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posted on Jan, 6 2006 @ 07:20 AM
This is one of the best songs ever writin when you understand why he wrote it. This song was writtin about Maynard's (singer) mother who was a very religiouse person. She ended up dying of cancer, after loseing all use of her body, but she still belived in God, so this was his reaction to religion. Such a emotional song, sang by such a good singer.

You're such an inspiration for the ways that I will never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you how your savior has abandoned you

F*ck your god
Your lord, your christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, never stray, never
Taste of the fruit
Never thought to question why

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you

He did it all for you

Oh so many ways for me to show you how your dogma has abandoned you

To your christ, to your god
Never taste of the fruit
Never stray, never break, never
Choke on a lie
Even though he's the one who
Did this to you
Never thought to question why

Not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side
Talk to Jesus Christ as if He knows the reasons why
He did it all for you

He did it all for you

He did it all for you

posted on Jan, 14 2006 @ 06:50 PM
As a smoker, this is one of my very favourite tracks:

'Steamship or a diesel-train of tar and poison gas;
It's comin' your way, your lungs turn grey;
Lookin' at me, but whatcha gonna say?
There's a price to pay, 'cause I'm here to stay,
So don't start thinkin' nothin';
I might not have a dime to speak of,
but the Man he gave me somethin';

Just move over, you're a Second-hand Smoker;
I'm the real "McCoy", call me a first-class choker;
Hide your baby, she might get cancer,
If she plays with me she'll die much faster;

Your "little-league champ" of a kid might say: 'I think he's kinda cool'
But you shut him up quick with a smack and a kick;
Too bad for the kid that his dad's a dick;
You smelled like "Brut" when you left the house;
Now your clothes are smellin' like my mouth;
Your anniversary could've been divine;
No thanks to me, Yo! Better luck next time;

(Repeat chorus)

So, you don't mind? Can I be polite?
You know, maybe it's not so bad;
Suck one of these, and you might find,
the best friend a man ever had;
So, you think you might complain to the manager,
you better just keep your place;
Unless you'd like my loaded ashtray
flying at your face...B!+ch!'

(Repeat chorus twice- End)

- 'Second Hand Smoker' The Moistboyz

[edit on 14-1-2006 by Beelzebubba]

posted on Jan, 14 2006 @ 08:49 PM
Arlo Guthrie,
"Coming into Los Angeles"

Coming into Los Angeles,
bringin in a couple of keys.
Don't touch my bags if you please,
mister customs man.......

Check out also "The significance of the pickle"

posted on Jan, 14 2006 @ 09:49 PM
As a poor, uneducated, country boy this is also one of my favourites:

Home town girls ain't comin'
to the square dance anymore
Day by day and more and more,
they go struttin' out the door
They all got cars and big careers
and they never stay at home
These modern girls are killin' me, that's why I'm so alone
Got big ol' arms and a pack of smokes,
and a shoulder made to size
For a pretty little girl with a face like yours,
and big ol' baby eyes
Why ya gotta get with politics and usin' all you brains
Just stay at home and fetch the beer,
so I can watch the game

Little girl, I wanna be a big man
Bein' what a man was made to be
There ain't no city s**t that can do for you
What you can do for me

Jolie said that we'd get married, right on Christmas day
But some big s**t from San Francisco carried her away
In a little sports car with tinted glass,
said "made in Germany"
I don't see what's so special, that I ain't got in me
My Chevy barrels over all the mud you'd want to see
Got multi-colored flannel shirts,
you might wanna press for me
Jolie what's your reasonin' to up and fly away
Got more of what a woman needs for rollin' in the hay

(Repeat Chorus)

Frenchmen ain't no good for you,
they never seem to bathe
Their smelly food and wino drool
just don't make the grade
Goin' off to college ain't gonna do you any good
I'll mend the fence and mow the lawn,
just like I said I would
I'll saddle up the horses and even take the time
To say hello to your weirdo friends
who ain't no friends of mine
So if you ever want me I'll be standin' in the weeds
I'm American made and Duty-free
and that's all a woman needs

(Repeat Chorus- End)

"American Made and Duty-free" - The Moistboyz

posted on Jan, 14 2006 @ 10:51 PM
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away,
only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out,
there may be dogs about!
I've looked over Jordan and I have seen
things are not what they seem

What do you get for pretending the danger's not real?
Meek and obedient, you follow the leader
down well-trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream

Bleating and babbling, we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
and do as you're told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old

--Pink Floyd, Sheep

posted on Jan, 14 2006 @ 11:10 PM
This song was written in the 70's, by a bloke called John Schuman and performed by him in a band called "Redgum". It became a national hit espcecially among Veterans almost imediately. It is still performed today whenever Vietnam Vets get together for a concert. Royalties from sales were donated to the Vietnam Veterans Association of Australia.
Just a few things that may help you understand the lyrics better.
Puckapunyal was a recruit training center and Cunungra is a Jungle Warfare training center. Shoalwater was a place that the Army used for Military excercises. The SLR was the personal weapon mostly used in Vietnam. Vung Tau & Nui Dat were Aussie bases in Vietnam. V.B. is Victorian Bitter a very popular Aussie beer. Anzac is the acronym for the Australian & New Zealand Army Corps


Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal
(It was long march from cadets).
The sixth battalion was the next to tour and It was me who drew the card.
We did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left.

And Townsville lined the footpath as we marched down to the quay.
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean.
And there's me in my slouch hat with my SLR and greens.
God help me, I was only nineteen.

