Tell The King
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The Clash would be a good way to go, top top band.
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Music that sums up life
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Sheikh n Bake
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Tell The King said:The Clash would be a good way to go, top top band.
with a user name like that I'd have expected you to say the libertines
kronkonite
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whiskeytown
Radiohead - No Surprises
This song is basically about your "average" family, and it always makes me feel better about myself in some odd way.
9-5
2.4 kids
Ford Focus
2 weeks in Spain every year.
No alarms and no surprises.
A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silent silent.
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.
This song is basically about your "average" family, and it always makes me feel better about myself in some odd way.
9-5
2.4 kids
Ford Focus
2 weeks in Spain every year.
No alarms and no surprises.
A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silent silent.
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.
guv said:BTâ„¢ said:Yes and that computer has no Rush on it ;)guv said:BTâ„¢ said:Not for me!guv said:Rush - The Temples Of Syrinx
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.
I think we can all agree that Rush speak for us all.
Truly fookin' awful.
C'mon, BT!
Surely you have a computer in your house (or cathedral) that controls everything on the planet?
I know I do. I think MOST people do.
Naughty man.
I'm not particularly into Rush, but surely everyone loves Spirit of Radio?
The Fat el Hombre
Well-Known Member
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.
So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.
So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
Banned Tosspot
Well-Known Member
I cried once listening to that song Voodoo, I couldn't take it all in and it fucked my head up.
The Fat el Hombre
Well-Known Member
Truly fucking amazing. I bought rolling stone when I was about 18 and they interviewed him, asking about it and saying how lyrics just don't get any better. I don't think there are too many who'd argue with It's alright ma I'm only bleeding, not those who are worthwhile at least
Money,
All for money,
Make your money,
Hide your money,
Stuff your money,
Hump your money
Save your money
All for money,
Waning patience
People's appetite
Disposition
This possession
Dispossessed from all the attractions,
Dancing bears of eroticism,
Self absorbed delusion
Inclusion of dysfunction
I now await the triumphant
Lost baggage, train station,
The causes of ineptitude
Can be traced to my mandatory down,
The causes of my servitude
Can be traced to the tyranny of
Money,
All for money,
Make your money,
Hide your money,
Stuff your money,
Hump your money
Save your money
All for money,
My final surrender
Away from inclusion
I now await the triumphant
Left baggage, train station,
The causes of ineptitude
Can be traced to my mandatory down,
The causes of my servitude
Can be traced to the tyranny of a down,
The causes of ineptitude
Can be traced to my mandatory down,
The causes of my servitude
Can be traced to the tyranny of
Money,
All for money,
Make your money,
Hide your money,
Stuff your money,
Hump your money
Save your money
Make your money
Hide your money
All for money
Make your money
Hide your money
Stuff your money
Hump your money
Save your money
All for money,
Money, money, money, money.
Deep...
All for money,
Make your money,
Hide your money,
Stuff your money,
Hump your money
Save your money
All for money,
Waning patience
People's appetite
Disposition
This possession
Dispossessed from all the attractions,
Dancing bears of eroticism,
Self absorbed delusion
Inclusion of dysfunction
I now await the triumphant
Lost baggage, train station,
The causes of ineptitude
Can be traced to my mandatory down,
The causes of my servitude
Can be traced to the tyranny of
Money,
All for money,
Make your money,
Hide your money,
Stuff your money,
Hump your money
Save your money
All for money,
My final surrender
Away from inclusion
I now await the triumphant
Left baggage, train station,
The causes of ineptitude
Can be traced to my mandatory down,
The causes of my servitude
Can be traced to the tyranny of a down,
The causes of ineptitude
Can be traced to my mandatory down,
The causes of my servitude
Can be traced to the tyranny of
Money,
All for money,
Make your money,
Hide your money,
Stuff your money,
Hump your money
Save your money
Make your money
Hide your money
All for money
Make your money
Hide your money
Stuff your money
Hump your money
Save your money
All for money,
Money, money, money, money.
Deep...
stonerblue
Well-Known Member
Here we go again, its monday at last,
Hes heading for the waterloo line,
To catch the 8 a.m. fast, its usually dead on time,
Hope it isnt late, got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy the times
good morning smithers-jones
hows the wife and home?
did you get the car youve been looking for?
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you,
We could have some good times,
All this worry will get you down,
Ill give you a new meaning to life - I dont think so.
Sitting on the train, youre nearly there
Youre part of the production line,
Youre the same as him, youre like tin-sardines,
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back.
Arrive at the office, spot on time,
The clock on the wall hasnt yet struck nine,
good morning smithers jones
the boss wants to see you alone
i hope its the promotion youve been looking for
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you,
We could have some good times,
All this worry will get you down,
Ill give you a new meaning to life - I dont think so.
come in smithers old boy
take a seat, take the weight off your feet
Ive some news to tell you
theres no longer a position for you -
sorry smithers jones.
Put on the kettle and make some tea
Its all a part of feeling groovie
Put on your slippers turn on the tv
Its all a part of feeling groovie
Its time to relax, now youve worked your arse off
But the only one smilin is the sun tanned boss
Work and work and work and work till you die
Theres plenty more fish in the sea to fry
Hes heading for the waterloo line,
To catch the 8 a.m. fast, its usually dead on time,
Hope it isnt late, got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy the times
good morning smithers-jones
hows the wife and home?
did you get the car youve been looking for?
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you,
We could have some good times,
All this worry will get you down,
Ill give you a new meaning to life - I dont think so.
Sitting on the train, youre nearly there
Youre part of the production line,
Youre the same as him, youre like tin-sardines,
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back.
Arrive at the office, spot on time,
The clock on the wall hasnt yet struck nine,
good morning smithers jones
the boss wants to see you alone
i hope its the promotion youve been looking for
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you,
We could have some good times,
All this worry will get you down,
Ill give you a new meaning to life - I dont think so.
come in smithers old boy
take a seat, take the weight off your feet
Ive some news to tell you
theres no longer a position for you -
sorry smithers jones.
Put on the kettle and make some tea
Its all a part of feeling groovie
Put on your slippers turn on the tv
Its all a part of feeling groovie
Its time to relax, now youve worked your arse off
But the only one smilin is the sun tanned boss
Work and work and work and work till you die
Theres plenty more fish in the sea to fry