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By *igjrv OP Man
over a year ago
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Best verses in a song.
Here's mine what's yours.
If tomorrow is judgment day
And I’m standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I did with my life
I will say I spent it with you.
Whitney Houston.
My Love Is Your Love. |
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We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground"
smoke on the water superb |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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My dick cost a late night fee
Your dick got the HIV
My dick plays on the double feature screen
Your dick went straight to DVD
My dick, bigger than a bridge
Your dick look like a little kid's
My dick, large like the Chargers, the whole team
Your shit look like you fourteen
My dick, locked in a cage, right
Your dick suffer from stage fright
My dick, so hot, it's stolen
Your dick look like Gary Coleman
My dick, pink and big
Your dick stinks like shit
My dick got a Caesar do
Your dick needs a tweezer, dude
My dick is like super size
Your dick look like two fries
My dick, more mass than the Earth
Your dick, half staff, it needs work
My dick, been there done that
Your dick sits there with dunce cap
My dick, V.I.P.
Your shit needs I.D. |
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Well, I've fucked the queen, I've fucked Bach
I've even sucked an old man's cock
So what, so what
And I've fucked a sheep, I've fucked a goat
I rammed my cock right down its throat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck.
Now that's a lyric.  |
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This one for me. Listening to it now:
You told me to love you, and I did
Tied my soul into a knot
And got me to submit
So when I got away,
I only kept my scars
The other me is gone
Now I don't know where I belong |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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I can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Oh Well: Fleetwood Mac |
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So, I broke into the palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said : "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
I said : "That's nothing - you should hear me play piano"
The Smiths - the Queen is Dead |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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And you've been crying out for forever
But forever's come and gone
You keep begging for forgiveness
But you don't think you've done wrong
You've been crying out for forever
Forever's come and gone
My bleeding hands, my shaking head |
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By *emini ManMan
over a year ago
There and to the left a bit |
The whole song is sheer poetry set to music but the following verse is just full of menace and conjures up an image perfectly...
I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs, and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
Filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth, it blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
I'm down in the tube station at midnight, oh
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight, oh |
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By *emini ManMan
over a year ago
There and to the left a bit |
"Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude
Thats Entertainment, The Jam."
Yet more poetry to music from the Modfather....he was a lyrical genius back then...
A hundred lonely housewives
Clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
In a town called malice
Is another classic example amongst many classics |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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You're a salty water, ocean wave
You knock me down, you kiss my face
I know the storms will always come
But I still love to have you around
Gwen stefani - The Real Thing
Great song |
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By *emini ManMan
over a year ago
There and to the left a bit |
More Weller genius...
There's tarts and whores but you're much more
You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
It's just a face on your pillowcase
That thrills you |
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Didn't I make you feel like you were the only man.
Didn't I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can?
Honey, you know I did!
And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I've had enough,
But I'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"The whole song is sheer poetry set to music but the following verse is just full of menace and conjures up an image perfectly...
I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs, and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
Filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth, it blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
I'm down in the tube station at midnight, oh
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight, oh"
I play that on repeat so many times. I even had smiling beguiling as my status lyric on Thursday x |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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I'm a working man ooh yeh
I work as hard as I can x2
I'm a work for me I'm a work for you
I'm a work for us I'm a work for two
I'm a say it again and you maybe bored
Is that you sleeping and do I hear a snore?
I'm a working man etc... |
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Can't you feel our souls ignite?
Shedding ever-changing colours
In the darkness of the fading night
Like the river joins the ocean
As the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home
There's an angel standing in the sun
And he's crying with a loud voice
"This is the supper of the mighty one"
Lord of Lords, King of Kings
Has returned to lead his children home
To take them to the new Jerusalem
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Cause I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in trenchtown
Observing the hypocrites
Mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have, now
Good friends we have lost
Along the way
In this great future,
You can't forget your past
So dry your tears, I say
No woman no cry
No woman no cry |
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Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah.
With roach burns in designer dresses
And thousands of tiny dryness lines
Beating a path to the corner of your eyes
And every night I hatch my plan, it's not a case of woman v man.
It's more a case of haves against haven'ts and I just
happen to have got what you need, just exactly what you need yeah.
La la la la la la la la la la, in the midnight hour.
La la la la la la la la la la, I will come to you, I will come to you
I will take you from this sickness, dinner parties and champagne
I'll hold your body and make it sing again. come on - sing again, let's sing again.
Oh yeah, cause I spy, yes, I spy, ssss.
I spy a boy and I spy a girl.
I spy the chance to change the world, to change your world. |
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So you're heading down the road in your taxi for 4
And you're waiting outside jimmy's front door
But nobody's in and nobody's home till 4
So you're sitting there with nothing to do
Talking about Robert Ragger and his 1 leg crew
And where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
Amy macdonald |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
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"[Removed by poster at 22/02/20 02:26:48]"
To change the mood a little, I've been posing down the pub.
On seeing my reflection, I'm looking slightly rough.
I fancy this,I fancy that,I wanna be so flash.
I give a little muscle and I spend a little cash
but all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash.
And by the time I'm sober I've forgotten what I've had.
And everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat,it's cool for cats.
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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It's never over,
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles
When I slept so soft against her
It's never over,
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over,
She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
But maybe I'm just too young,
To keep good love from going wrong.
