Another great lyrics thread.........
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What's a little sin to see us through?
.............cos I can't be arsed to find the old one. I'll start with this:
Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be that you'll never see
The promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now
And forget all about the pressure of days
Do what I say and I'll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head
The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Drink up baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
Keep you apart, deep in my heart
Separate from the rest, where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
I'll probably have most of the songs off that album on here by the time I'm done
Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be that you'll never see
The promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now
And forget all about the pressure of days
Do what I say and I'll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head
The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Drink up baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
Keep you apart, deep in my heart
Separate from the rest, where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
I'll probably have most of the songs off that album on here by the time I'm done
Matt.
The opening few lines of the the first song, first single and title track off Jason Lytle 's new album - Yours Truly The Commuter - Perfect return
"Last thing I heard I was left for dead,
Well I could give two sh*ts about what they said,
I may be limping....But I'm coming home"
"Last thing I heard I was left for dead,
Well I could give two sh*ts about what they said,
I may be limping....But I'm coming home"
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What's a little sin to see us through?
A short delay,
The parrot blues
Little voices mimic you
It's not so hard to make that sound
So watch your back,
The Ides of March
Cut your hair like Joan of Arc
Disguise your will
They'll find you out
And when they do...
Look out
There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's gonna break your heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If I loved you, well that's my fault
A b*tch in heat,
The alpha male
Not something she'd ever tell
Except when she got deathly high
And out it came,
Like summer rain
Washed the cars and everything
Felt clean for just a little while
A telethon...
We drove down
The starving children they ain't got no mother
There's pink flamingos living in the mall
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
If somebody would just take my call
Take my call
Take my call
Hello,
Patterns in my mind now moving slow
Sorrow all across the surface roads
Smoothing out the edges of the stone
The lights are out, where'd everybody go?
Alone
Erase yourself and you'll be free
Mendula destroyed by the sea
All we are is colored sand
So pay to ride the ferris wheel
Smile, all that you can feel
Is gratitude for what has been
Cause it did not...
Happen
There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's gonna break my heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If you loved me, then that's your fault
There's money lenders inside the temple
This crystal city's gonna fall apart
When all their power turns into vapor
If I miss you well that's my fault
That's my fault
That's my fault
That's off Conor Oberst's solo album. Love it
The parrot blues
Little voices mimic you
It's not so hard to make that sound
So watch your back,
The Ides of March
Cut your hair like Joan of Arc
Disguise your will
They'll find you out
And when they do...
Look out
There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's gonna break your heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If I loved you, well that's my fault
A b*tch in heat,
The alpha male
Not something she'd ever tell
Except when she got deathly high
And out it came,
Like summer rain
Washed the cars and everything
Felt clean for just a little while
A telethon...
We drove down
The starving children they ain't got no mother
There's pink flamingos living in the mall
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
If somebody would just take my call
Take my call
Take my call
Hello,
Patterns in my mind now moving slow
Sorrow all across the surface roads
Smoothing out the edges of the stone
The lights are out, where'd everybody go?
Alone
Erase yourself and you'll be free
Mendula destroyed by the sea
All we are is colored sand
So pay to ride the ferris wheel
Smile, all that you can feel
Is gratitude for what has been
Cause it did not...
Happen
There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's gonna break my heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If you loved me, then that's your fault
There's money lenders inside the temple
This crystal city's gonna fall apart
When all their power turns into vapor
If I miss you well that's my fault
That's my fault
That's my fault
That's off Conor Oberst's solo album. Love it
What's a little sin to see us through?
Your vision's been blessed if I'm still fully dressed
but before you leave me, here's one last request -
no I don't care and no I don't mind
if you don't hear a word from this broke heart of mine,
but can I borrow your face just to unload my mind?
Now I know I'm pathetic, I'm the sage of absurd
and I won't violate you with touch but with words
Heard there's no need to ask, shut your mouth, raise a glass
but the youth that you drink to's already the past
and the boy on your arm girl, you know he won't last.
My Madonna's undressing, her robes are all torn
and I swear that she's calling my name
but for all her caresses my senses are worn
and sweet lady just don't taste the same.
I'll drink just to drive - if my love don't arrive
I don't want to survive, I don't want to survive
and all that I know is I smile just for show
and nobody's listening but everyone knows
so just sit back and watch while my memory corrodes.
My Madonna's undressing, her robes are all torn
and I swear that she's calling my name
but for all her caresses my senses are worn
and sweet lady just don't taste the same.
I curse my own comfort for the deaf and the blind
cos it's dark as a dungeon way down in my mind
and I wake on the floor with my country at war
and I wish I could care but my liver's too sore
and if liquor's a lover then I am a wh*re,
if liquor's a lover then I am a wh*re.
My Madonna's undressing, her robes are all torn
and I swear that she's calling my name
but for all her caresses my senses are worn
and sweet lady just don't taste the same.
