Meaningful lyrics

~~hiu~~ · 05-25-2005, 10:14 PM

"Razors In The Night"

Running away, something better ahead
But you gotta think fast before it's too late
Just one cut around your head
Just one minute and you'll call me dead

You better watch out for the razors in the night
You better leave out the razors in the night

Backstreet boys wear boots and braces
Razor blades and angry faces
Too much tension, too much fear
What the hell are we doing here

Murder is the biggest prize in sport
Cause violence is the only game you've been taught
A pool of warm blood is your prize
Or a cold blade across your eyes

Babygoth · 05-31-2005, 09:42 AM

I think some meaningul lyricas um well even the heaviest bands have meaningful lyrics like korns thoughtless thats a cool song "I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me and i pull the trigger and your down down down" very meaningful and depresseing I like it!

Static-Fear-Shot · 05-31-2005, 08:35 PM

Mad World - Gary Jules

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world

hookers with machineguns · 06-03-2005, 09:33 PM

Reagan Youth- Degenerated

What's Johnny doin' out on Tuesday night?
When Johnny can't read and Johnny can't write
Johnny just don't understand
Johnny don't care about this world
As long as he can **** a girl
And prove that he's a man

Johnny wastes his days eatin' ludes
He's a teenage vegetable
Getting high proves that he's cool
Johnny hates to think, he's ignorant
He's a blind and brainwashed pig
Ring a bell, he starts to drool

Degenerated! Degenerated! And you minds have vegetated!
Degenerated! Degenerated! And your thoughts are constipated!

He's got P.C.P. in his veins
He's got a void in his brain
He's addicted to the T.V.
And when he's old, he's gonna have a son
They'll both grow old deaf and dumb
What's to become of young Johnny?

nooky · 10-26-2009, 04:13 AM

how bout this?

How can we achieve anarchy if we don't know what it means?
Do we even want anarchy that illusionistic dream?
They say they see no reason for discontent
In this period of free enterprise, is evolution spent?
Say their progress is insallable, presented indisguised
Decisions made for all is their responsibility?
They forecast better ways to better days; onwards they seek progress no matter what it takes

From left to right to all the prats in the middle
From the judge to the preacher to the sinners and the cynical
From the Godley to the gullible to the vicious and viable
The globe turns slowly while the governed and ungovernable
Slay it out in the never ending search for righteousness, immaculate success
Their space to possess seems to be what makes their clock tick, but to us it ****ing stinks
When met with resistance, they stamp on it until it breaks
Their society remains secret and although we know their name
We are the pawns on the world's chessboard in one big multi-national game
There's still no end in sight but still we know we're right
We must somehow struggle on up while they go racing to the top
Then Whitehouse "V" the squat, a challenge I think not
Resist every move they make by fulfilling our own hearts
Not by backing off and dropping out, get in there for a start
If you're looking for some proof of this how much more proof do you need
When constantly and hopelessly we fail and they succeed

There's no compassion in here
My fingers keep curling into fists these days
No one smiles on the streets these days
And there's no compassion
Hit the wall a substitute for a face
You can look but you can't touch
You can see but you can't have
Keep crawling to the end of the week
And there's no compassion

Breath heavy to pretend it's fun
Raise the cover to protect your pride
Ignore the failure that you see in the glass
Paint the flesh to hide the scar
And there's no compassion

A million people died in the middle of your breakfast
A million people died in the middle of your favorite love song
A million people died in the middle of your racist joke
A million people died in the middle of your favorite TV programme
A million people died in the middle of your lovemaking
A million people died in the middle of your pop stars interview
A million people died in the middle of your video game
A million people died in the middle of your sexist
A million people died in the middle of your mass debating
A million people died in the middle of your politicians lying
A million people died in the middle of your silence
A million people died in the middle of your stocks and shares
A million people died in the middle of your royal variety performance
A million people died in the middle of your debutante's ball
A million people died in the middle of your day out at Ascot
A million people died in the middle of a Conflict gig!