I feel too young to hold on
I'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind
To see the damage I've done |
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Glasvegas - Geraldine
When your sparkle evades your soul
I'll be at your side to console
When your standing on the window ledge
I'll talk you back from the edge
I will turn your tide
Be your Shepard and your guide
When your lost in the deep and darkest place around
May my words walk you home safe and sound
When you say that I'm no good and you feel like walking
I need to make sure you know that's just the Prescription talking
When your feet decide to walk you on the wayward side
Up upon the stairs and down the downward slide
I will, I will turn your tide
Do all that I can to heal you inside
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
My name is Geraldine, I'm your social worker |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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A great reflection on depression by bring me the horizon : can you feel my heart...
I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone
I long for that feeling to not feel at all
The higher I get, the lower I'll sink
I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.
Brings it home everytime. |
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The Queen is Dead - The Smiths
I said Charles, don't you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?
Oh...
And so, I checked all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I'm the eighteenth pale descendant
Of some old queen or other
Oh...
So, I broke into the palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said; "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
I said; "That's nothing - you should hear me play piano" |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Dusty Springfield "I Close My Eyes and Count to Ten"
All the lyrics - I couldn't just post the verse...
It isn't the way that you look
And it isn't the way that you talk
It isn't the things that you say or do
Make me want you so
It is nothing to do with the wine
Or the music that's flooding my mind
But never before have I been so sure
You're the someone I dreamed I would find
It's the way you make me feel
The moment I am close to you
It's a feeling so unreal
Somehow I can't believe it's true
The pounding I feel in my heart
The hoping that we'll never part
I can't believe this is really happening to me
I close my eyes and count to ten
And when I open them you're still here
I close my eyes and count again
I can't believe it but you're still here
We were strangers a moment ago
With a few dreams but nothing to show
The world was a place with a frown on its face
And tomorrow was just, I don't know
But the way you make me feel
The moment I am close to you
Makes today seem so unreal
Somehow I can't believe it's true
Tomorrow, will you still be here?
Tomorrow will come but I fear
That what is happening to me is only a dream
I close my eyes and count to ten
And when I open them you're still here
I close my eyes and count again
I can't believe it but you're still here
I close my eyes and count to ten
And when I open them, you're still here
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Heaven knows I was just a young boy
Didn’t know what I wanted to be
I was every hungry schoolgirl’s pride and joy
And I guess it was enough for me
To win the race, a prettier face
Brand new clothes and a big fat place
On your rock n roll TV
But today the way I play the game is not the same, no way
Think I’m gonna get myself happy
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And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say - not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
Yes, I did it myyyyyyyyyy waaaaaaaaaaaaay |
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I hear the sound of the subway, the sigh of the heat.
The click of the visitors heels on the street.
The rattle of the taxi, the scream of the cars.
The clatter of the dustbins, and the beat of my heart.
Pet Shop Boys. I get excited.
City centre night out. Takes me back to my first night out as Gemma in Leeds last summer.  |
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Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em
Other words, I Minute Maid 'em
I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage
I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him
Finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in the lake
Obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade 'em
And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill
I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer, be the vanilla gorilla
You're bringin' the killer within me out of me
You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me
Or being the recievin' enemy, what stupidity it'd be
Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter
When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck
Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me
A hunnid percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me
I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable
You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable
I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable
I'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full
I'm not afraid to pull the
Man, stop
From eminem godzilla ...it only lasts 31 seconds, and he manages to pack in a 224 words, equaling a total of 330 syllables. That works out to an average of 10 syllables per second, or 7 words per second.
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Pistol shots ring out in the bar room night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries “My got they killed them all”
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell
But one time he coulda been the champion of the world
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Right outside of this one church town
There's a gold dirt road to a whole lot of nothin'
Got a deed to the land, but it ain't my ground
This is God's country
We pray for rain, and thank Him when it's fallen
'Cause it brings a grain and a little bit of money
We put it back in the plate
I guess that's why they call it God's country |
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You’re the kind of person
You meet at certain dismal, dull affairs
Centre of a crowd, talking much too loud
Running up and down the stairs
Well it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And although you try you just can’t hide your eyes are etched with tears
You better stop
And look around
Here it comes.... |
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Sometimes your better of dead
There’s a gun in your hand and it’s pointing at your head
You think your mad , too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables |
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She unscrews the top of a new whisky bottle
And shuffles around in her candlelit hovel
Like some kind of witch, with blue fingers in mittens
She smells like a cat, and the neighbours she sickens
The black and white TV has long seen a picture
The cross on the wall is a permanent feature
The postman delivers the final reminders
She sells off the silver and poodles in China
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Being a bad boy ain't that bad
I've had me more dirty women than most men ever had
All you women come along with me
And I'll show you how good a bad boy can be
AC/DC - bad boy boogie. Bon Scott at his sleazy best  |
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Shes a snapchat hooker
Shes an Instagram slut
Shes queen of the filter but shes still a hanging mutt
Shes a scab of a microbe
Shes the girl we all know
She may be daddy's princess, he doesnt know shes a whoe
as she drives around in her mini with a special number plate
You can check her Facebook photos you can see shes a state
Always posting, winging shes poor
Shes a modern day slag
A social media whore |
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I Apologize- Five Finger Death Punch
One day I'll face the Hell inside me
Someday I'll accept what I have done
Sometime I'll leave the past behind me
For now I accept who I've become
And now I see clearly
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