Bit close to the bone sometimes, that one. It's My Madonna by Two Gallants, if anyone's interested
but before you leave me, here's one last request -
no I don't care and no I don't mind
if you don't hear a word from this broke heart of mine,
but can I borrow your face just to unload my mind?
Now I know I'm pathetic, I'm the sage of absurd
and I won't violate you with touch but with words
Heard there's no need to ask, shut your mouth, raise a glass
but the youth that you drink to's already the past
and the boy on your arm girl, you know he won't last.
My Madonna's undressing, her robes are all torn
and I swear that she's calling my name
but for all her caresses my senses are worn
and sweet lady just don't taste the same.
I'll drink just to drive - if my love don't arrive
I don't want to survive, I don't want to survive
and all that I know is I smile just for show
and nobody's listening but everyone knows
so just sit back and watch while my memory corrodes.
My Madonna's undressing, her robes are all torn
and I swear that she's calling my name
but for all her caresses my senses are worn
and sweet lady just don't taste the same.
I curse my own comfort for the deaf and the blind
cos it's dark as a dungeon way down in my mind
and I wake on the floor with my country at war
and I wish I could care but my liver's too sore
and if liquor's a lover then I am a wh*re,
if liquor's a lover then I am a wh*re.
My Madonna's undressing, her robes are all torn
and I swear that she's calling my name
but for all her caresses my senses are worn
and sweet lady just don't taste the same.
Bit close to the bone sometimes, that one. It's My Madonna by Two Gallants, if anyone's interested
Hope is important.
"Won't Want For Love" by The Decmeberists.
- Gentle leaves, gentle leaves
Please array a path for me
The woods are blowing thick and fast around
Columbine, Columbine
Please alert this love of mine
Let him know his Margaret comes along
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swaying
But I won't want for love
Mistlethrush, Mistlethrush
Lay me down in the underbrush
My naked feet grow weary with the dusk
Willow Boughs, Willow Boughs,
Make a bed to lay me down
Let your branches bow to cradle us
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swaying
But I won't want for love
Oh, my own true love
Oh, my own true love
Can you hear me, love?
Can you hear me, love?
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swaying
But I won't want for love
Won't want for love...
Won't want for love...
Won't want for love...
"There There" by Radiohead.
- In pitch dark,
I go walking in your landscape.
"Faster" by Manic Street Preachers.
- I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell
The first time you see yourself naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
He loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
Sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
Shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
"Mastermind" by The Divine Comedy.
- Every pupil in the classroom
Will answer the same if you ask them
Every mouth shout the message out as one
Every girl weeps like the willow
Every boy cries into his pillow
Every tear disappears in the morning sun
"Tonight We Fly" by The Divine Comedy.
- Tonight We Fly
Over the houses
The streets and the trees
Over the dogs down below
They'll bark at our shadows
As we float by on the breeze
Tonight we fly
Over the chimney tops
Skylights and slates -
Looking into all your lives
And wondering why
Happiness is so hard to find
Over the doctor, over the soldier
Over the farmer, over the poacher
Over the preacher, over the gambler
Over the teacher, over the rambler
Over the lawyer, over the dancer
Over the voyeur,over the builder and the destroyer,
Over the hills and far away
Tonight we fly
Over the mountains
The beach and the sea
Over the friends that we've known
And those that we now know
And those who we've yet to meet
And when we die
Oh, will we be
That disappointed
Or sad
If heaven doesn't exist
What will we have missed
This life is the best we've ever had
"Enemies/Friends" By Hope of the States.
- Lately in the hospitals
The halfway homes and choking jails
There's people on the mend again
With hope to carry on again
It makes me feel that something's right
For everyone who tries to fight
No politics or dirty tricks
All standing up and shouting out
All the money in the world won't save you
We're coming home
All the prisons that you build won't hold us
Just let us go
Then I found a broken heart
With dusty wheezing thing won't start
I'll fix it up and watch it grow
And send it to a happy home
It don't take much to raise a smile
To push yourself the extra mile
I'll stand with you when things go wrong
And lie and say it's not too long
All the money in the world won't save you
We're coming home
All the prisons that you build won't hold us
Just let us go
Come on people
Keep your friends close
Your enemies won't matter in the end
Come on people
Keep your friends close
Your enemies won't matter in the end
In the end
In the end.
- Gentle leaves, gentle leaves
Please array a path for me
The woods are blowing thick and fast around
Columbine, Columbine
Please alert this love of mine
Let him know his Margaret comes along
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swaying
But I won't want for love
Mistlethrush, Mistlethrush
Lay me down in the underbrush
My naked feet grow weary with the dusk
Willow Boughs, Willow Boughs,
Make a bed to lay me down
Let your branches bow to cradle us
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swaying
But I won't want for love
Oh, my own true love
Oh, my own true love
Can you hear me, love?
Can you hear me, love?