Separation is complete. A mind to domesticate, condition, compete
Clinical birth control, the sterlised setting
Syringed into being, life is just beginning
Mask of the surgeon, eyes of the blind, rubber band caressing, welcome to mankind
The brain perceives the fear, tender beats the heart
Slapped into life programming starts
Wanted and needed
Wanted from birth to fit in the jigsaw puzzle
Trained don't strain against the muzzle
Force-fed, prostituted, brainwashed that's called learning
Blindfolded, prejudiced, an outcome predetermined
Needed to die and not question why
Follow in ignorance, a comfortable prison
Kept in the dark so they can be free. Spit in the eyes so you will never see

The kid aims the cap gun, points it at my cranium
I am supposed to put my hands up, but I don't want to die that way
Mentally or physically, para-psychologically, whose responsibility?

Is it to feed their profiteering tolerated as long as your mind is fearing?
Right where they want you beaten back into submission
Right where they want you in a missionary position
Needed to promote their glory of possession
To accept and be grateful yet ask no questions
To believe in love and their guiding hand
To obey in humility and never understand

I was feeling alright, yeah just me and the night; I was walking through a white tiled subway
I heard the sound of voices around the corner shouting
The sound of broken glass, no one was there
I looked at my reflection in the puddles in the street
It looked so messed up I just kept moving my feet
To the beat and rhythm of my heart, not much I know but I see it as a start
Because I'm counting the heads to see how many are left, the fingers of one hand stretching
And this feeling of apathy keeps coming quite suddenly - well if something's gonna come, when's it coming?

While you're jumping on the spot, all the freshness starts to rot
And another inspiration fades away. And still you sell your dignity
Still you sell your dignity time after time
And I wonder where lies your pride, does it wait in there inside?
Is it waiting for the moment when you let your heart speak?
Is it waiting for the moment when you act out your own beliefs?
Is it waiting for the moment when you drop your false act?
Is it waiting for the moment when you face the facts?
That you're pumping your life for someone else's ideas
That you're living your life under someone else's fear
That it's time to shift your vision, time to move your head
Get up out of submission. I'm counting heads, how many are left?

The fingers of one hand keep stretching. The fingers of both hands keep stretching
And all I see is "Rock 'n' Roll". All I hear is "Rock 'n' Roll"

I turn the pages of the book, and force my weary eyes to look
At the product of our modern world, at the product of our civilised world
And a child's face looks out at me, questioning why does this have to be?
And I can't find any answer, not that dead ears can hear - do I make myself clear?
It's been said that we must progress for humanity, but looking at the truth of that mockery
I wonder if our minds have progressed anywhere, and I wonder if there's any humanity there
The sightless eyes looking at me, questioning why does this have to be
And I can't find any answers not that dead ears can hear - do I make myself clear?

If you're an activist not while getting pissed,
if you're gonna do something make sure you don't miss
That's a dangerous game to play what use are you if you're banged up?
You can't beat them on the streets, so duck and dive a little, hide the fiddles
Play them at their own game, stay with them all the way
Know what and why they are doing things and create alternatives
Police are still snooping, awaiting the big nick
Like fishermen baiting the fish, tempting us to take the risk

This time, this time they've made the impossible.
The new aids infection from EMI the treatment to replace the old spermicide

Lost_At_22 · 11-01-2009, 03:48 AM

BUSINESS by BIOHAZARD

I'm fed up, I've had it up to here
Tell me what is good for me and my career
**** you and your selfish advice
You've never been loyal to the same things twice
In your sheltered little lives, you don't know the scene
Doing as you're told, puppets of the big machine
Changing faces, revolving door hypocrisy
Who do you work for now, yeah, I see

[Chorus I:]

Music's for you and me
Not the ****ing industry
You ****ing tell us what is cool
You see we came from different schools

You got no crowd but you got a big push
Kissing asses till your pride turns into mush
You might change your style for the record company
Fingers down your throat, you heave your integrity

You're weak, give it up, throw the towel and the flag in
And get your pussy ass off the mother****in' bandwagon
Never for a minute were you real in the first place
So far up someone's ass you got **** on your face

[Chorus II:]

Music's for you and me
Not the ****ing industry
You ****ing tell us what is cool
You see we came from different schools
To us it matters what you say
Not the ****ing games you play
You're full of ****, it's plain to see
The whole damn ****ing industry

If you think for a minute this song's about you
Step the **** back, cuz it's probably true
The message in the music is the reason that we're in this
Music is for you and me, not the ****ing industry
Try to tell us what is cool, we came from different schools
It only matters what you say, not the ****in' games you play
Full of ****, it's plain to see, the whole damn ****in' industry

[Chorus II]

ElephantSack · 11-04-2009, 05:26 PM

A throwback from my childhood is Offspring's "Smash". I know that I wouldn't even consider them a punk band anymore. But Smash was definitely their seminal album, and basically, it was all downhill from there. Particularly the course from the title track of the album:

I'm not a trendy as$hole.
Do what I want.
Do what I feel like.
I'm not a trendy as$hole.
Don't give a f@ck
if it's good enough for you,
'cuz I'm alive.

