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How 'bout a boy named Sue?

My daddy left home when I was three

And he didn't leave much to ma and me

Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid

But the meanest thing that he ever did

Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke

And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,

It seems I had to fight my whole life through.

Some gal would giggle and I'd get red

And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,

I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,

My fist got hard and my wits got keen,

I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

But I made a vow to the moon and stars

That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars

And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July

And I just hit town and my throat was dry,

I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.

At an old saloon on a street of mud,

There at a table, dealing stud,

Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad

From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,

And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.

He was big and bent and gray and old,

And I looked at him and my blood ran cold

And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!

Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes

And he went down, but to my surprise,

He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.

But I busted a chair right across his teeth

And we crashed through the wall and into the street

Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men

But I really can't remember when,

He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.

I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,

He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,

He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough

And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough

And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.

So I give ya that name and I said goodbye

I knew you'd have to get tough or die

And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight

And I know you hate me, and you got the right

To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.

But ya ought to thank me, before I die,

For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye

Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun

And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,

And I came away with a different point of view.

And I think about him, now and then,

Every time I try and every time I win,

And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him

Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

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Or another "not a girl :o " Brian:

Brian

Top marks for not trying

So kind of you to bless us

With your effortlessness

We're grateful 'nd so strangely comforted

And I wonder

Are you putting us under

Cause we can't take our eyes

Off the t shirt and ties combination

Well see you later, innovator...

Some want to kiss some want to kick you

There's not a net you couldn't slip through

Or at least that's the impression I get

Cause you're smooth and you're wet

And she's not aware yet

But she's yours

She'll be saying use me

Show me the jacuzzi

I imagine that it's there on a plate

You're whole rendezvous rate

Means that you'll never be frightened

To make them wait for a while

I doubt it's your style

Not to get what you set

Out to acquire the eyes are on fire

You are the unforecasted storm

Hup...

(Brian)

Calm, collected and commanding

(Top marks for not trying)

You leave the other stories standing

With your renditions and jokes

Bet there's hundreds of blokes

That have wept cause you've stolen their

Thunder

Are you putting us under

Cause we can't take our eyes

Off the t shirts and ties combination

Well see you later innovator...

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I have many favorite Paul Simon songs but this one just may be tops.

Something So Right-Paul Simon

You've got the cool water

When the fever runs high

You've got the look of lovelight in your eyes

And I was in crazy motion

til you calmed me down

It took a little time

But you calmed me down

When something goes wrong

I'm the first to admit it

I'm the first to admit it

And the last one to know

When something goes right

Well it's likely to lose me, mm

It's apt to confuse me

It's such an unusual sight

Oh, I can't, I can't get used to something so right

Something so right

They've got a wall in china

It's a thousand miles long

To keep out the foreigners they made it strong

And I've got a wall around me

That you can't even see

It took a little time

To get next to me

When something goes wrong

I'm the first to admit it

I'm the first to admit it

And the last one to know

When something goes right

Well it's likely to lose me, mm

It's apt to confuse me

Because it's such an unusual sight

Oh, I can't, I can't get used to something so right

Something so right

Some people never say the words I love you

It's not their style

To be so bold

Some people never say the words I love you

But like a child they're longing to be told, mm

When something goes wrong

I'm the first to admit it

I'm the first to admit it

And the last one to know

When something goes right

Well it's likely to lose me, mm

It's apt to confuse me

Because it's such an unusual sight

I swear, I can't, I can't get used to something so right

Something so right

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"My Baby's In Love With Eddie Vedder" - Weird Al Yankovic

