Favourite song lyric? (house, Piano, Hang, Piano, Piano)

////\oo/\\\\ · 12-03-2007, 05:40 PM

Currently, from Degausser by Brand New off the album The Devil and God are Raging Inside of Me:

Take me, take me, back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
Say, I don't mind you under my skin
I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in

When we were made, we were set apart
A life is a test and I get that much
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins
The storm is coming, the storm is coming...

djchameleon · 12-04-2007, 09:48 AM

And I'm brainless
Which means I'm headless
Like Ichabod Crane is
Or foreplay-less sex is
Which makes me stainless
With no neck left to hang the chain with
Which makes me necklace-less
Like a necklace theft
And I ain't used my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest 'bout the best, fair F-F-jet in the nest
Who exudes confidence and excess depth
Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues
My snorkle is a tuba, Lu the ruler around these seas
Westside Poseidon, Westside beside'em, chest high and rising
Almost touching the knees of stewardess and the pilot
Lucky they make it flowered
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves
David Blaine
Make it rain
Make a boat
I make a plane
Then, I pull the plug and I make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again..(Westside)

~DaRk-EyE~ · 12-05-2007, 12:14 PM

"Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one"

-Yellowcard

vintage lace · 12-05-2007, 12:23 PM

I like the lyrics to Miss Black America's 'Talk Hard', especially the line "Fourteen long years of school and all I learned was to fail..." because thats something I could relate to!

ProggyMan · 12-05-2007, 05:13 PM

Now after all these years you are at last opening was it worth all that war just to win
So caught up in the speed of the days in your sin
Don't forget how the story begins no
Don't forget now.
-Patrick Wolf, Overture

~~jgreen~~ · 12-05-2007, 07:53 PM

The boy in the bubble and the baby with the baboon heart! Paul Simon

katiexdollface · 12-05-2007, 09:30 PM

And we will burn the fleet,
We can never go home;
It's on to victory or under ground.
Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts
But we won't be turned around.

-burn the fleet by Thrice

Pasolvon · 12-07-2007, 07:44 AM

I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or a dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops with me

holdyoualways · 12-07-2007, 08:50 AM

currently;

sweetest girl by wyclef jean

Closed legs don’t get fed, go out there and make my bread
All you wanna know is where my money at?
She ended up in a roll call, bruised up, scarred hard
All you wanna know is where my money at?
She thought he’d call

thats my favorite lyric of the whole song

mjscarousal · 12-07-2007, 05:51 PM

Right now, I'm really digging these lyrics. There incredible and when Ms. Billie Holiday sings it she bleeds into the song. I love it, its so much emotion. Real good stuff.

Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

By: Lewis allen Song by: Billie Holiday

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12-03-2007, 05:40 PM
////\oo/\\\\ Groupie Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Scotland Posts: 32	Currently, from Degausser by Brand New off the album The Devil and God are Raging Inside of Me: Take me, take me, back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head Say, I don't mind you under my skin I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in When we were made, we were set apart A life is a test and I get that much Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins The storm is coming, the storm is coming...
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12-04-2007, 09:48 AM
djchameleon Music Addict Join Date: Aug 2006 Posts: 538	And I'm brainless Which means I'm headless Like Ichabod Crane is Or foreplay-less sex is Which makes me stainless With no neck left to hang the chain with Which makes me necklace-less Like a necklace theft And I ain't used my headrest yet They said they need proof like a vestless chest 'bout the best, fair F-F-jet in the nest Who exudes confidence and excess depth Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe Around these leagues My snorkle is a tuba, Lu the ruler around these seas Westside Poseidon, Westside beside'em, chest high and rising Almost touching the knees of stewardess and the pilot Lucky they make it flowered Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves David Blaine Make it rain Make a boat I make a plane Then, I pull the plug and I make it drain Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again..(Westside)

12-05-2007, 12:14 PM
~DaRk-EyE~ Groupie Join Date: Dec 2007 Posts: 14	"Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you You are my only one I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you do You are my only, my only one" -Yellowcard __________________ Rock CD Reviews

12-05-2007, 12:23 PM
vintage lace Groupie Join Date: Nov 2007 Posts: 18	I like the lyrics to Miss Black America's 'Talk Hard', especially the line "Fourteen long years of school and all I learned was to fail..." because thats something I could relate to!

12-05-2007, 05:13 PM
ProggyMan Reformed Jackass Join Date: Sep 2007 Posts: 2,715	Now after all these years you are at last opening was it worth all that war just to win So caught up in the speed of the days in your sin Don't forget how the story begins no Don't forget now. -Patrick Wolf, Overture __________________ Shut the fuck up and recognize what you holding ain't really broken. -Ian Bavitz If Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship he coulda' snatched two unicorns and left behind the mother fuckin' pigs. -Ian Bavitz I <3: Crowquill is cool. Sorta. I hate the Fall Of Troy. And Joy Division. And West Side Story.

12-05-2007, 07:53 PM
~~jgreen~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: St, Louis, Mo. Posts: 17	The boy in the bubble and the baby with the baboon heart! Paul Simon

12-05-2007, 09:30 PM
katiexdollface Groupie Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: the dirty jerz Posts: 38	And we will burn the fleet, We can never go home; It's on to victory or under ground. Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts But we won't be turned around. -burn the fleet by Thrice

12-07-2007, 07:44 AM
Pasolvon Groupie Join Date: Dec 2007 Posts: 5	I can't remember anything Can't tell if this is true or a dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops with me

12-07-2007, 08:50 AM
holdyoualways Smells like piss Join Date: May 2005 Location: Snowy, cold, miserable Pennsylvania Posts: 1,126	currently; sweetest girl by wyclef jean Closed legs don’t get fed, go out there and make my bread All you wanna know is where my money at? She ended up in a roll call, bruised up, scarred hard All you wanna know is where my money at? She thought he’d call thats my favorite lyric of the whole song __________________ Damn, you look good & I'm drunk CLICK

12-07-2007, 05:51 PM
mjscarousal Music Addict Join Date: Nov 2007 Posts: 79	Right now, I'm really digging these lyrics. There incredible and when Ms. Billie Holiday sings it she bleeds into the song. I love it, its so much emotion. Real good stuff. Strange Fruit Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop. By: Lewis allen Song by: Billie Holiday __________________