Basically the basic sentiment behind punk rock to begin with. The initial "**** this!" mentality that spawned the whole generation. Although it came from an album and a band that had nothing to do with the initial punk rock movement, it captured it in words that nobody else really did. I guess the Offspring really used up their credibility and fury in a couple of large shots, but to me, it was definitely worth it. You get a few of my buddies and me in a living room and put that record on after we've had a few, it's not long before were huddled in the middle of the floor, screaming the lyrics.

Another song from that album that captures the same "Do or die" attitude is the first track, "Nitro: Youth Energy".

We are the ones who are living under the gun everyday.
You might be gone before you know.

So live like there's tomorrow.
(Ain't gonna waste this life)
There's no tomorrow.
(You ain't gonna live it for me)
There's no tomorrow.
(Ain't gonna waste this life)
There's no tomorrow.
(You ain't gonna live it for me)
There's no tomorrow.

Waldo Jeffers · 11-13-2009, 04:53 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Urban Hatemonger

Wanna know what the music industry is really like?

They said release ’remote control’
But we didn’t want it on the label
They said, fly to amsterdam
The people laughed but the press went mad

Ooh ooh ooh someone’s really smart
Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that’s a laugh

On the last tour my mates couldn’t get in
I’d open up the back door but they’d get run out again
At every hotel we was met by the law
Come for the party - come to make sure!

Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong?
Ooh ooh ooh complete control, even over this song

They said we’d be artistically free
When we signed that bit of paper
They meant let’s make a lotsa mon-ee
An’ worry about it later

Ooh ooh ooh I’ll never understand
Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand!

All over the news spread fast
They’re dirty, they’re filthy
They ain’t gonna last!

This is joe public speaking
I’m controlled in the body, controlled in the mind

Total
C-o-n control - that means you!

I saw the thread name and hoped The Clash would have some song in here. I'd add something like "Death and Glory" or "Clampdown" too (to be the typical person and go to London Calling). "Straight To Hell" is good too.

Rocknroll_Animal · 06-09-2010, 04:43 AM

Extract from "Don't Die" by Richard Hell...

The air is cool today
The time is drawing near
My walls are white and so is
My brain afloat in self-made fear
A banal feeling of the sort
I ain't insane but
No fate... worse than
To never leave yourself and
It's as well the most repulsive pain

The air is cool today
That whistles through my ribs
My skull is full of sand that
Dribbles down upon my bib
I call out 'baby' but her
Face looks like a clock and
Tick tock... alive
Triumphant victims so
Surprised we can't recover from the shock

Me... I
Like a joke as much as
Anybody else, but
Some are rough...

Yeah... when the
Joke's on you, though you're the
Joker too, you've had enough

Then... when there is
No-one there, because there's
Nothing there, you call...
Your bluff

Richard Hell was always so much better at describing what I feel than I ever could... it's basically the awareness of yourself being a louse, and being shaped from a bit of a dodgy mould. It's really true - to never leave yourself is well and truly the most repulsive pain.

CaptainAwesome · 06-16-2010, 11:52 AM

Rise Against - Survive

"Somewhere between happy, and total ****ing wreck
Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge
To spend your waking moments simply killing time
Is to give up on your hopes and dreams and give up on your..

Life for you has been less than kind
So take a number, stand in line
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt
But how we survive is what makes us who we are

An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile
A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile
I shirk my obligations, I miss all your dead lines
I excel at quitting early, and ****ing up my life

Life for you has been less than kind
So take a number, stand in line
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt
But how we survive is what makes us who we are

All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day
Everything always works out, I have never felt so ****ing great
All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day
Everything always works out, I have never felt so great

(Life isn't like this)x4
Life isn't like this life x2 (Life isn't like this)x3

Are we verging on an answer, or ****ing up our...

