What are Yea Forums's favourite song lyrics?
>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've borrowed it
Song lyrics are technically literature
Jackson Brown
Noah Murphy
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall
Dial the combination, open the priest hole
And if I'm in I'll tell you (what's behind the wall)
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?
Brayden Sanchez
The car is on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death
The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
It went like this:
The buildings toppled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies
Picked through the rubble
And pulled out their hair
The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze
I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful -
These are truly the last days"
You grabbed my hand
And we fell into it
Like a daydream
Or a fever
We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it's the valley of death
I open up my wallet
And it's full of blood
Brandon Torres
most underrated album ever
Jackson Peterson
Eat, drink, and be merry
For tomorrow we die
Eat electricity
Drink five of the seven seas
Here is paralyzed sleet
Here is bubble bath rain
Acrid stench and festering tongue
New York to Moscow, Nairobi in flames
I don't know either
What is the answer?
We were told to expect more
And now that we've got more
We want more
We want more
We have moved from A to X
This welfare state is our progress
The size of it all carries us along
More equals better, it's what we want
Our energy is endless, it seems
It's there when we need it
We've got men on the job
We finance clinics to research
A cure for cancer, our least vague fear
A new kind of water
A new way of breathing
Always, somehow, a wonder cure-all
Turns up when we need it
We've got men on the job
They've got some odd men in odd jobs
We have moved from A to Z
This nuclear state is our demise
Fly away Peter, hide away Paul
Who can watch as the Earth burns, shatters, and dies?
Fail-safe, foolproof, we've heard that before
Good sense is needed
Let's hope we've got men on the job
The size of it all carries us along
More equals better, it's what we want
You know from experience
Your body would choose all this
Ayden Howard
If tomorrow all my things were gone
I'd work for all my life.
And I had had to start again,
With just my children and my wife.
And I'd think my lucky stars to be livin' here today,
Cause the flag still stand for freedom and they can't take that away
And I'm proud to be an American
Where at least I know I'm free
And I won't forget the ones who died who gave that right to me
And I'll gladly STAND UP next to you and defend her still today
Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land, GOD BLESS THE USA.
Daniel Cruz
I'm not American, but I really like this song.
Ian Jackson
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops
Nigga had to run cause I had meds in my socks
Hit the rocky road and I led em to the projects
Whole hood outdoors they in the street tryna stop em
Fuck a calling card cause fuck a fucking cock block
Fucked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks
All them bitches round tryna trip me out my cock
Trapping out a four door old Carrera with the drop
I been in the trenches what these niggas call pork n beans
Chillin with the Zoes that’s my family that’s my Ahks
Cook it watch it roll round the pot then they come shop
Playin with the spider they pull up and then they chop
Niggas round here funny
We cook up the bunnies
I done showed my chest
Bitches say they want me
I don’t know the rest
Niggas ain’t no slimey
Josiah Morgan
There's a simple diagnosis for this vicious symbiosis
Feel the growth of rogue psychosis
We are the cause, we are the cure
Across each continent and nation
Spread without discrimination,
We refuse our medication, yet inject the virus pure.
Father, mother, sister, brother. Everyone infects each other.
Insidious, incestuous love?
(A feeling more akin to hate)
Vying constantly for power
And changing sides with every hour,
In homes built with machine-gun-towers,
(the sights trained on the garden-gate).
Seems we made our greatest error when we named it at the start
For though we called it 'Human-Nature' – it was 'Cancer Of The Heart'
We try to leave the past behind us
Racing onwards, blind and mindless
Now the milk of human kindness won't serve for one cup of tea
We sate the hunger, quench the thirst
Then lock our doors, expect the worst
Be sure and always do to others first what they could do to thee!
It's the biggest contradiction, in terms language could impact
Something neither humane or natural – just 'Cancer Of The Heart'
It's replicating culture sprawls when you see red as 'Rose-Bengal'
The anti-body's common sense, intolerance it's best defence.
Microscopic minds can't diagnose the cause before
the symptom shows.
A grave threat to the rational health
(be your own physician - heal thyself!).
Seems the biggest contradiction-in-terms language could impart,
Something neither humane or natural – just 'Cancer Of The Heart'
To show compassion makes you weak,
So don't dare turn the other cheek.
Try hard to hide the fear you feel
With a heart of stone and nerves of steel.
A naked-ape in the human-zoo.
You amaze me with the things you do.
I watch your pride before the fall,
And realise l don't belong at all.
