[porkmarras]

I Luv U lyrics

Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Album: Boy in da Corner

I luv u
Iii...i..i..i luv u
I luv I luv I luv u
Iii...i..i..i luv u
Iii...i..i..i luv u

I luv I i I i luv u
I I i I i luv u
Iii...i..i..i luv u
Ii luv u I luv u
I I i I i
I I llluv u u u

[dizzee rascal:]
Yo if that girl know's where you stay thats poor
Some whore banging on your door what for
Pregnant? What're you talking about this for
Fifteen, she's underage thats raw
And against law 5 years or more
Now she wants a score and half of a draw
That the kind of threat that you can't ignore
That whore got you pinned down to the floor
But its your own fault you said three magic words (i love you)
When thats the one for the birds
When you said that she forgot other boys
Its over you better start buying the toys
There was no intention in front of your wife
That she knows this that she's ending your life
Its a real shame you got hacked by the whores
Its a real shame that kid probably aint yours

[chorus]

[dizzee rascal:]
That girl' some bitch ya know
She keep calling my phone
She dont leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin me at home
These days I dont answer my phone

[girl:]
That boy' some prick you kna'
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I cant go no where

[girl:]
Aint that your girl
[dizzee:]
Nah it aint my girl
[girl:]
I swear that's your girl
[dizzee:]
Course it aint my girl
[girl:]
She got juiced up
[dizzee:]
Oh well
[girl:]
She got chatted up
[dizzee:]
Oh well!

I swear thats your man
[girl:]
I aint got no man
[dizzee:]
You was with that man
[girl:]
He was just any man
[dizzee:]
He got hotted up
[girl:]
Oh well
[dizzee:]
He got whacked up
[girl:]
Oh well!

[dizzee rascal:]
Alright, she's a bad girl ima buss doe
Captain rascal with a crossbow
She came she got picked off yo
Nah its not a love ting, get lost hoe
Dizzy rascal come down like snow
With freezing cold flows like moscow
Dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow
Bitch, you're not ready for skid row
Leap low dizzy rascal dig low
Big feet for the force with my big toe
I got no chaps, no chains not much doe
Get juiced but this ain't a love ting hoe
Dont slap or you might get a ho-hoe
Jambo coming through like rambo
Love ting takes two like tango
But she aint my wifey she can go

[chorus]

[dizzee rascal:]
Listen, I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with michelle
Switch michelle with chantelle
Play chantelle with shennele
Lyrical clientelle but I aint a bow cat, I dont like the smell
Im gonna go through a shell and make a boy feel unwell

That girl's from school, that girl's from college
That girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge
That girl gives head, that girl gives shines
That girl gives bj's at all times
She looks decent, she looks fine
But dont talk about wifey she's not mine
She got batches, 6 in a line, believe me thats not a good sign

[chorus]

[EyeballGrowth]

 

[alyasa]

Borderline cases
Reinforced glass
Absent friends
Passport photos an elastic past
Empty pockets
And they think it is all
They think its soul
All wrapped up on a swollen lip
He draws the warm pipe
Chemicals!
Chemicals capture in winter's grip
Turn us on
Seperate the leper
Hungry ghosts
Hungry ghosts
Another imprint
In borrowed clothes
We can be numb
Passing through

Blow blow blow blow

Borderline cases
Future proof
Real thin air
Real thin air
Real thin air

[terminal pharmacy]

Originally Posted by alyasa

"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face, the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway.
"Reminds me of something a long time ago." The boy, there, with his overcoat
unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare.
The cab drove away and turned the corner. The boy went inside
a building. "Hmm, yes, maybe" - the suitcase was there in the doorway.
The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely,
have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner.
Made it. Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case the boy had,
or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so
odd about the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy.
Better see what's inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found an
empty place and opened the case. Two severed human legs that belonged to
a young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the
dim streetlight. The legs had been forced into the case and he had to use
his knee on the back of the case to shove them out. "Legs, yet,"
he said, and walked quickly away with the case.
Might bring a few dollars to score. The buyer sniffed suspiciously.
"Kind of a funny smell about it." "It's just Mexican leather."
"Well, some joker didn't cure it."
The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor.
"Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is.
Three is the best I can do and it hurts. But since this is Christmas
and you're the Priest..." he slipped three bills under the table into the
Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy
and furtive. Three cents didn't buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel.
Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come back unless
I paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya,
blow your stack about three lousy cents.
The doctor was not pleased to see him.

"Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!"
The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put the
money in his pocket and started to scream.
"I've had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around!
I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with
years of junk, on the doctor's face.
"I can't write you a prescription." The doctor jerked open a drawer
and slid an ampule across the table. "That's all I have in the OFFICE!"
The doctor stood up. "Take it and GET OUT!" he screamed, hysterical.
The Priest's expression did not change.

The doctor added in quieter tones, "After all, I'm a professional man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out, get out, I'll call the police I tell you."
"All right, doctor, I'm going." Of course it was cold and far to walk,
rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor.
"These stairs," coughed the Priest there, pulling himself up along the
bannister. He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels,
toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin.
Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in the dropper.

He rolled up his sleeve. Then he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke, because he
didn't want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language.
The Priest had had enough bad news in his life.
He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan
and what it meant. "Maybe he had an accident or something.
In any case, I can't enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming
through the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest put down his
dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen.
"Quien es?" "It's the Preist, kid, I live next door."
He could hear someone hobbling across the floor.

A bolt slid. The boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyes black with
pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed.
"What's wrong, son?" "It's my legs, senor, cramps, and now I am without
medicine." The Priest could see the cramps, like knots of wood there
in the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs.
"A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race,
it was then that the cramps started." And now he has the leg cramps back
with compound junk interest. The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy
groan. He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper.
"It's just a quarter G, kid." "I do not require much, senor."

The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen.
He went back to his room and sat down on the bed.
Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. All the gray junk yesterdays.
He sat there and received the immaculate fix. And since he was himself a priest,
there was no need to call one.

this i would say would be a piece of prose set to music rather than lyrics, it was in existance as a text before the collaboration between wsb and kc

[schizophrenicroom]

"been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding
the cretins cloning and feeding
and i dont even own a tv
put me in the hospital for nerves and then they had to commit me
you told them all i was crazy
they cut off my legs now i'm an amputee goddamn you!"

its such a silly song, but i love it so.

[terminal pharmacy]

JOHN FRUSCIANTE LYRICS

"Mascara"

There's a belt of sun dripping through a porthole
In a set design
Can you read your name?
It's been so long since we blew from the inside
So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge
Of the world under an ugly sky
You've been lying by
But they meant you, dance under the moonlight
Do what you think is the sum
Of the flesh and blood
Above there's small birds gone to trembling
In for thousands of your years

[Voice 1:] You felt like crystal in your thighs
[Voice 2:] You get four red candles
[Voice 2:] On the table with your penis by your eyes
[Voice 1:] You're the one that makes me realize
[Voice 1:] Big water flowing through to tomorrow
[Voice 2:] Through to your vacation
[Voice 1:] Apples and cake must have been your stake
[Voice 2:] ? [something about "a gallon of wine"] but the smile you send in my direction
[Both: Makes me feel like I'm alive
[Voice 1:] You're hidden by your wooden legs
[Voice 2:] You're my kind, You're my kind
[Voice 2:] You always make me feel like a moon in my life
[Voice 1:] Stay here in down at the world's edge, for a time
[Voice 2:] It always makes me feel good to know you're alive, wrapping your ties
[Voice 1:] Down by the whirlpool, I finally realized you must have bittenyour snake,
Your little guy
[Voice 1:] I've been insane well the time is slow
[Voice 2:] I've been to a society where you can't see yourself and you can't feel sunshine
[Voice 2:] And if you see me roaming the hillside won't you come along? It's all gone to
The top of yourself. You'll always be alone.
[Voice 1:] The Pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree?
[Voice 2:] I like you in my love, makes me feel good just to know I can love someone like you.
They'll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but when you see the tears coming you close
Your eyes.
To you I'm sure it's no surprise that I could be one of the dead.
Thank god my underwear's full of lead without you. Without you.
[Voice 1:] When you're around I'm wound around your thumb. You wanna be numb inside the gun.
All your different delights are one big fight against thebaby inside that you've mistaken for pain.

[IAmTexas]

Bedoin tribes ascending
from the egg into the flower,
alpha information sending
state within the heaven shower
from disciples the unending
subtleties of river power.
They slip inside this house as they pass by.

If your limbs begin dissolving
in the water that you tread,
all surroundings are evolving
in the stream that clears your head,
find yourself a caravan
like Noah must have led,
and slip inside this house as you pass by.

Slip inside this house as you pass by.
True conception, knowing why,
brings even more than meets the eye.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

In this dark we call creation
we can be and feel and know
from an effort, comfort station,
that's surviving on the go.
There's infinite survival in
the high baptismal glow.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

There is no season when you are grown.
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown.
There is no reason to rise alone.
Other stories given have sages of their own.