Life for you has been less than kind
So take a number, stand in line
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt
But how we survive is what makes us who we are

(Who we are)
It�s what makes us who we are
(Who we are)
Makes us who we are
(Who we are)
It�s what makes us who we are
(Who we are)"

Lyrically it is simpler and more self-explanatory than most of the band's songs, but while going through a period of quite bad depression, this song helped me alot... Like it says, "how we survive is what makes us who we are", not the **** that happens to us, cos **** happens, it happens to everyone, so don't wallow in self pity, just survive!

05-31-2005, 08:35 PM	#23 (permalink)
Static-Fear-Shot Music Addict Join Date: May 2005 Posts: 134	Mad World - Gary Jules All around me are familiar faces Worn out places Worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races Going no where Going no where Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression No expression Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow No tomorrow No tomorrow And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles its a very very Mad world Mad world Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy birthday Happy birthday And I feel the way that every child should Sit and listen Sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me No one knew me Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson Look right through me Look right through me And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles its a very very Mad world Mad world Mad world __________________ Fight or be Finished

06-03-2005, 09:33 PM	#24 (permalink)
hookers with machineguns Music Addict Join Date: Dec 2004 Posts: 1,753	Reagan Youth- Degenerated What's Johnny doin' out on Tuesday night? When Johnny can't read and Johnny can't write Johnny just don't understand Johnny don't care about this world As long as he can ** a girl And prove that he's a man Johnny wastes his days eatin' ludes He's a teenage vegetable Getting high proves that he's cool Johnny hates to think, he's ignorant He's a blind and brainwashed pig Ring a bell, he starts to drool Degenerated! Degenerated! And you minds have vegetated! Degenerated! Degenerated! And your thoughts are constipated! He's got P.C.P. in his veins He's got a void in his brain He's addicted to the T.V. And when he's old, he's gonna have a son They'll both grow old deaf and dumb What's to become of young Johnny? __________________ LASTFM**

11-01-2009, 03:48 AM	#26 (permalink)
Lost_At_22 Music Addict Join Date: Jun 2007 Location: London Posts: 86	BUSINESS by BIOHAZARD I'm fed up, I've had it up to here Tell me what is good for me and my career ** you and your selfish advice You've never been loyal to the same things twice In your sheltered little lives, you don't know the scene Doing as you're told, puppets of the big machine Changing faces, revolving door hypocrisy Who do you work for now, yeah, I see [Chorus I:] Music's for you and me Not the ing industry You ing tell us what is cool You see we came from different schools You got no crowd but you got a big push Kissing asses till your pride turns into mush You might change your style for the record company Fingers down your throat, you heave your integrity You're weak, give it up, throw the towel and the flag in And get your pussy ass off the motherin' bandwagon Never for a minute were you real in the first place So far up someone's ass you got on your face [Chorus II:] Music's for you and me Not the ing industry You ing tell us what is cool You see we came from different schools To us it matters what you say Not the ing games you play You're full of , it's plain to see The whole damn ing industry If you think for a minute this song's about you Step the back, cuz it's probably true The message in the music is the reason that we're in this Music is for you and me, not the ing industry Try to tell us what is cool, we came from different schools It only matters what you say, not the in' games you play Full of , it's plain to see, the whole damn **in' industry [Chorus II] __________________ So please don't keep on asking If theres something wrong 'cause you know damn well if I was fine I would've never ever written this song

11-04-2009, 05:26 PM	#27 (permalink)
ElephantSack Man vs. Wild Turkey Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: ATX Posts: 948	A throwback from my childhood is Offspring's "Smash". I know that I wouldn't even consider them a punk band anymore. But Smash was definitely their seminal album, and basically, it was all downhill from there. Particularly the course from the title track of the album: I'm not a trendy as$hole. Do what I want. Do what I feel like. I'm not a trendy as$hole. Don't give a f@ck if it's good enough for you, 'cuz I'm alive. Basically the basic sentiment behind punk rock to begin with. The initial "** this!" mentality that spawned the whole generation. Although it came from an album and a band that had nothing to do with the initial punk rock movement, it captured it in words that nobody else really did. I guess the Offspring really used up their credibility and fury in a couple of large shots, but to me, it was definitely worth it. You get a few of my buddies and me in a living room and put that record on after we've had a few, it's not long before were huddled in the middle of the floor, screaming the lyrics. Another song from that album that captures the same "Do or die" attitude is the first track, "Nitro: Youth Energy". We are the ones who are living under the gun everyday. You might be gone before you know. So live like there's tomorrow. (Ain't gonna waste this life) There's no tomorrow. (You ain't gonna live it for me) There's no tomorrow. (Ain't gonna waste this life) There's no tomorrow. (You ain't gonna live it for me) There's no tomorrow. __________________ OF THE SUN**