Oh, my baby, my baby she don't want me no more

Ever since she saw his poster in that record store

She says the way he grinds his molars is really sexy

She thinks he's so darn dysfunctional and Generation X-y

She likes his brooding angst and his wild-eyed stare

Yeah, he's her very favorite slacker multi-millionaire

Well, my baby's in love with Eddie Vedder

She's all crazy 'bout that Eddie Vedder

Once she was mine, but now I better just forget her

'Cause my baby's in love with Eddie Vedder

Now, every time I see him, well, he looks so grim

I guess it really must suck to be a rock star like him

What a pain in the butt to have so much success

Spending all his time moping and avoiding the press

But my girl can't get enough of his sullen demeanor

Like he's some big tortured genius and I'm some kinda wiener

Well, my baby's in love with Eddie Vedder

She's got a thing for that Eddie Vedder

Tell me, what can he do that I can't do better

Now my baby's in love with

I said I said I said my baby's in love with Eddie Vedder

Head over heels for that Eddie Vedder

I cant believe it, now she's knitting him a sweater

'Cause my baby's in love with Eddie Vedder

I knew we were headin' for disaster

When she caught me hangin' out at the Ticketmaster

Now she's got an unrequited adoration

For the frustrated, agitated, designated alienated

Spokesman for the disaffected grunge generation

Well, I don't wear Doc Martens and I don't wear flannel

And I don't boycott the music video channel

And I just can't compete with all that money and fame

But I know two can play at this game

Yeah, well, let's just see how jealous she'll get

When I start stalking Alanis Morissette

Well, my baby's in love with Eddie Vedder

She's all crazy 'bout that Eddie Vedder

Once she was mine but now I better just forget her

'Cause my baby's in love with

I said I said I said my baby's in love with Eddie Vedder

Why'd she have to fall for that Eddie Vedder

If she wants to leave me, I guess I better let her

'Cause my baby's in love with Eddie Vedder

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I bet you they won't play this song on the radio,

I bet you they won't play this new $%^& song.

It's not that it's %$(*

or #$*&^&* controversial

It's just that the @*%$ing words

are awfully strong.

You can't say ^&*@ on the radio,

Or $@#! or ^&*% or 4*%*

You can't even say

"I'd like to ?:"* you someday"

Unless you're a doctor

with a really large ~!*%

So I bet you they won't play this song on the radio

I bet you they don't *&%$ing well program it.

I bet you those &*(#ing old program directors

Will think it's a load of horse $&!#

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Paranoid Android ~ Radiohead

Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest

From all the unborn chicken voices in my head

What's that...?

(I may be paranoid, but not an android)

What's that...?

(I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall

With your opinion which is of no consequence at all

What's that...?

(I may be paranoid, but no android)

What's that...?

(I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly

Kicking and squealing gucci little piggy

You don't remember

You don't remember

Why don't you remember my name anymore?

Off with his head, man

Off with his head, man

Why don't you remember my name?

I guess he does....

Rain down, rain down

Come on rain down on me

From a great height

From a great height... height...

Rain down, rain down

Come on rain down on me

From a great height

From a great height... height...

Rain down, rain down

Come on rain down on me

That's it, sir

You're leaving

The crackle of pigskin

The dust and the screaming

The yuppies networking

The panic, the vomit

The panic, the vomit

God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!

:bow: :bow: :bow:

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I adore Radiohead. Thanks, you-two, for mentioning. Here's my favourite by them...

Creep

When you were here before,

Couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel,

Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so very special

But I'm a creep,

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,

I wanna have control

I want a perfect body

I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice

when I'm not around

You're so very special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out the door

She's running out

She run run run run...

run...

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You're so very special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

I don't belong here...

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They're a bit more upfront about their emo-ness, yes :P

Nah, I just don't like that 'Creep' song... I just keep wishing they're trying to be ironic. Even Kurt Cobain - the guy who shot himself - was being sarcastic when he penned "I Hate Myself And I Want To Die" :P

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They detest their own 'creep' song you know :beatnik:

Sure they make music with dark and depressing lyrics, but the biggest difference (next to the above mentioned) with emo would be that emo music all sounds alike and Radiohead sounds original and independant, tries out new sounds, etc.. Because they make music that might depress you, it isn't emo ;)

and the have happy songs, and Happy sounding songs :D

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"What A Good Boy" - Barenaked Ladies

When I was born, they looked at me and said

what a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.

And when you were born, they looked at you and said,

what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl.

We've got these chains that hang around our necks,

people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.

Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same,

when temptation calls, we just look away.

[Chorus]

This name is the hairshirt I wear,

and this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.

This song is the cross that I bear,

bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me,

be with me tonight,

I know that it isn't right, but be with me tonight.

I go to school, I write exams,

if I pass, if I fail, if I drop out,

does anyone give a damn?

And if they do, they'll soon forget 'cause it won't take much for me

to show my life ain't over yet.

I wake up scared, I wake up strange.

I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever going to change.

I wake up scared, I wake up strange

and everything around me stays the same.

[Chorus]

I couldn't tell you that I was wrong,

chickened out, grabbed a pen and paper, sat down and I wrote this song.

I couldn't tell you that you were right,

so instead I looked in the mirror,

watched TV, laid awake all night.

We've got these chains, hang 'round our necks,

people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.

Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same when temptation calls ...

[Chorus]

When I was born, they looked at me and said;

What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.

