Opinion of the preceding song lyrics

[Inmate Trump]

Tell me where it hurts
To hell with everybody else
All I care about is you and that's the truth
They don't love me, I can tell
But you do, so they can go to hell

[Eraserhead]

Sounds pretty emotional.

[they don't love you like i love you]

What he said.

"im back, formosa"
Your gardens and bridges green
with sh!t came running... i'm back.

you think that i'll remember you?
well things all considered, i do.
i dreamt about that house last night.
you know the black lady told me not to make her black sons jealous.
What did I have? Guns and firetrucks...
I wonder if you remember me,
I had long blonde hair, and a stormy smile.
In fact I remember a photograph of me and you.

"im back sheridan"
Your yellow, red, white, and blue.
Firemen came running.

What went on in those cells?
I can think of exact floorboards that would come up
I can tell you what went on, you interject.

You were visiting a house thats been sealed for a 1000 years.
Little crayon scribbles, a white truck on a string.
You were standing there with your plaid and your favorite things.
But now your sleeping or f**king or something.

[minionofmidas]

A little incoherent.

He was an artist and a writer
and a poet and a friend
In the next life he will take a fall
but how low he goes it just depends

He's shooting dope in the men's room
at the station daly city train
Have you ever seen an angel well I know I have
they'll stay here for a while and then they'll fly away

[Chorus: x2]
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice he never thought twice
never thought twice about being him

Some grow up and some grow old
but what about the kid who never learned the rules
Spent all these years on this earth
when you look back it's just a flicker of time

Jackyl was one of the one's that perished
He was one of the one's that was already saved
Through all the evil and wreckage
he maintained a sense of himself

[Chorus x2]

Some men are in prison even though they walk the streets at night
Other men who got the lockdown are free as a bird in flight

[Chorus x2]

[they don't love you like i love you]

Pretty interesting, but I'm not a big fan of such straightforward style usually.


She looked at me with the biggest brown eyes and she screamed at me: "Would you like to f**k?" "I'll cut off my hands if you cut out your eyes." It made sense to me. We slide up, mechanically set, for the perfect alibi of passion gone by. I'm all out of change and you're I-95. We're the couple that couldn't make the payments but kept the car anyway. If it's going to have to be like that then we might as well arrange the perfect set for the perfect fame.

[minionofmidas]

Hmm... not bad.

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Recall Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
Feed your head
Feed your head

[Reaganfan]

Odd music I don't know.

I'm here without you, baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
and tonight, there's only you and me.

[Tetro Kornbluth]

Cliche stuff, and dull.

This doesn't really work without the music to it, but meh:

I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I've got a cloak it's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I know a room full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.

[Speed of Sound]

A neat song, sends a really positive message. A little to basic for me though.

Believe The Bravery

The faces all around me they don't smile they just crack
Waiting for our ship to come but our ships not coming back
We do have time like pennies in a jar
What are we saving for [x2]

There's a smell of stale fear that's reeking from our skins.
The drinking never stops because the drinks absolve our sins
We sit and grow our roots through the floor
But what are we waiting for? [x2]

[chorus]
So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breathe
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe

Something's always coming you can hear it in the ground
It swells into the air
With the rising
Rising sound
And never comes but shakes the boards and rattles all the doors
What are we waiting for [x2]

[chorus]
So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breath
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe

I am hiding from some beast
But the beast was always here
Watching without eyes
Because the beast is just my fear
That I am just nothing
Now its just what I've become
What am I waiting for
Its already done

Oh

[chorus]
So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breath
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe

[Ban my account ffs!]

Whiny


You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray.
If you only knew, dear,
How much I love you;
Please don't take my sunshine away!

[Eraserhead]

An old standard. It's alright.