06-09-2010, 04:43 AM	#29 (permalink)
Rocknroll_Animal Music Addict Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: Beautiful Gardens Posts: 65	Extract from "Don't Die" by Richard Hell... The air is cool today The time is drawing near My walls are white and so is My brain afloat in self-made fear A banal feeling of the sort I ain't insane but No fate... worse than To never leave yourself and It's as well the most repulsive pain The air is cool today That whistles through my ribs My skull is full of sand that Dribbles down upon my bib I call out 'baby' but her Face looks like a clock and Tick tock... alive Triumphant victims so Surprised we can't recover from the shock Me... I Like a joke as much as Anybody else, but Some are rough... Yeah... when the Joke's on you, though you're the Joker too, you've had enough Then... when there is No-one there, because there's Nothing there, you call... Your bluff Richard Hell was always so much better at describing what I feel than I ever could... it's basically the awareness of yourself being a louse, and being shaped from a bit of a dodgy mould. It's really true - to never leave yourself is well and truly the most repulsive pain. __________________ You make me __

05-25-2005, 10:14 PM	#21 (permalink)
~~hiu~~ Account Disabled Join Date: May 2005 Posts: 1,174	"Razors In The Night" Running away, something better ahead But you gotta think fast before it's too late Just one cut around your head Just one minute and you'll call me dead You better watch out for the razors in the night You better leave out the razors in the night Backstreet boys wear boots and braces Razor blades and angry faces Too much tension, too much fear What the hell are we doing here Murder is the biggest prize in sport Cause violence is the only game you've been taught A pool of warm blood is your prize Or a cold blade across your eyes

05-31-2005, 09:42 AM	#22 (permalink)
Babygoth Music Addict Join Date: May 2005 Location: Iowa Posts: 29	I think some meaningul lyricas um well even the heaviest bands have meaningful lyrics like korns thoughtless thats a cool song "I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me and i pull the trigger and your down down down" very meaningful and depresseing I like it!