And when you were born, they looked at you and said;

what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl, hey

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Jet Airliner-Steve Miller Band

Leavin' home, out on the road

I've been down before

Ridin' along in this big ol' jet plane

I've been thinkin' about my home

But my love light seems so far away

And I feel like it's all been done

Somebody's tryin' to make me stay

You know I've got to be movin' on

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner

Don't carry me too far away

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner

Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Goodbye to all my friends at home

Goodbye to people I've trusted

I've got to go out and make my way

I might get rich you know I might get busted

But my heart keeps calling me backwards

As I get on the 707

Ridin' high I got tears in my eyes

You know you got to go through h*ll

Before you get to heaven

Big ol' jet airliner

Don't carry me too far away

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner

Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Touchin' down in New England town

Feel the heat comin' down

I've got to keep on keepin' on

You know the big wheel keeps on spinnin' around

And I'm goin' with some hesitation

You know that I can surely see

That I don't want to get caught up in any of that

Funky s**t goin' down in the city

Big ol' jet airliner

Don't carry me too far away

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner

Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner

Don't carry me too far away

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner

Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

Big ol' jet airliner

Don't carry me too far away

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner

Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner

Carry me to my home

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner

Cause it's there that I belong

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Homeward Bound -Simon & Garfunkel

I'm sittin' in the railway station

Got a ticket for my destination

On a tour of one night stands

My suitcase and guitar in hand

And every stop is neatly planned

For a poet and a one man band

Homeward bound

I wish I was

Homeward bound

Home, where my thoughts escaping

Home, where my music's playing

Home, where my love lies waiting

Silently for me

Everyday's an endless stream

Of cigarettes and magazines

And each town looks the same to me

The movies and the factories

And every stranger's face I see

Reminds me that I long to be

Homeward bound

I wish I was

Homeward bound

Home, where my thoughts escaping

Home, where my music's playing

Home, where my love lies waiting

Silently for me

Tonight I'll sing my songs again

I'll play the game and pretend

But all my words come back to me

In shades of mediocrity

Like emptiness in harmony

I need someone to comfort me

Homeward bound

I wish I was

Homeward bound

Home, where my thoughts escaping

Home, where my music's playing

Home, where my love lies waiting

Silently for me

Silently for me

Silently for me

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I Had Too much To Dream(Last Night)~The Electric Prunes

Last night your shadow fell upon my lonely room

I touched your golden hair and tasted your perfume

Your eyes were filled with love the way they used to be

Your gentle hand reached out to comfort me

Then came the dawn

And you were gone

You were gone, gone, gone

I had too much to dream last night

Too much to dream

I'm not ready to face the light

I had too much to dream

Last night

The room was empty as I staggered from my bed

I could not bear the image racing through my head

You were so real that I could feel your eagerness

And when you raised your lips for me to kiss

Came the dawn

And you were gone

You were gone, gone, gone

I had too much to dream last night

Too much to dream

I'm not ready to face the light

I had too much to dream

Last night

I had too much to dream last night

Too much to dream

I'm not ready to face the light

I had too much to dream

Last night

Oh, too much to dream

Oh, too much to dream

Too much to dream last night

Oh, too much to dream

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Oh L'Amour

Erasure

Oh L'Amour

Broke my heart

Now I'm aching for you

Mon amour

What's a boy in love

Supposed to do

Looking for you

You were looking for me

Always reaching for you

You were too blind to see

Oh love of my heart

Why leave me alone

I'm falling apart

No good on my own

Oh L'Amour

Broke my heart

Now I'm aching for you

Mon amour

What's a boy in love

Supposed to do

Why throw it away

Why walk out on me

I just live for the day

For the way it should be

There once was a time

Had you here by my side

You said I wasn't your kind

Only here for the ride

Oh L'Amour

Broke my heart

Now I'm aching for you

Mon amour

What's a boy in love

Supposed to do

No emotional ties

You don't remember my name

I lay down and die

I'm only to blame

Oh love of my heart

It's up to you now

You tore me apart

I heard inside-out

Oh L'Amour

Broke my heart

Now I'm aching for you

Mon amour

What's a boy in love

Supposed to do

Chorus to fade

Oh L'Amour

Broke my heart

Now I'm aching for you

Mon amour

What's a boy in love

Supposed to do

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I love this song today. It´s my sweet earworm. I´ve been singing it for hours. I´m waiting for spanish hubby to tell me "Stop it, will ya?!" :grin:

By the time I get to Phoenix

Glenn Campbell

By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising

She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door

She'll laugh when she reads the part that says I'm leavin'

'Cause I've left that girl so many times before

By the time I make Albuquerque she'll be working

She'll prob'ly stop at lunch and give me a call

But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringin'

Off the wall that's all

By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleepin'

She'll turn softly and call my name out loud

And she'll cry just to think I'd really leave her

Tho' time and time I try to tell her so

She just didn't know I would really go.

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Two Out of Three Ain't Bad

The Loaf of Meat

Baby we can talk all night

But that ain't getting us nowhere

I told you everything I possibly can

There's nothing left inside of here

And maybe you can cry all night

But that'll never change the way that I feel

The snow is really piling up outside

I wish you wouldn't make me leave here

I poured it on and I poured it out

I tried to show you just how much I care

I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout

But you've been cold to me so long

I'm crying icicles instead of tears

And all I can do is keep on telling you

I want you

I need you

But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you

Now don't be sad...