Live where your heart can be given,
and your life starts to unfold
in the forms you envision
in this dream that's ages old.
On the river layer is the only sayer.
You receive all you can hold,
like you've been told.

Every day's another dawning.
Give the morning winds a chance.
Always catch your thunder yawning.
Lift your mind into the dance.
Sweep the shadows from your awning.
Shrink the fourfold circumstance
that lies outside this house.
Don't pass it by.

Higher worlds that you uncover
light the path you want to roam.
You compare there and discover
You won't need a shell of foam.
Twice born gypsies care and keep
the nowhere of their former home.
They slip inside this house as they pass by.

Slip inside this house as you pass by.
You think you can't, you wish you could.
I know you can, I wish you would
slip inside this house as you pass by.

Four and twenty birds of Maya
baked into an atom you
polarized into existence,
magnet heart from red to blue:
to such extent, the realm of dark
within the picture it seems true,
but slip inside this house and then decide.

All your lightning waits inside you.
Travel it along your spine.
Seven stars receive your visit.
Seven seals remain divine:
seven churches filled with spirit,
treasure from the angels' mine.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

Slip inside this house as you pass by
The space you make has your own laws.
No longer human gods are cause.
The center of this house will never die.
There is no season when you are grown.
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown.
There is no reason to rise alone.
Other stories given have sages of their own.

Draw from the well of unchanging.
Its union nourishes on
in the right re-arranging
till the last confusion is gone.
Water-brothers trust in the ultimust
of the always singing song they pass along.

One-eyed men aren't really reigning.
They just march in place until
two-eyed men with mystery training
finally feel the power fill.
Three-eyed men are not complaining.
They can yo-yo where they will.
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Don't pass it by.


-"Slip Inside This House" by Roky Erickson and Tommy hall

[alyasa]

Mascara was beautiful... Why does John Frusciante's solo work seem much better than RHCP's? And I guess, yeah, it's not exactly lyrics, just bending the rules a bit for "the 'priest' they called him".

[terminal pharmacy]

Originally Posted by alyasa

Mascara was beautiful... Why does John Frusciante's solo work seem much better than RHCP's? And I guess, yeah, it's not exactly lyrics, just bending the rules a bit for "the 'priest' they called him".

his solo work is much more interesting and beautiful and inspiring than anything rhcp have done, particularly the first album which mascara is from. which is now back in circulation with a reprint. john originally try to buy back everything the record company had because he didn't want it out there because he thought it was just shite, he did the same with smile from the streets you hold which is kinda average in his most fucked up junk phase. but niandra lades and usually just a t-shirt is a incredibly beautiful album.

[terminal pharmacy]

Originally Posted by IAmTexas

-"Slip Inside This House" by Roky Erickson and Tommy hall

is this a 13th floor elevators track or from some other roky project???

[Onani Nic]

Originally Posted by terminal pharmacy

is this a 13th floor elevators track or from some other roky project???

i know its on Easter Everywhere which is a 13th Floor Elevator album. A very good album too

[porkmarras]

Spacemen 3
Mary Anne (Campbell/Hubbard)

Mary Anne, hold my hand
Pretty babe, I understand
You say it’s time to grab it blind
Cheering crowds they screw my mind
Just one time, I tell you now
Do your thing girl and do it loud
The desert sand, the secret plan
Lord’s own knowledge is in your hand
Grab a hold and ride that freight
Be yourself, don’t hesitate

Mary Anne, hold my hand
Pretty babe, I understand
You say it’s time to grab it blind
Cheering crowds they screw my mind
Just one time, that’s all I ask
To do my thing, girl, and do it fast
The desert sand, the secret plan
Lord’s own knowledge is in your hand
Grab a hold and ride that freight
Be yourself, don’t hesitate

Mary Anne, hold my hand
Pretty babe, I understand
You say it’s time to grab it blind
Cheering crowds they screw my mind
Just one time, I tell you now
Do your thing girl and do it loud
The desert sand, the secret plan
Lord’s own knowledge is in your hand
Grab a hold and ride that freight
Be yourself, don’t hesitate

[luxinterior]

First some Nick Cave songs, and then other stuff, and end with T. Rex:

"I kick every goddamn splinter
Into all the looking eyes in the world
Into all the laughing eyes
Of all the girls in the world"