Bills Corpse- Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band (Trout Mask Replica, 1969)

Quietly the rain played down on last of the ashes
Quietly the light played down on her lashes
She smiled 'n twisted she smiled 'n twisted
Hideously looking back at what once was beautiful
Playing naturally magically
O' her ragged hair was shinin' red white 'n blue
All 'n all the children screamin'
Why surely madam you must be dreamin'
You couldn't have done this if you knew what you were doin'
Well the gold fish 'n the bowl lay upside down bloatin'
Full in the sky 'n the plains were bleached white with skeletons
Various species grouped together according
To their past beliefs
The only way they ever all got together was
Not in love but shameful grief
It's not the way I'd like it t' get together
That's not the kind of thoughts I'd like t' keep
The rain played lightly down, down on the formal heap
Old lady look up in time
Old lady look out of love
and you should have us all
Or you should have us fall

[Tetro Kornbluth]

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Hes so gay
Hes so gay
Hes very very gay
Hes so gay
Hes so gay
And he likes to be that way
With his keys all on the right
Hes into rubber every night
Hes so gay
Hes so gay
Hes almost everyone today

Hes okay
Hes okay
Hes got a role he wants to play
Hes okay
Hes okay
Hes just a cowboy for a day

Of course, his evenings not complete
Without some meat in the seat;
Lets skate away
Down santa monica today

Maybe he wants a little spanking
Maybe hell eat a little chain
Maybe his lover should be thanking him
For the way he makes it sprinkle
Into drops of golden rain

Hes so gay
Hes so gay
He rules the city in a way
You could say
You could say
Its sorta different today
All the taffeta and chintz
And every leather boys a prince
Hey hey hey!
Please dont look the other way

You could be just like him
Tomorrow!
Maybe youll get a chance
To borrow
(borrow)
His bouquet
And maybe later...maybe later
Well all be
Gay-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y!
Do you really wanna hurt me?

[AkSaber]

Unusual is one quality of it....

I was blue, just as blue as I could be
Ev'ry day was a cloudy day for me
Then good luck came a-knocking at my door
Skies were gray but they're not gray anymore

Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see

Bluebirds
Singing a song
Nothing but bluebirds
All day long

Never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly

Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on

[Gabu]

Kinda trite, but all right.

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Look at how she listens.
She says nothing of what she thinks.
Just listens to abuses,
And by the kitchen sink,

She thinks, "Hey!
Why do I live to this?
I'm latest on life
How did it end like this?"

Oh, and the roads in her heart fall
And she feels the weight of life,
And the colors mix together to grey.
Grey Street.

Begging now the difference,
She prays to God most every night.
Although she swears He doesn't listen,
There's hope in her that He just might.

She said, "I pray,
But they fall on deaf ears.
How am I supposed to take it all on myself
To get out of this place?"

But when the roads in her heart fall,
And then she rode the light in,
The pain now seems it's over,
And again she sees the pain.
And then the colors mix together to grey
On Grey Street.

It's all colored in again.
Take what you can from your dreams.
Make it real as anything -
Takes the work out of the courage.

She said, "Please,
There's someone sleeping outside my door
I live on the corner of Grey Street
And the end of the world."

And the wrong in her whole plan
Is as hopeless as the day she came.
And the man she calls her father
Ignores her and ignores her pain.

Oh, when I walk out in the morning
In all this sunlight
And all the colors mix together to grey
On Grey Street.

So don't lose your heaven.
Don't convince yourself you're done.
Just 'cause the things around you seem heavy
Doesn't mean you can't get off this ground.

When you hold me down in the heart now
Move out and the wait is over;
I might notice of your worry
One another, daylight.
And the colors mix together to grey
On Grey Street.

[Bacon King]

deep.

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I broke free on a Saturday morning!
I put the pedal to the floor,
headed north on Mills avenue
and listened to the engine roar.

My broken house behind me and good things ahead:
a girl named Cathy wants a little of my time.
Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking!
Ha! Listen to the engine whine!

I am gonna make it through this year
if it kills me.
I am gonna make it though this year
if it kills me.

I played video games in a drunken haze.
I was seventeen years young.
Hurt my knuckles punching the machines;
the taste of scotch rich on my tongue.

And then Cathy showed up and we hung out,
trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean.
Locking eyes, holding hands:
Twin High-Maintenance Machines!

I am gonna make it through this year
if it kills me.
I am gonna make it though this year
if it kills me.

I drove home in the California dusk.
I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum.
Pictured the look on my stepfather's face,
ready for the bad things to come.

I down shifted as i pulled into the driveway;
the motor screaming out, stuck in second gear.
The scene ends badly, as you might imagine,
in a cavalcade of anger and fear.

There will be feasting and dancing
in Jerusalem next year!