'Cause two out of three ain't bad

Now don't be sad

'Cause two out of three ain't bad

You'll never dig for gold on a sandy beach

You'll never drill for oil on a city street

I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks

But there ain't no Coupe de Ville hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box

I can't lie

I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not

No matter how I try

I'll never be able

To give you something

Something that I just haven't got

There's only one girl that I will ever love

And that was so many years ago

And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart

She never loved me back

Ooh I know

I remember how she left me on a stormy night

She kissed me and got out of our bed

And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that door

She packed her bags and turned right away

And she kept on telling me

She kept on telling me

She kept on telling me

I want you

I need you

But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you

Now don't be sad...

'Cause two out of three ain't bad

I want you

I need you

But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you

Now don't be sad

'Cause two out of three ain't bad

Don't be sad

'Cause two out of three ain't bad

Baby we can talk all night

But that ain't getting us nowhere

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Hey Foxymophandlemama, That's Me ~ Pearl Jam

""Hey Foxymophandlemama, That's Me" is essentially just a lot of distorted feedback, some drumming, and mixed, distorted and looped recordings of real patients from a psychiatric hospital."

I had taped something off the tv when I was maybe 17 or something and I think it was people who had mental problems who were being let out of the hospitals early because the states were taking away funding for mental hospitals so they were setting these folks out without the necessary care but it was still very intriguing the way their mind worked and what they would say and we experimented and tried to incorporate it into what to date is our most emotional and moving song.

Video

don't you want people to love you?

my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...

spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...

that's the only thing i want so much...

don't you want people to love you?

my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much...

that's the only thing i want so much...

why is that better than being hugged?

why is that better than being hugged?

because you get closer to the person...

closer to the person...

why is that better than being hugged?

because you get closer to the person...

closer to the person...

just like a person having sex feels cared for...

we wanna be loved, so we have sex together...

and they feel loved about that...

and this is the way it makes me feel...loved...

i want it, i dream about it, i think about it, i want it...

just like a girl wants sex with a boy, you know?

it's the way i'll always be probably...

my last one was born in the system...

see, they're stupid, very stupid, those people over there...

they're stupid...

these people are so below mentality, honest to god, really...

you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...

you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...

this mentality, honest to god, really...

you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...

honest to god, really...

you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...

bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me...

everything seems so eight ball...

everything seems so eight ball...

and i, i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm...

hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...

and i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm...

hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...

hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...

think they got me...

hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...hmm...

hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...

...know if that's my imagination, but, umm...

hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...

she prides herself on her cleaning habits...

she prides herself on her cleaning habits...

hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...

she prides herself on her cleaning habits...

she prides herself on her cleaning habits...

it's a lovely stupid mop, it is...

there's something really screwey about no streaking...

is it any old dumb mop? it streaks...

come on mop, no streaking mop...

i don't mind mop the floor, my mop streaks, i don't like it...

it's not me, it's the mop...

come, i bought some new mops...

go away you stupid, dumb old sponge mop...

i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...

i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...

i don't believe it...old sponge mop...

dumb old sponge mop...

dumb old sponge mop...

old sponge mop...

dumb old sponge mop...

you're right, this mop's stupid...

dumb old sponge mop...

i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...

that's why they call me mophandlemama...

now the floor looks beautiful...

that's why they call me mophandlemama...

that's why they call me mophandlemama...

that's why they call me mophandlemama...

in two weeks, before she could see herself not dressed...

the twenty-third of may...you know she disturbed no one today...

the manager told her to completely forget...

if you ever go to bed, i'll kill you...

do i tell the whole world that i'm mentally ill?

go to the papers...yeah, why not?

drum roll...

i want to show them that i can walk on my own without hands of theirs...

and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...

keep it to myself...keep it to myself...

i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?

very much so...

think i deserve to be loved...

keep it to myself...keep it to myself...

i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?

...to be loved, don't you?

but i keep it to myself...

keep it to myself...keep it to myself...

i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?

and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...

keep it to myself...keep it to myself...

i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?

very much so...

do you ever think that you would actually, really kill yourself?

well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...

yes, i believe i would...

i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...

yes, i believe i would...

and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...

keep it to myself...keep it to myself...

...that i can walk without hands of theirs...

and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...

keep it to myself...keep it to myself...

i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?

...that i can walk without hands of theirs...

and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...

keep it to myself...keep it to myself...

i think i deserve to be loved, don't you?

very much so...

do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself?

well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...

yes, i believe i would...

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