

White man came across the sea
Brought us pain and misery
Killed our tribes killed our creed
Took our game for his own need

We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack

Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives

Soldier blue on the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whisky and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills run for your lives
(repeat to end)

So is it cool if I call you "Soldier blue"?

[mako_kimura]

The Reincarnation Of Benjamin Breeg

Let me tell you 'bout my life,
Let me tell you 'bout my dreams,
Let me tell you 'bout the things that happen, always real to me.

Let me tell you of my hope, of my need to reach the sky,
Let me take you on an awkward journey, let me tell you why.
Let me tell you why

Why should these curses be laid upon me?
I won't be forgiven 'til I can break free
What did I do to deserve all this guilt?
Paid for my sins, for the sale of my soul.

Demons are trapped all inside my head,
My hopes have gone, I reach for heaven from hell,
My sins are many, my guilt is too heavy,
The pressure of knowing of having what I know

I'm able to see things, things I don't want to see,
The lives of a thousand souls weigh heavy down on me

I know they're crying for help reaching out
The burden of them will take me down as well
The sin of a thousand souls not died in vain
Reincarnates to let me live again

Someone to save me,
Something to save me from myself
To bring salvation
To exorcise this hell

Someone to save me,
Something to save me from myself
To bring salvation
To exorcise this hell

SOLO

Someone to save me
Something to save me from my hell
Our destination
Away from this nightmare

Someone to save me
Something to save me from myself
To bring salvation
To exorcise this hell

[rustoffa]

Grate thread. It's not too late! Tomorrow night! Live @ the rain-soaked drive in!

BLUE OYSTER CULT!!!

With satan's hog no pig at all, and the weather getting dry
We'll head south from altamont in a cold blooded travelled trance
So clear the road my bully boys and let some thunder pass
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives,
We're transmaniacon MC

Behind the pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that child
Whose name resounds forever, whose name resounds on terror
And I'm no fool to call that hog, cause man I remember
Those who did resign their souls
To transmaniacon MC

And surely we did offer up behind that stage at dawn
Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine
Pure nectar of antipathy behind that stage at dawn
To those who would resign their souls
To transmaniacon MC

Cry the cable, cry the word, unknown terror's here
And won't you try this tasty snack, behind the scenes or but the back
Which was the stage at altamont, my humble boys of listless power:
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives
We're transmaniacon MC

[FORD]

In the summer that I was baptized
my father held me to his side
As they put me to the water
he said how on that day I cried
We were prisoners of love, a love in chains
He was standin' in the door I was standin' in the rain
With the same hot blood burning in our veins
Adam raised a Cain

All of the old faces
ask you why you're back
They fit you with position
and the keys to your daddy's Cadillac
In the darkness of your room
your mother calls you by your true name
You remember the faces, the places, the names
You know it's never over it's relentless as the rain
Adam raised a Cain

In the Bible Cain slew Abel
and East of Eden he was cast
You're born into this life paying
for the sins of somebody else's past
Daddy worked his whole life for nothing but the pain
Now he walks these empty rooms looking for something to blame
You inherit the sins, you inherit the flames
Adam raised a Cain

Lost but not forgotten, from the dark heart of a dream
Adam raised a Cain

[FORD]

Time to resurrect this thread from the dead...... with one of the all time greats, Mr. Cash.........

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

[Coyote]

Lennon, anyone?

We don't care what flag you're waving
We don't even want to know your name
We don't care where you're from or where you're going
All we know is that you came
You're making all our desicions
We have just one request of you
That while you're thinking things over
Here's something you just better do

Free the people now
Do it do it do it now

Well we were caught with our hands in the air
Don't desapir paranoia is everywhere
We can shake it with love when we're scared
So let's shout it aloud like a prayer

We understand your paranoia
But we don't want to play your game
You think you're cool and know what you are doing
666 is your name
So while you're jerking off each other
You better bear this thought in mind
Your time is up you better know it
But maybe you don't read the signs

Well you were caught with your hands in the kill
And you still got to swallow your pill
As you slip and you slide down the hill
On the blood of the people you killed

Stop the killing now
Do it do it do it now
Bring on the Lucie

[CSM]

Pm Dawn: If You Never Say Goodbye

Legs of a calf, head of a man
Eyes on the camera shaking everyones hand
Vultures circle, and smack their lips
Sky goes black as the lightning rips
Stars are mute, moon without pity
As waves of blood roll over the city
Its not a rehearsal, or special effects
Its the end of the story, its what happens next

And I say (and I say)
Its coming any second
And I say, and I say
In the blink of an eye
And I say (and I say)
With a bang and a whimper
And I say its okay
If you never say goodbye

Song of a child, song of a beast
As it slouches and slithers
Away from the feast
I dreamt a dream, but what could it mean
Angels in love devoured by greed
All the people danced, tore at their clothes
The sky grew fire, and the oceans froze
It isnt a fable; it wasnt a hoax
Seventeen devils thinking up jokes

(chorus)

I saw a chapel made of gold
The aisle was so blue and the air was so cold
Terrible sound on a microphone
As the rats kept rhythm on chicken bones

People wept, swallowed their jewels
Entered like soldiers, departing as fools
It isnt incentive, its not a reward
Its a black parachute with a noose for a cord

(chorus)

[GreenBayLA]

Monster Magnet
Baby Gotterdamerung

I read a book today
It made me think of the life I led
It seemed so far away, but then I wouldn't call it dead
I see a name or two and the ghosts just start to roll
I had 'em locked away
It seems they've cut their own parole

Now face the music, son
Some people live to remember when
But you're no storage space
You've lived a dozen lives since then
So what would Modok do if his memory got too full?
He'd find a powersource and then he'd pick what plugs to pull

I looked in the mirror and somebody blew up
I turned on my TV and somebody blew up
I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
I learned how to live true and somebody blew up

My brain was still today
Just taking a little death
Just like the doctors say:
I never get that kind of rest
The movie's on again
They got me nullifying ghosts
I'm better dead than red
I guess I'll never get off the boat

I looked in the mirror and somebody blew up
I turned on my tv and somebody blew up
I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
I learned how to live true and somebody blew up