clumsychild_ wrote:If everyone's a casualty Then take your time there ain't no trouble If the weather's fine and we're feeling crazy There's always drinks and dancing in the rubble I'm spinning and you're spinning The world's spinning and we're laughing And i'm charming, the devil's charming And we're ruined but we're still building And i'm selling and you're counting The world's stopping but we keep going And we're ruthless and we're cunning And i'm heir to it all
every time someone asks me to "sing a random song" (which is surprisingly often) i usually sing this bit.
"if the nuremberg trials were applied to us foreign policy, every us president since 1945 would have been hanged." noam chomsky.
...and this is me hanging on / i'd burn our initials in the sun if it would shine / anxiety chokes me like razor wire / if hate's in your heart man, you'll take what you're given / wake up / i'm not the only one / it's never goodbye / go ahead and play dead / if everyone's a casualty, then take your time, there ain't no trouble / these wounds they will not heal / ambition can be a tricky thing / what the hell do i know about rape anyway? / this is not what i hoped for / ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon / who will be there to tell me how stupid i am? / those living for death will die by their own hand / and it's me that I am spying on / pick up the pieces and live with the stars / hurry up and wait / things have never been so swell / they're always the ones who slowly drift / be great / ...and this is my world.
William Zantzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'. And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him As they rode him in custody down to the station And booked William Zantzinger for first-degree murder. But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Take the rag away from your face. Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zantzinger, who at twenty-four years Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him And high office relations in the politics of Maryland, Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling, In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking. But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Take the rag away from your face. Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen. She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage And never sat once at the head of the table And didn't even talk to the people at the table Who just cleaned up all the food from the table And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level, Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane That sailed through the air and came down through the room, Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle. And she never done nothing to William Zantzinger. But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Take the rag away from your face. Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded And that even the nobles get properly handled Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom, Stared at the person who killed for no reason Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'. And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished, And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance, William Zantzinger with a six-month sentence. Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Bury the rag deep in your face For now's the time for your tears. more bob dylan
when do you call home
is it underneath the sky, that won't leave you alone
if only it was raining water, and not no educated bombs
cause of some other man's business, is some other man's wrongs
and what do you call a friend
how come the best of them ain't people, by definition dogs instead
lack luster lives of buying shit, that won't cry when you're dead
too far, too fast, too little, too late, too late they say ain't it
Joe Cooler wrote:People actually ask you to sing random songs?
actually, yes.
random moments, people who want to drown out other people, people who want to get another song out of his head, people who are bored, etc.
it happens.
~~~
Polaroids of polarbears raped by my child hood? What the hell do I know about rape any way? Well I guess its fun to pretend, sorry. Just a thought that occurred when I wasnt quite awake enough to dismiss it. Its so easy to cheapen an event by pretending it happen. Boring cliched self destruction…I think I should start doing arobics. And the rest: boxes of cats, people with taz tattoos, explosive personalities, self centered, protractors, brand new geometry sets, inability to do math, geography, polaroids of polar bears.
-alexisonfire ..............'polaroids of polarbears'
"if the nuremberg trials were applied to us foreign policy, every us president since 1945 would have been hanged." noam chomsky.
...and this is me hanging on / i'd burn our initials in the sun if it would shine / anxiety chokes me like razor wire / if hate's in your heart man, you'll take what you're given / wake up / i'm not the only one / it's never goodbye / go ahead and play dead / if everyone's a casualty, then take your time, there ain't no trouble / these wounds they will not heal / ambition can be a tricky thing / what the hell do i know about rape anyway? / this is not what i hoped for / ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon / who will be there to tell me how stupid i am? / those living for death will die by their own hand / and it's me that I am spying on / pick up the pieces and live with the stars / hurry up and wait / things have never been so swell / they're always the ones who slowly drift / be great / ...and this is my world.
george (the "singer") kinda yells words in parts (kinda phonetically?), so if you just listen closely and follow the lyrics by syllable you can kinda follow along.
"if the nuremberg trials were applied to us foreign policy, every us president since 1945 would have been hanged." noam chomsky.
...and this is me hanging on / i'd burn our initials in the sun if it would shine / anxiety chokes me like razor wire / if hate's in your heart man, you'll take what you're given / wake up / i'm not the only one / it's never goodbye / go ahead and play dead / if everyone's a casualty, then take your time, there ain't no trouble / these wounds they will not heal / ambition can be a tricky thing / what the hell do i know about rape anyway? / this is not what i hoped for / ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon / who will be there to tell me how stupid i am? / those living for death will die by their own hand / and it's me that I am spying on / pick up the pieces and live with the stars / hurry up and wait / things have never been so swell / they're always the ones who slowly drift / be great / ...and this is my world.