From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat,
I'd been in and out of choppers now for months.
But we made our tents a home. V.B. and pinups on the lockers,
And an agent orange sunset through the scrub.

And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And night time's just a jungle dark and a barking M.16?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only nineteen.

A four week operation, when each step can mean your last one
On two legs: it was a war within yourself.
But you wouldn't let your mates down 'til they had you dusted off,
So you closed your eyes and thought about something else.

Then someone yelled out "Contact"', and the bloke behind me swore.
We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar.
Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon.
God help me, he was going home in June.

I can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel
On a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Vung Tau.
And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle.
'Till the morphine came and killed the bloody row

And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears.
And stories that my father told me never seemed quite real
I caught some pieces In my back that I didn't even feel.
God help me, I was only nineteen.

And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only nineteen.

posted on Jan, 14 2006 @ 11:46 PM
Nice one SDS, that one never fails to put a lump in my throat. Another great Australian war song would have to be Eric Bogle's "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda":

'When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: Son
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin-hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the War

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us all back to Australia

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again

Oh those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And I saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there was worse things than dying

Oh no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more Waltzing Matilda for me

They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was no-one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away

Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, the numbers get fewer
Someday, no-one will march there at all

Watlzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

posted on Jan, 15 2006 @ 10:21 PM
Getting a bit off-topic here, but how can we think of Australian war songs without thinking of Khe Sanh?

I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it's only other vets could understand

About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-dayheroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land

And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine

So I worked across the country end to end
Tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
Held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend

And I've travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia
But the answer sure ain't there
But I'm drifting north, to check things out again

You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Only seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong Kong
There ain't nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long

Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Yeah the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
And the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone

posted on Jan, 16 2006 @ 12:00 AM

Originally posted by Shoktek
I would say the lyrics I like the most are those written by Bob Dylan, and Jim Morrison of The Doors.

"Desolation Row" by Dylan is a true masterpiece if you haven't heard it, as someone mentioned it above.

One of my favorites by Dylan is "Mr. Tambourine Man"-

"Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow."

Part from "The End" By Jim Morrison (He would usually perform this song with improvised poetry during different was always played last at concerts, and the audience would leave, stunned, after seeing and hearing this performance, download a live version of this song)

"This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die"

The END is one hecka of a song, I absouletly love Jim Morrisons lyrics, their all so great.

posted on Jan, 17 2006 @ 03:12 AM
Possibly one of the best songs to come out of the punk era by possibly the most intelligent of all punk bands: 'Halloween' by the Dead Kennedys

'So it's halloween
And you feel like dancin'
And you feel like shinin'
And you feel like letting loose

So whatcha gonna be
Babe you better know
And you better plan
Better plan all day

Better plan all week
Better plan all month
Better plan all year

You're dressed up like a clown
Putting on your act
It's the only time all year
You'll ever admit that

I can see your eyes
I can see your brain
Baby nothings changed

You're still hiding in a mask
You take you fun seriously
No, don't blow this years chance
Tomorrow your mold goes back on

After halloween

You go to work today
You'll go to work tomorrow
S%#!faced tonight
You'll brag about it for months

Remember what I did
Remember what I was
Back on halloween

But whats inbetween
Where are your ideas
You sit around and dream
For next halloween

Why not everyday
Are you so afraid
What will people say

After halloween

Because your role is planned for you
There's nothing you can do
But stop and think it through
But what will the boss say to you

And what will your girlfriend say to you
And the people out on the street they might glare at you
And whadya know you're pretty self-conscious too

So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business
Only at night to score is your leather uniform exhumed
Why don't you take your social regulations
And shove 'em up your a%s

posted on Jan, 17 2006 @ 03:35 AM
You Know You're Right

I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to fail

Paaaaiiiiiiinnn (3x)
You know you're right (3x)

It's so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
Steaming soup begins to melt
Nothin' really bothers her
She just wants to love herself

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to fail

Paaaaaiiiiiinnn (5x)
You know you're right (17x)

Easily the saddest song I have ever heard, and it hits hard, a lot of emotions I build up inside my self are sung one last time by Kurt Cobain its Nirvana, as i hope most of you know.. Picked up the lyrics from a quiet fan site.

[edit on 17-1-2006 by Caseysmind]

posted on Jan, 17 2006 @ 01:17 PM
Jim Morrison and Bob Marley

I love redemption song

One of my good friends has "How long shall they kill our prophets while we stand aside and look," & "None but ourselves can free our minds" tattooed on his back.

Morrison is the greatest poet to ever make a popular song IMO and Marley united millions with a positive message of love and brotherhood.

"One love, one heart, lets get together and we'll feel alright."

posted on Jan, 17 2006 @ 01:28 PM
Bob Marley's Redemption Song:

"Old pirates, yes, they rob i;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took i
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the ’and of the almighty.
We forward in this generation
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
’cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
’cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? ooh!
Some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfil de book.

Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
’cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! have no fear for atomic energy,
’cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfil de book.
Won’t you help to sing
Dese songs of freedom? -
’cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom."

Pure Genius

posted on Nov, 23 2012 @ 09:33 AM
reply to post by truttseeker

Radiohead Fan here now...easy easy now.

gotta be the start of myxomatosis?

he said "i been where i liked
i slept with who i liked
she ate me up for breakfast
and screwed me in a vice"

too many in fact.

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