"This desire to possess her is a wound
and it’s naggin at me like a shrew
but, I know, that to possess her
Is, therefore, not to desire her"

"No carpet on the floor
And the winding cloth holds many moths
Around your Ku Klux furniture
I cum of death-head in your frock
We discuss the murder plan
We discuss murder and the murder act
Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac
And death climbs in the back"


"And a murder of crows did circle round
First one, then the others flapping blackly down "

"No carpet on the floor
And the winding cloth holds many moths
Around your Ku Klux furniture
I cum of death-head in your frock
We discuss the murder plan
We discuss murder and the murder act
Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac
And death climbs in the back"


"And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
and a thousand pigeons fall around her feet"

"And every day I agree you throw me down by the Christmas tree
I watched your lights blink on and off while you start your fun with me
I, I know your reasons and I, I know your goals
We can fuck forever but you will never get my soul"

"I took a record of pretty music I went down and baby you can tell I took a record of pretty music now I’m putting it to you straight from hell I’ll stick it deep inside I’ll stick it deep inside cause I’m loose"

"Now I’m walking on downtown, in a town that is not my home,
and shopping for breakfast, to be eaten all alone
and dreaming of houses, none of them that I own --
but that’s not my provence -- that’s not for what I am known."

"Architecture students are like virgins
with an itch they cannot scratch,
Never build a building till you’re 50
what kind of life is that?"

"To hold the t.v. to my lips, the air so packed with cash
then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot
To lose my train of thought and fall into your arms' tracks
and watch beneath the eyelids every passing dot"

"Today you're gonna be sick so sick you'll prop your forehead on the sink say oh Christ oh Jesus Christ my head's gonna crack like a bank
Tonight you'll fall asleep in clothes-so late like a candy bar wrapped up for lunch that's all you get to taste poverty and spit poverty and spit
Nausea bloody red eyes go to
Nausea bloody red eyes go to
Nausea bloody red eyes go to sleep
You're talking out of harmony you can't remember what you said cut it out you feel retarded take the scissors saw the head"

"I'll call you thing
just when the moon sings
and place your face in stone
upon the hills of stars
and gripped in the arms
of the changeless madman
we'll dance our lives away
in the ballrooms of mars"

"My life's a shadowless horse
If I can't get across to you"

"Standin' on a corner by my old high school,
I let this female call me a fool
I got on my knees and begged to the sun
And I knew that my manhood had begun"

[porkmarras]

Broadcast - We've Got Time


You and I, got something
Why don`t we try
What fools cannot buy
What lives cannot hide
You wrote your name, in silver light
The question still unanswered
Just in case it`s not right
We`ve got time to work it out
We`ve got what numbers cannot have
Who knows we`ll work this rhythm out
Miricle man possessing all that you can
Will you change the circumstance
Let it happen by chance
You wrote your name in silver light
The question still unanswered
Just in case it`s not right
We`ve got time to work it out
We`ve got what numbers cannot have
Who knows, we`ll work this rhythm out.
We`ve got time to work it out
We`ve got what numbers cannot have
Who knows, we`ll work this rhythm

[lucyrulesok]

I really like alot of Jeffrey Lewis' lyrics, especially his song life...

Life is a story don't you doubt
bad times give you something to talk about
the next time you feel you're all worn out
remember life is a story
don't you doubt
it only takes a day for everything to turn around

Love is a story they tell to you
but the way they tell it ain't quite true
you'll wake up one day and you're twenty-two
you know love is just a story that they tell to you
love takes a lot of work like everything else you're gonna do

Friends are just the people that you can talk with
somebody to talk about that somebody to talk about this
but everyone changes and forever is a myth
friends are just the people that you can talk with
a lot of them'll leave but only a few you're gonna miss

School is the place where I did my growing
they fill your brain to overflowing
they tell you this is all stuff you need to be knowing
school is the place where I did my growing
just when I got to like it it was time to be going

The world is the place where it all happens
they draw lines on it and call it a map
in between every line's a different flag flapping
the world is the place where it all happens
six billion people all taking turns eating in a napkin

Animals are critters just like you and me
the only difference is that they don't worry
about things that they can't smell or see
animals are critters just like you and me
so we buy pants and deodorants and claim not to be

Songs are just something to waste your time
I listen to yours and you listen to mine
before we know it the day's gone by
songs are just something to waste your time
so is everything else to do whatever makes you feel fine

God's just a story someone made up long ago
before they had books and tv shows
I don't believe in him and I ain't afraid to say so
you know god's just a story someone made up long ago
but it's hard not to be superstitious despite all you know