Look around your world pretty baby Is it everything you hoped it'd be The wrong guy, the wrong situation The right time to roll to me
Look into your heart pretty baby, Is it aching with some nameless need. Is there something wrong and you can't put your finger on it Right then, roll to me
And I don't think I have ever seen a soul so in despair So if you want to talk the night through Guess who will be there?
So don't try to deny it pretty baby, You've been down so long you can hardly see When the engine's stalled and it won't stop raining It's the right time to roll to me
Look around your world pretty baby Is it everything you hoped it'd be The wrong guy, the wrong situation The right time to roll to me i del amitri. Its been too long.
Blue is the colour of all that I wear
Blue are the streets and all the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue
Blue are the people here that walk around
Blue like my Corvette it's standing outside
Blue are the words I say and what I think
Blue are the feeling that live inside me
I'm blue (da ba dee)
I'm blue (da ba dee)
I have a blue house with a blue window
Blue is the colour of all that I wear
Blue are the streets and all the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue
Blue are the people here that walk around
Blue like my Corvette it's standing outside
Blue are the words I say and what I think
Blue are the feeling that live inside me
I'm blue (da ba dee)
I'm blue (da ba dee)
Just blue like him inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window
And a blue Corvette and everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
'Cause he aint got nobody to listen: ...
I'm blue (da ba dee)
I'm blue (da ba dee)
I'm blue (da ba dee)
I'm blue (da ba dee)
Tell her not to go I ain't holding on no more Tell her something in my mind freezes up from time to time
Tell her not to cry I just got scared that's all Tell her I'll be by her side, all she has to do is call
Tell her the chips are down I drank too much and shouted it aloud Tell her something in my heart Needs her more than even clowns need the laughter of the crowd
Tell her what was wrong I sometimes think to much But say nothing at all And tell her from this high terrain, I am ready now to fall
Tell her not to go I ain't holding on no more Tell her nothing if not this; all I want to do is kiss her
Tell her something in my mind Freezes up from time to time.
we must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
we must rip out all the epilogues of the books that we have read
and in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair
we must stare, we must stare, we must stare
we must take all of the medicine too expensive now to sell
set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
and in the ear of every anarchist who sleeps but doesn't dream
we must sing, we must sing, we must sing
and it'll go like this:
while my mother waters plants, my father loves his gun
he says "death will give us back to god, just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean"
and then they splashed into the deep blue sea!
it was a wonderful splash.
we must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole
we must memorize nine number and deny we have a soul
and in this endless race for property and privelege to be won
we must run, we must run, we must run
we must hang up in the belfry where the bats and moonlight laugh
we must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
and into the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love
we must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
and then we'll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything
and then we'll see it, oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it!
oh my, morning's coming back, the whole world's waking up
the city bus is swimming past, i'm happy just because
i found out i am really no one
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(Young - Young - Scott)
Well I'm upper upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
The social pages say I've got
The biggest balls of all
I've got big balls
I've got big balls
They're such big balls
And they're dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)
And my balls are always bouncing
My ballroom always full
And everybody cums and cums again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I've got
Great balls of fire
I've got big balls
Oh I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)
Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they're held for pleasure
They're the balls that I like best
My balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It's my belief that my big balls
Should be held every night
We've got big balls
We've got big balls
We've got big balls
Dirty big balls
He's got big balls
She's got big balls
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)
(We've got big balls)
(We've got big balls)
And I'm just itching to tell you about them
Oh we had such wonderful fun
Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)
her green plastic watering can for her fake chinese rubber plant in fake plastic earth that she bought from a rubber man in a town full of rubber plans to get rid of itself it wears her out, it wears her out it wears her out, it wears her out
she lives with a broken man a cracked polystyrene man who just crumbles and burns who used to surgery for girls in the eighties but gravity always wins it wears him out, it wears him out it wears him out, it wears...
she looks like the real thing she tastes like the real thing my fake plastic love but I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling if I just turned and ran and it wears me out, it wears me out it wears me out, it wears me out
and if I could be who you wanted if I could be who you wanted all the time all the time
time can take its toll on the best of us look at you, you're growing old so young traffic lights blink at you in the evening tilt your head and turn it to the sun
sometimes the tv is like a lover singing softly as you fall asleep you wake up in the morning and it's still there adding up the things you'll never be
Everyone out here, dear, is silent tonight
Cause they all knew he would go, but they didn't think <i>tonight</i>
But you're far away where the Indians pray
On the steps of the Winchester Arms
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Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move awake but cannot open my eyes and the weight is crushing down on my lungs, I know I can't breathe and hope someone will save me this time