10-26-2009, 04:13 AM	#25 (permalink)
nooky Groupie Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 1	how bout this? How can we achieve anarchy if we don't know what it means? Do we even want anarchy that illusionistic dream? They say they see no reason for discontent In this period of free enterprise, is evolution spent? Say their progress is insallable, presented indisguised Decisions made for all is their responsibility? They forecast better ways to better days; onwards they seek progress no matter what it takes From left to right to all the prats in the middle From the judge to the preacher to the sinners and the cynical From the Godley to the gullible to the vicious and viable The globe turns slowly while the governed and ungovernable Slay it out in the never ending search for righteousness, immaculate success Their space to possess seems to be what makes their clock tick, but to us it ****ing stinks When met with resistance, they stamp on it until it breaks Their society remains secret and although we know their name We are the pawns on the world's chessboard in one big multi-national game There's still no end in sight but still we know we're right We must somehow struggle on up while they go racing to the top Then Whitehouse "V" the squat, a challenge I think not Resist every move they make by fulfilling our own hearts Not by backing off and dropping out, get in there for a start If you're looking for some proof of this how much more proof do you need When constantly and hopelessly we fail and they succeed There's no compassion in here My fingers keep curling into fists these days No one smiles on the streets these days And there's no compassion Hit the wall a substitute for a face You can look but you can't touch You can see but you can't have Keep crawling to the end of the week And there's no compassion Breath heavy to pretend it's fun Raise the cover to protect your pride Ignore the failure that you see in the glass Paint the flesh to hide the scar And there's no compassion A million people died in the middle of your breakfast A million people died in the middle of your favorite love song A million people died in the middle of your racist joke A million people died in the middle of your favorite TV programme A million people died in the middle of your lovemaking A million people died in the middle of your pop stars interview A million people died in the middle of your video game A million people died in the middle of your sexist A million people died in the middle of your mass debating A million people died in the middle of your politicians lying A million people died in the middle of your silence A million people died in the middle of your stocks and shares A million people died in the middle of your royal variety performance A million people died in the middle of your debutante's ball A million people died in the middle of your day out at Ascot A million people died in the middle of a Conflict gig! Separation is complete. A mind to domesticate, condition, compete Clinical birth control, the sterlised setting Syringed into being, life is just beginning Mask of the surgeon, eyes of the blind, rubber band caressing, welcome to mankind The brain perceives the fear, tender beats the heart Slapped into life programming starts Wanted and needed Wanted from birth to fit in the jigsaw puzzle Trained don't strain against the muzzle Force-fed, prostituted, brainwashed that's called learning Blindfolded, prejudiced, an outcome predetermined Needed to die and not question why Follow in ignorance, a comfortable prison Kept in the dark so they can be free. Spit in the eyes so you will never see The kid aims the cap gun, points it at my cranium I am supposed to put my hands up, but I don't want to die that way Mentally or physically, para-psychologically, whose responsibility? Is it to feed their profiteering tolerated as long as your mind is fearing? Right where they want you beaten back into submission Right where they want you in a missionary position Needed to promote their glory of possession To accept and be grateful yet ask no questions To believe in love and their guiding hand To obey in humility and never understand I was feeling alright, yeah just me and the night; I was walking through a white tiled subway I heard the sound of voices around the corner shouting The sound of broken glass, no one was there I looked at my reflection in the puddles in the street It looked so messed up I just kept moving my feet To the beat and rhythm of my heart, not much I know but I see it as a start Because I'm counting the heads to see how many are left, the fingers of one hand stretching And this feeling of apathy keeps coming quite suddenly - well if something's gonna come, when's it coming? While you're jumping on the spot, all the freshness starts to rot And another inspiration fades away. And still you sell your dignity Still you sell your dignity time after time And I wonder where lies your pride, does it wait in there inside? Is it waiting for the moment when you let your heart speak? Is it waiting for the moment when you act out your own beliefs? Is it waiting for the moment when you drop your false act? Is it waiting for the moment when you face the facts? That you're pumping your life for someone else's ideas That you're living your life under someone else's fear That it's time to shift your vision, time to move your head Get up out of submission. I'm counting heads, how many are left? The fingers of one hand keep stretching. The fingers of both hands keep stretching And all I see is "Rock 'n' Roll". All I hear is "Rock 'n' Roll" I turn the pages of the book, and force my weary eyes to look At the product of our modern world, at the product of our civilised world And a child's face looks out at me, questioning why does this have to be? And I can't find any answer, not that dead ears can hear - do I make myself clear? It's been said that we must progress for humanity, but looking at the truth of that mockery I wonder if our minds have progressed anywhere, and I wonder if there's any humanity there The sightless eyes looking at me, questioning why does this have to be And I can't find any answers not that dead ears can hear - do I make myself clear? If you're an activist not while getting pissed, if you're gonna do something make sure you don't miss That's a dangerous game to play what use are you if you're banged up? You can't beat them on the streets, so duck and dive a little, hide the fiddles Play them at their own game, stay with them all the way Know what and why they are doing things and create alternatives Police are still snooping, awaiting the big nick Like fishermen baiting the fish, tempting us to take the risk This time, this time they've made the impossible. The new aids infection from EMI the treatment to replace the old spermicide

06-16-2010, 11:52 AM	#30 (permalink)
CaptainAwesome Music Addict Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: Scotland Posts: 49	Rise Against - Survive "Somewhere between happy, and total **ing wreck Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge To spend your waking moments simply killing time Is to give up on your hopes and dreams and give up on your.. Life for you has been less than kind So take a number, stand in line We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt But how we survive is what makes us who we are An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile I shirk my obligations, I miss all your dead lines I excel at quitting early, and ing up my life Life for you has been less than kind So take a number, stand in line We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt But how we survive is what makes us who we are All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day Everything always works out, I have never felt so ing great All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day Everything always works out, I have never felt so great (Life isn't like this)x4 Life isn't like this life x2 (Life isn't like this)x3 Are we verging on an answer, or ing up our... Life for you has been less than kind So take a number, stand in line We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt But how we survive is what makes us who we are (Who we are) It�s what makes us who we are (Who we are) Makes us who we are (Who we are) It�s what makes us who we are (Who we are)" Lyrically it is simpler and more self-explanatory than most of the band's songs, but while going through a period of quite bad depression, this song helped me alot... Like it says, "how we survive is what makes us who we are", not the that happens to us, cos ** happens, it happens to everyone, so don't wallow in self pity, just survive!