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swaying
But I won't want for love
Won't want for love...
Won't want for love...
Won't want for love...
"There There" by Radiohead.
- In pitch dark,
I go walking in your landscape.
"Faster" by Manic Street Preachers.
- I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell
The first time you see yourself naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
He loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
Sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
Shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
"Mastermind" by The Divine Comedy.
- Every pupil in the classroom
Will answer the same if you ask them
Every mouth shout the message out as one
Every girl weeps like the willow
Every boy cries into his pillow
Every tear disappears in the morning sun
"Tonight We Fly" by The Divine Comedy.
- Tonight We Fly
Over the houses
The streets and the trees
Over the dogs down below
They'll bark at our shadows
As we float by on the breeze
Tonight we fly
Over the chimney tops
Skylights and slates -
Looking into all your lives
And wondering why
Happiness is so hard to find
Over the doctor, over the soldier
Over the farmer, over the poacher
Over the preacher, over the gambler
Over the teacher, over the rambler
Over the lawyer, over the dancer
Over the voyeur,over the builder and the destroyer,
Over the hills and far away
Tonight we fly
Over the mountains
The beach and the sea
Over the friends that we've known
And those that we now know
And those who we've yet to meet
And when we die
Oh, will we be
That disappointed
Or sad
If heaven doesn't exist
What will we have missed
This life is the best we've ever had
"Enemies/Friends" By Hope of the States.
- Lately in the hospitals
The halfway homes and choking jails
There's people on the mend again
With hope to carry on again
It makes me feel that something's right
For everyone who tries to fight
No politics or dirty tricks
All standing up and shouting out
All the money in the world won't save you
We're coming home
All the prisons that you build won't hold us
Just let us go
Then I found a broken heart
With dusty wheezing thing won't start
I'll fix it up and watch it grow
And send it to a happy home
It don't take much to raise a smile
To push yourself the extra mile
I'll stand with you when things go wrong
And lie and say it's not too long
All the money in the world won't save you
We're coming home
All the prisons that you build won't hold us
Just let us go
Come on people
Keep your friends close
Your enemies won't matter in the end
Come on people
Keep your friends close
Your enemies won't matter in the end
In the end
In the end.
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What's a little sin to see us through?
Always had a roof above me
always paid the rent
I never set foor inside a tent
I can't build a fire to save my life
I lied about being the outdoor type.
I've never slept out underneath the stars
the closest that I came to that
was one time my car
broke down for an hour
in the suburbs at night
I lied about being the outdoor type
Too scared to let you know
you knew what you were looking for
I lied until I fit the bill
God bless the great indoors
I lied about being the outdoor type
never owned a sleeping bag
let alone a mountain bike.
I can't go away with you
on a rock-climbing weeked
what if something's on TV
and it's never shown again?
Just as well I'm not invited
I'm afraid of heights
I lied about being the outdoor type
Never learned to swim
can't grow a beard or even fight
I lied about being the outdoor type
Pure f*cking genius
always paid the rent
I never set foor inside a tent
I can't build a fire to save my life
I lied about being the outdoor type.
I've never slept out underneath the stars
the closest that I came to that
was one time my car
broke down for an hour
in the suburbs at night
I lied about being the outdoor type
Too scared to let you know
you knew what you were looking for
I lied until I fit the bill
God bless the great indoors
I lied about being the outdoor type
never owned a sleeping bag
let alone a mountain bike.
I can't go away with you
on a rock-climbing weeked
what if something's on TV
and it's never shown again?
Just as well I'm not invited
I'm afraid of heights
I lied about being the outdoor type
Never learned to swim
can't grow a beard or even fight
I lied about being the outdoor type
Pure f*cking genius
Rayanne Graff:
His name is George. Also, he started Spam.
Rayanne Graff:
i spoke to him a couple of times and that was in October of 2009.
the doc:
Wow, a proper old head
Rayanne Graff:
Yeah, he was the 15th person to join.
satansrubberduck:
I didn't directly start Spam. Also the proof of that long since disappeared.
Rayanne Graff:
No, it didn't; the Spam spam spam you made in 2002 is on page 105 of the Spam board.
satansrubberduck:
Oh. I looked for it years ago and couldn't find it. The colour tags are (thankfully) broken.
satansrubberduck:
Odd to think it's been over a decade since I first got involved with 'Zine.
Claire:
It's not odd to me since I've just had the exact same conversation with you...
I Cunt Spell:
YOU'RE ALL OLD
I Cunt Spell:
SO VERY VERY OLD
Captain Stupendo:
SRD made an appearence holy moly haven't seen him on here for years
Maeby:
JIM!
the doc:
Wow, event Starws isn't here tonight 
the doc:
Straws ^
the doc:
*whistles*
the doc:
Ah well, off I go as well then
Rayanne Graff:
Sorry, Stu; i was busy tidying things. xx