Everyone's born and everyone dies
everyone has a time and wonders why
the ocean's blue so is the sky
everyone's born and everyone dies
the old lady cries, the new baby cries...and sighs

Kisses are weird but they can be fun
instead of shaking hands it's like shaking tongues
I wish I got to do it more when I was young
kisses are weird but they can be fun
I hate going months and months without kissing anyone

At this point it's been since uh...how many months
1 2 3 4 5 6...7
I think if kissing someone could make them pregnant
the last person I kissed would have had their kid by now

*snort laugh snort*

Dreams are weird but they can be fun too
they happen more often than kisses it's true
in some I was naked and in some I flew
dreams are weird but they can be fun too
I wonder if you're dreaming about me when I'm dreaming about you

Now that you heard everything I said
there ain't nothing new inside your head
if you want, disregard it all go ahead
now that you've heard everything I said
there are probably one or two things you coulda been doing instead

Life is a story don't you doubt
bad times give you something to talk about
the next time you feel you're all worn out
remember life is a story
don't you doubt
it only takes a day for everything to turn around

and i also really like some of the lyrics from the fiery furnaces' rehearsing my choir

"i reached for the arm of the armchair and missed"

[porkmarras]

Hefner-Love Will Destroy Us In The End

All day,
staring at the ceiling making friends with shadows on my wall.
All night,
hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep, cause tomorrow might be good for something
hold on,
feeling like I'm headed for a break down,
and I don't know why,
But I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell I know right now you can't tell,
but stay a while and maybe then you'll see a different side of me.
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired, I know right now you don't care,
but soon enough you're gonna think of me,
and how I used to be me,
Talking to myself in public,
dodging glances on the train.
and I know,
I know they've all been talking about me I can hear them whisper,
and it makes me think there must be something wrong with me,
out of all the hours thinking,
somehow,
I've lost my mind.
But I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell I know right now you can't tell,
but stay a while and maybe then you'll see a different side of me.
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired, I know right now you don't care,
but soon enough you're gonna think of me,
and how I used to be.
I've been talking in my sleep,
pretty soon they'll come to get me,
they're taking me away,
I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell I know right now you can't tell,
but stay a while and maybe then you'll see a different side of me.
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired, I know right now you don't care,
but soon enough you're gonna think of me,
and how I used to be,
yeah how I used to be,
how I used to be,
I'm just a little unwell,
how I used to be,
how I used to be,
I'm just a little unwell

[finding nobody]

Have you ever seen the face
You know the one i'm talking about
Have you ever been to that place
You know i'm not supposed to say

Have you ever seen the face
You know the one i'm talking about
Have you ever been to that place
You know the one i'm not supposed to say

Holding on for something have you ever held on
Holding on for someone
Feels like holding on too long
Have you ever held on

It's not me I am pretending
I'm not saved he turned me down
He turns down

It is so nice to meet you
Who's gonna look at for you
It's not me, I am pretending
I'm not saved he turned me down
He turns down

Have you ever seen the face
You know the one i'm talking about
Have you ever been to that place
You know the one i'm not supposed to say

Holding on for something
Have you ever held on
Holding on for someone
Feels like holding on too long
Have you ever held on

It's not me I am pretending
I'm not saved he turned me down
He turns down

[Glice]

Originally Posted by porkmarras

Hefner...

I fuggin' loves Hefner I does.

The Fall's Mark E Smith has written oodles of great lyrics. I shan't reproduce any here.

[Danny Himself]

Losing the star without a sky
Losing the reasons why
Youre losing the calling that youve been faking
And Im not kidding

Its damned if you dont and its damned if you do
Be true cause theyll lock you up in a sad sad zoo
Oh hidy hidy hidy what cha tryin to prove
By hidy hidy hiding youre not worth a thing

Sew your fortunes on a string
And hold them up to light
Blue smoke will take
A very violent flight
And you will be changed
Sand everything
And you will be in a very sad sad zoo.

I once was lost but now Im found was blind
But now I see you
How selfish of you to believe in the meaning of all the bad dreaming

Metal heart youre not hiding
Metal heart youre not worth a thing

Metal heart youre not hiding
Metal heart youre not worth a thing

cat power, 'metal heart'

[porkmarras]

Originally Posted by Glice

I fuggin' loves Hefner I does.

The Fall's Mark E Smith has written oodles of great lyrics. I shan't reproduce any here.

The poor man's Belle And Sebastian.