Jayden Myers
From the dusty mesa her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote
She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood
In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom
And strange hunger haunted me, the looming shadows danced
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the trembling hands
When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold
The mountain cats will come to drag away your bones
And rise with me forever across the silent sand
And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands
Jaxon Rodriguez
It was Coney Island, they called Coney Island the playground of the world
There was no place like it, in the whole world, like Coney Island when I was a youngster
No place in the world like it, and it was so fabulous.
Now it's shrunk down to almost nothing...
you see
And, uh, I still remember in my mind how things used to be, and...
uh, you know, I feel very bad
But people from all over the world came here...
from all over the world...
it was the playground they called it the playground of the world...
over here
Anyways, you see, I...
uh...
you know...
I even got, when I was very small, I even got lost at Coney Island, but they found me...
on the...
on the beach
And we used to sleep on the beach here, sleep overnight.
they don't do that anymore.
Things changed...
you see
They don't sleep anymore on the beach
Nicholas Nguyen
Jaxon Anderson
Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light
Wyatt Ramirez
In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen
Stands a solitary candle
At the center of it all
Your eyes
Something happened on the day he died
Spirit rose a metre then stepped aside
Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried
(I'm a blackstar, I'm a blackstar)
Lucas Lee
Über dem Narbengelände
Das langsam verschwindet
So nur Phantomschmerz bleibt
Es dringt kaum hörbar ein fieses Lachen
Aus der roten Info-Box
Und in den Gräbern wird leise rotiert
Alles nur künftige Ruinen
Material für die nächste Schicht
Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
Melancholia, mon cher
Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
Schwebt über der neuen Stadt
Und über dem Land
Über den Schaltzentralen
Über dem Stoppelfeld aus Beton
Über den heimlichen Bunkeranlagen
Die nicht wegzukriegen sind
Marlene go home!
Auch über dem Marlene-Dietrich-Platz
Die neuen Tempel haben schon Risse
Künftige Ruinen
Einst wächst Gras auch über diese Stadt
Über ihrer letzten Schicht
Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
Melancholia, mon cher
Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
Schwebt über der neuen Stadt
Und über dem Land
Im zerschnittenen Himmel
Von den Jets zur Übung zerflogen
Hängt sie mit ausgebreiteten Schwingen
Ohne Schlaf, und starren Blicks
In Richtung Trümmer
Hinter ihr die Zukunft aufgetürmt
Steigt sie langsam immer höher
Übersieht letztendlich das ganze Land
Was ist die Befindlichkeit des Landes?
Was ist die Befindlichkeit des Landes?
Was ist die Befindlichkeit des Landes?
Was ist die Befindlichkeit des Landes?
Aiden Hughes
Alternatively this one:
Кpыши дoмoв дpoжaт пoд тяжecтью днeй,
Heбecный пacтyх пaceт oблaкa,
Гopoд cтpeляeт в нoчь дpoбью oгнeй,
Ho нoчь cильнeй, ee влacть вeликa.
Teм, ктo лoжитcя cпaть - Cпoкoйнoгo cнa.
Cпoкoйнaя нoчь.
Я ждaл этo вpeмя, и вoт этo вpeмя пpишлo,
Te, ктo мoлчaл, пepecтaли мoлчaть.
Te, кoмy нeчeгo ждaть, caдятcя в ceдлo,
Их нe дoгнaть, yжe нe дoгнaть.
Teм, ктo лoжитcя cпaть - Cпoкoйнoгo cнa.
Cпoкoйнaя нoчь.
Coceди пpихoдят, им cлышитcя cтyк кoпыт,
Meшaют ycнyть, тpeвoжaт их coн.
Te, кoмy нeчeгo ждaть, oтпpaвляютcя в пyть
Te, ктo cпaceн, тe, ктo cпaceн.
Teм, ктo лoжитcя cпaть - Cпoкoйнoгo cнa.
Cпoкoйнaя нoчь.
Matthew James
Elijah Sanchez
I like this one a lot.
>i can't answer why
>but i can tell you how
Alexander Jones
sorry i can't read nazi
Jaxon Lopez
There's a rusty light on the pines tonight, sun pouring wine, Lord, or marrow
Into the bones of the birches and the spires of the churches jutting out from the shadow
And the yoke and the axe and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope in the mouth of the south below
Jordan Flores
Sad deserted shores
Your fickle friends are leaving
O, but then you know
It's time for them to go
So count the storms of winter
And then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows
And who knows how the time goes
Aiden Cook
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
’Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere
He told himself he didn’t care, pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in
Maybe she’ll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate
People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate
Andrew Cook
>not the literary masterpiece ‘hustlers don’t stop, they keep gooing’