I am gonna make it through this year
if it kills me.
I am gonna make it though this year
if it kills me.

[they don't love you like i love you]

Kind of dumb

Slowly we peel away the layers and the light seeps through the cracks.
You whispered softly in my ear,
"the birth of mornings upon us, dear",
the bandages fell upon the floor.
And there was no one in that room.
It's quiet down the hallway where the doctors wash their hands.
Behind my eyes I feel the hollow jabs of your morphine kiss.
Your anesthetic voice is autographed upon my bones.
This reception died in vein.
In vain.
A tarnished angel leaves her ghost on the surface.
A jealous daughter starves to death for the mother as I awaited your return.
I wait for your return.
It seems the only way that I will ever feel alive.
Throw myself into my injuries and close my eyes.
I'd give anything to feel alive.
And I will wait for you tonight.
This scalpel carves a map for you.

[Tetro Kornbluth]

Overly Melodramatic and trite but shows actual talent.

Why does it hurt when I pee?
Why does it hurt when I pee?
I dont want no doctor
To stick no needle in me
Why does it hurt when I pee?
I got it from the toilet seat
I got it from the toilet seat
It jumped right up
n grabbed my meat
Got it from the toilet seat
My balls feel like a pair of maracas
My balls feel like a pair of maracas
Oh God I probably got the
Gon-o-ka-ka-khackus!
My balls feel like a pair of maracas
Ai-ee-ai-ee-ahhhh!
Why does it
Why does it
Why does it
Why does it hurt...when i
Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

[they don't love you like i love you]

DUMB

In good will gesture crowds color-coded words stand on tiptoe to shout, necks crane sore to watch people not like them beaten, attacked, and crushed beneath; flag-waving arms that learn to hit flag-burning infidels glistening with spit; flag-waving arms stretched upwards in support of white-minded individuals working to curb freedoms once fought for by peole in picket lines, by people on busrides, by people behind bedroom doors, by people in abortion clinics.

[Tetro Kornbluth]

I think you missed the point BRTD. Though I guess Zappa is the type of guy you can't judge on lyrics alone. As for your piece, it sounds too wordy to be genuinely musical - as if the artist wants to scream "OMG I'M IMPORTANT!!11" in regards to seems to be an obvious point.

In case of Sonic Attack on your district, follow these rules:

If you are making love it is imperative to bring all bodies to orgasm simultaneously.
Do not waste time blocking your ears.
Do not waste time seeking a "sound proofed" shelter.
Try to get as far away from the sonic source as possible
Do not panic
Do not panic

Use your wheels. It is what they are for.
Small babies may be placed inside the special cocoons
and should be left, if possible, in shelters.
Do not attempt to use your own limbs.
If no wheels are available - metal - not organic -
limbs should be employed whenever practical.

Remember:
In the case of sonic attack survival means
"Every man for himself"
Statistically more people survive if they think
only of themselves
Do not attempt to rescue friends, relatives, loved ones
You have only a few seconds to escape
Use those seconds sensibly or you will inevitably die
Think only of yourself
Think only of yourself
Do not panic
Think only of yourself
Think only of yourself

These are the first signs of sonic attack:
You will notice small objects - such as ornaments - oscillating
You will notice vibrations in your diaphragm
You will hear a distand hissing in your ears
You will feel the need to vomit
You will feel dizzy
You will have difficulty focussing
You will need to breathe more rapidly
There will be bleeding from orifices
There will be an ache in the pelvic region
You may be subject to fits of hysterical shouting or even laughter

These are all sign of imminent sonic destruction
Your only protection is flight
If you are less than ten years old
Remain in your shelter and use your cocoon
Remember - you can help no one else
You can help no one else
You can help no one else
Do not panic
Think only of yourself
Think only of yourself
Think only of yourself

Think only of yourself

Think only of yourself


Think only of yourself

[they don't love you like i love you]

Almost as dumb, and normally I'd like anything that mentions orgasms.

