These lyrics are so damn fine!

Started by Sigur Rós, November 27, 2003, 12:21:53 PM

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Sigur Rós

I don't expect anyone to reply to this thread. I just wanted to bring these great lyrics into your lives. Anyways, here it goes. I wrote them myself.

I'm sick and tired of hearin' all these people talk about
What's the deal with this pop life and when is it gonna fade out?
The thing you've got to realize, what we're doin' is not a trend
We got the gift of melody, we're gonna bring it till the end (come on now)

It doesn't matter
'Bout the car I drive, what I wear around my neck
All that matters
Is that you recognize that it's just about respect
It doesn't matter
'Bout the clothes I wear and where I go and why
All that matters
Is that you get hyped and we'll do it to you everytime (come on now)

Do you ever wonder why
This music gets you high
It takes you on a ride
You feel it when your
Body starts to rock (body starts to rock)
And baby you can't stop (you can't stop)
And the music's all you got (come on now)
This must be pop

Dirty pop
Baby, baby you can't stop
I know you like this
Dirty pop
This must be

Now why you wanna try to classify the type of thing we do
'Cause we're just fine doin' what we like
Can we say the same for you?
I'm tired of feelin' all around me animosity
Just worry 'bout yours 'cause I'm a get mine now people can't you see

It doesn't matter
'Bout the car I drive or the ice around my neck
All that matters
Is that you recognise that it's just about respect (oh)
It doesn't matter
'Bout the clothes I wear and where I go and why
All that matters
Is that you get hyped and we'll do it to you everytime (come on)

Do you ever wonder why (why)
This music gets you high (gets you high)
It takes you on a ride
You feel it when your
Body starts to rock (when your body starts to rock)
And baby you can't stop (you can't stop)
And the music's all you got (baby come on)
This must be pop

Oooooh, man I'm tired of singin'

Dirty, dirty, dirty pop
Dirty pop
Do you ever wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
Sigur Rós
BT
Oh

Do you ever wonder why (ever wonder why)
This music gets you high (gets you high)
It takes you on a ride
You feel it when your
Body starts to rock (when your body starts to rock)
And baby you can't stop (baby don't stop)
And the music's all you got (come on now)
This must be

Do you ever wonder why (do you ever wonder)
This music gets you high (how it gets you on a high baby)
It takes you on a ride
You feel it when your
Body starts to rock (when your body starts to rock)
And baby you can't stop
And the music's all you got
This must be (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Do you ever wonder why (ever wonder why)
This music gets you high (music gets you high)
It takes you on a ride
You feel it when your
Body starts to rock (when youbody starts to rock)
And baby you can't stop
And the music's all you got (baby come on)
This must be pop

E-Snizz

Whatever, phucker....

You want good lyrics?

Check these out:

"Shut the fuck up she said, I'm going fucking deaf
You're always too loud, everything's too loud
Now that all my friends left, this place is fucking dead
I wanna move out, when can we move out? This shit has got to stop

I'll run away

Get the fuck up, she said your life is meaningless
It's going nowhere, you're going nowhere
You're just a fuck - up, she said I'll live alone instead
She said you don't care, I know I don't care

I'll never ask permission from you,
Fuck off I'm not listening to you
I'm not coming home, I'm never going to come back home

I got too fucked up again, and passed out on the plane
Tried to forget you, I can't forget you
No sleep on this flight, I'll think about the nights
We had to get through, how did we get through?

I'll never ask permission from you,
Fuck off I'm not listening to you
I'm not coming home, I'm never going to come back home

I'll run away
I think it's time that I should leave
I think it's time that I should leave
I think it's time that I should leave
I think it's time that I should leave

I'll never ask permission from you,
Fuck off i'm not listening to you
I'm not coming home, I'm never going to come back home

I'll run away
I think it's time for me to leave
I think it's time for me to leave
I think it's time for me to leave
I think it's time for me to leave

Sigur Rós

hehe....Blink 182...a band made for kids with plastic skateboards

ᾦɐļᵲʊʂ

I'm sick and tired of hearin' all these people talk about
What's the deal with this boy band, when does their album come out?
The thing you've got to realize, it is all the same
They don't write, or compose, and I'm pretty sure they're gay (come on)

It doesn't matter
That they sing like they give women respect
All that matters
Is that at every concert, they get plenty of sex
It doesn't matter
Bout what we sing, and the fact that we don't write
All that matters
Is that you purchase our merchandise! (come on!)

Do you ever wonder why
You want N Sync to die?
Give them cyanide
Or perhaps you
Could hurl a bunch of rocks (Hurls a bunch of rocks)
Every last one you got (last one you got)
At all those who sing pop (come on now)
Soon this must...STOP!

