Another great lyrics thread.........

Untouchable Face by Ani Difranco


think I'm going for a walk now
I feel a little unsteady
I don't want nobody to follow me
'cept maybe you
I could make you happy you know
if you weren't already
I could do a lot of things
and I do

tell you the truth I prefer
the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she's not really my type
but I think you two are forever
and I hate to say it but
you're perfect together

so f*ck you
and your untouchable face
and f*ck you
for existing in the first place
and who am I
that I should be vying for your touch?
and who am I?
I bet you can't even tell me that much

two-thirty in the morning
and my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
a safe haven of sleepless
where the deep fryer's always on
radio is counting down
the top 20 country songs
and out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
y'know, I don't look forward
to seeing you again soon
you'll look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
and I won't know what to do
and I won't know what to say

except f*ck you...

I see you and I'm so perplexed
what was I thinking
what will I think of next
where can I hide
in the back room there's a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on it swings
gently side to side
there's a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
I see Orion and say nothing
the only thing I can think of saying

is f*ck you...

"Death of a Supernaturalist" by The Divine Comedy.

See my solitude, where once was truth now only doubt,
Touch my tortured skin, torn from within and from without,
Kiss my blistered lips, my fingertips frost-bitten and grey,
Heal my wound within, and watch the dead skin fall away.

See what can't be seen, between the table and the chair,
Touch what can't be touched, The National Trust don't own the air,
Kiss what can't be kissed, this is the risk we have to take,
Heal what can't be healed, and feel the dead skin fall away.

Only you and I know exactly how it feels,
To unblinker a narrow mind,
And by doing so reveal the obscurity of life,
The intensity of dreams,
Only you and I have realised exactly what it means.

See the infant sun, whose time has come to climb the mist,
Touch the autumn sky, burned by the supernaturalist,
Kiss the purest lips, the morning slips into the day,
Rising from the bed, we feel our dead skin fall away.

Rose-tinted view
And satellites that compromise the truth
But I wanted more
With the cuts and the bruises
Touch my face
A hopeless embrace

Faith, it drives me away
But it turns me on
Like a strangers love
It rockets through the universe
It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse
And we too could be
Glorious

I need to believe
But I still want more
With the cuts and the bruises
Don't close the door
On what you adore

Faith, it drives me away
But it turns me on
Like a strangers love
It rockets through the universe
It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse
and we too could be
Glorious

Well, that's just nitpicking isn't it?

Personally, I walk the line.

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine,
I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine,
I walk the line

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I've known proves that it's right
Because you're mine,
I walk the line

You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine,
I walk the line

Yard Trip#7

Yard trip number seven
Is the one that they painted on the lawn
If we load it up into this gun
Soon it'll all be gone

Quarter to eleven
On the day of my birth
In the desert wind
I will have a grin that might
Shatter the earth

Woah, woah, woah, woah (woe)

There's three short ways to live again
Crumble like paper upon my skin
They all tell you to try
But you're gonna cry
When no one cares where you been

Couple days of driving
In circles, I'd rather spin
We got eight more lives
And two more tries
And six ways for tripping me out

Yard trip number seven
Is the one they tried to steal from heaven
And if we load it up into this gun
soon it'll all be gone

That song makes me want to get f*cking mollered. Link

now that its june, we’ll sleep out in the garden
and if it rains, we’ll just sink in to the mud
where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is
and there's no clocks or phones to wake us up
because i have learned that nothing is as pressing
as the one who is pressing would like you to believe
and i'm content to walk a little slower
because there's nowhere that i really need to be
and i find that life is easier when it's just a blur
with no details to confuse who or what or where i was
so when the ending comes the full regret will seem obscure
but these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold
and this apartment could not be prettier as we danced up there alone
this tv is old, the color is f*cked, do you see the
difference in the shades?
but the green is still close to green, my love
and i believe we are the same
and we’ll stay like this, all gold and green
the light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen
and if you close your eyes
we will always be the way we were that night
you crawled inside of me
and you slept in my blood the way you sleep now
the quietest hush has consumed this house
and when the doctors have gone and you sweat through the bed
with the pictures and the pills they piled around your head
just rest now, and in a moment you will know everything
was it all a dream?
it’s too vague now to recount.
an outline of the one you loved in a life that was that not longer will be stands above you as you sleep.

F*cking love that, especially the bits in bold