I went to a party last night.
What sick things I saw.
Makeout sessions and bicycle messengers,
Punks and art school dropouts.
I ran into this guy I knew
But hadn't seen in years.
We went into the neon kitchen and stole a couple beers.
He said his girl had dumped him
But there was another guy.
He said that he still liked her.
All I could say was,
"Why, why, oh why, oh why,
Why is it always like this?
Either you're too mean, or you're too nice."
He said, "I even cooked her breakfast."
So we went into the living room.
Someone was blasting Zeppelin.
It sounded good.
I felt ashamed.
I knew every drum fill.
Anyway, there she sat,
Totally kissing this guy.
They looked good, I mean like in love.
Then I remembered my friend.
He said, "How could you do this?
You said that you needed your space.
He's wearing the shirt that I gave you."
Then she said, "Why, why, oh why, oh why,
Why are you always like this?
If I'm having fun then it's breaking your heart.
Besides, you said I could have it."
Then the cops showed up.

[Tetro Kornbluth]

You're so literalist BRTD. Anyway your song sounds like millions of others; it's fairly pathetic and emo in it's own special way.

Given that's clear that you like some of the Music I've selected so far, I'll pick one from a band I've already used once - slightly different style though.

Sunlight bright upon my pillow
Lighter than an eiderdown
Will she let the weeping willow
Wind his branches round
Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams
Every night I turn the light out

Waiting for the velvet bride
Will the scaly armadillo
Find me where I'm hiding
Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams
Will the misty master break me
Will the key unlock my mind
Will the following footsteps catch me
Am I really dying
Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams
 

[minionofmidas]

Not sure what its about.

Aside - I knew Naso was an ignorant, but not recognizing White Rabbit?!?

We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy and his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whisky
And some of Bob's homegrown
We were so messed up we didn't know
Whether we were drunk or stoned
Randy was a sad-sack, tall and kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazy as all hell
Theyd been kicked out of high school several years ago
For pushin over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo
Since then they've done their little dance
Right outside the law
Popped twice in Oklahoma, once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me
To want to tag along
Cause I was raised a Christian
And I knew right from wrong

CHORUS:
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line your gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray

We stole two Charolais heifers from
Randy's sweetheart's paw
Sold them at the livestock sale
Outside of Wichita
We got $900 and never did suspect
The world of hurt we'd be in once
We cashed that check
Next day we heard the story
On the local radio
Made our plans that very night
To go to Mexico
I swear we would have made it
If it wasn't for that shine
I got sick about the time
We crossed that Kansas line

CHORUS

I was layin in the bar ditch
Prayin I would die
When a light come on above us
And a voice come from the sky
A half a dozen unmarked cars
Came screeching to a halt
They grabbed Bob, he started screamin
It was all my fault
There were men and dogs
And helicopter buzzin all around
They had the brothers on the Pickup hood
And me down on the ground
Bob flew all to pieces but Randy he held tight
When a black man in a suit and tie
Stepped into the light
He told his men to turn us loose
They put down their guns
He said these are just some sorry kids, they ain't the ones

CHORUS

They left us by the roadside
Down hearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel
Said boys I'm going home
We turned around to face our fate
Downhearted but alive
On that mornin in late April, Oklahoma 95

CHORUS
 
 

[they don't love you like i love you]

Anyway your song sounds like millions of others; it's fairly pathetic and emo in it's own special way.

You're missing the point. Read it just words, not as lyrics. It reads just like a reply to a question like "so what did you do last night?"

Also the song is called "Bad Scene, Everybody's Fault". Very appropriate, perfect description.

Lewis' is another one of those that's narrated too straightforward without the quirkiness of that one I posted for me to like.

I see you headless with me caressing your neck.
My personal nightfall.
An eclipse of the sunflowers.
I feel so invisible.
So unknown.
A coffin of dust.
An illegible tombstone.
They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky.
I need to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth.

[Eraserhead]

"Personal nightfall"? Sounds pretty emo.

Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side.

Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side.

Oh the Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.

Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.

When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And then we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side.

I've learned to hate Russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.

But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side.

In a many dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.

So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God's on our side
He'll stop the next war.

[Tetro Kornbluth]

Cool, though fairly typical "rebellious" song.

I just took a ride
in a silver machine
and I'm still feeling mean
I got a silver machine
Do you want to ride
see yourself going by
other side of the sky
Well I got a silver machine
It flies sideways through time
It's an electric line
To your Zodiac sign
It flies out of a dream
It's anti-septically clean
You're gonna know where I've been
In my silver machine