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Mm...I love writing parodies.
"As a matter of fact I only work with the feeling of something magical, something seemingly significant. And to keep it magical I don't want to know the story involved, I just want the hypnotic effect of it somehow seeming significant without knowing why." - Len Lye

NEON MERCURY

Quote from: Sigur Rós....Blink 182...an band made for kids with plastic skateboards


...hahahhah.......thats then best way to describe them...so true... :yabbse-thumbup:

***beady***

ha ha, I actually can't help but sing along to Blink 182. I dont own any of their albums, but they are damn catchy.
Anyone heard that song By umm...Darren Hayes? Called Insatiable? Oooh, well, the lyrics in that, are creamy.

freakerdude

Quote from: Walrus, KookookajoobThe thing you've got to realize, it is all the same
They don't write, or compose, and I'm surely they're probaly gay (come on)

It doesn't matter
That they sing like they give women respect
All that matters
Is that at every concert, they get plenty of sex
It doesn't matter
Bout what we sing, and the fact that we don't write
All that matters
Is that you purchase our merchandise! (come on!)

Do you ever wonder why
You want N Sync to die?
Give them cyanide
Or perhaps you
Could hurl a bunch of rocks (Hurls a bunch of rocks)
Every last one you got (last one you got)
At all those who sing pop (come on now)
Soon this must...STOP!

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Mm...I love writing parodies.
now that is pretty damn funny
MC Pee Pants

Jeremy Blackman

Some of my favorite Suzanne Vega lyrics... from 99.9 F °...

    (If You Were) In My Movie

    If you were in my movie
    I'd have you as the doctor
    Small black bag
    And a big black coat

    I'd have you make a house call
    To the woman
    You could lay your
    Diagnostic hand
    Upon her belly and her throat

    If you were in my movie
    You could be the detective
    You could sit behind the desk
    With a question on your lip

    Examine her for motive
    Investigate the scene
    In the ever present danger
    Keep the holster at your hip

    If you were in my movie
    If you were in my movie
    If you were in my movie

    If you were in my movie
    You could be the priest
    Long black frock
    White collar at the neck

    You could come to the confession
    You could give a girl a thrill
    You could save her from her passion
    Keep her body in check

    If you were in my movie
    If you were in my movie
    If you were in my movie

    If you were in my movie
    You could be the gangster
    Double-breasted pinstriped
    Man with the cigarette

    Go running down the alley
    With a double-crossing blond
    Explaining to the jury
    That you hadn't done anything yet

    If you were in my movie...



    Bad Wisdom

    Mother the doctor knows something is wrong
    Cause my body has strange information
    He's looked in my eyes and knows I'm not a child
    But he doesn't dare ask the right question

    Mother my friends are no longer my friends
    And the games we once played have no meaning
    I've gone serious and shy and they can't figure why
    So they've left me to my own daydreaming

    What price to pay
    For bad wisdom
    What price to pay
    For bad wisdom
    Too young to know
    Too much too soon
    Bad wisdom
    Bad wisdom

    Mother you've taught me the laws are so fine
    If I'm good then I will be protected
    I've fallen through the cracks and there's no getting back
    And I'll never trust whoever gets elected

    Mother your eyes have gone suddenly cold
    And it wasn't what I was expecting
    Once I did think that I'd find comfort there
    And instead you've gone hard and suspecting

    What price to pay
    For bad wisdom
    What price to pay
    For bad wisdom
    Too young to know
    Too much too soon
    Bad wisdom
    Bad wisdom

    Mother I'm cut at the root like a weed
    Cause there's no one to hear my small story
    Just like a woman who walks in the street
    I will pay for my life with my body

    What price to pay
    For bad wisdom
    What price to pay
    For bad wisdom
    Too young to know
    Too much too soon
    Bad wisdom
    Bad wisdom



    As Girls Go

    You make a really good girl
    As girls go
    Still kind of look like a guy
    I never thought to wonder why

    If I could pull this off
    Would I know for certain
    The real situation
    Behind the curtain

    So beautiful
    damsel in distress
    Not exactly natural
    Stunning nonetheless

    What happened to you?
    To make you more girl than girls are
    Would you ever show or tell
    Cause you're so good so far

    You make a really good girl
    As girls go
    As girls go
    As girls go
    As girls go
    As girls go

    Let's chronicle
    The dark side of the life
    Did you ever keep the date
    With the steel side of the knife

    Doesn't matter to me
    Which side of the line
    You happen to be
    At any given time

    You make a really good girl
    As girls go
    As girls go
    As girls go
    As girls go
    As girls go[/list:u]
    And last but not least... I listened to this song (swear to God) the day before Paul Wellstone was killed in a plane crash...

      When Heroes Go Down

      When heroes go down
      They go down fast
      So don't expect any time to
      Equivocate the past

      When heroes go down
      They land in flame
      So don't expect any slow and careful
      Settling of blame

      I heard you say
      You look out for the feet of clay
      That someone will be falling next
      Without the chance
      For last respects
      You feel the disappointment

      When heroes go down
      Man or woman revealed
      You can't expect any kind of mercy
      On the battlefield

      I heard you say
      You look out for the feet of clay
      That someone will be falling next
      Without the chance for last respects
      You feel the disappointment

      When heroes go down
      Man or woman revealed
      Do you show any kind of mercy
      On the battlefield?

      When heroes go down
      When heroes go down
      When heroes go down[/list:u]

      pete

      I think we're supposed to be posting bad lyrics, Jeremy.
      "Tragedy is a close-up; comedy, a long shot."
      - Buster Keaton