Lyrics you've heard recently and like

[Yerma'satexan!]

All the things I own I will share with you

If I feel tomorrow like I feel today

Well take what we want and give the rest away

 

Strangers - The Kinks

[Ginny]

Verse : eeeeeeeee ye big ming

ye pullin on me heart like a string

stop bein a pyar meff

ye actin like a little screff

 

Verse : sort ye ead out now ye tit

let me lick ye miff

ye ass is fuckin boss

i want the lot ...... kidda

 

Chorus Sappenin lad? Sappenin lid? I've shagged ye ma' and so has r kid x 4 (back to verse

 

Bridge

It takes mings and meffs to make screffs and pyar bells to make bad smells

 

(The Scalls, 2008) taken from the album 'Pyar boss la'

Edited November 21, 2008 by Ginny

[Paul]

Bonnita Applebum - A Tribe Called Quest

 

Satisfaction - I have the right tactics

And if you need 'em, I got crazy prophylactics.

 

[YOUTUBE]46c8AqzjLCg[/YOUTUBE]

 

Verses from the Abstract - A Tribe Called Quest

 

Women love the jim 'cos it causes crazy friction

When it goes up in it fluctuates their diction.

 

[YOUTUBE]BwA5YT2tFNU[/YOUTUBE]

[Stu Monty]

There's a corker in one of the tunes Neil Hannon has written as part of The Duckworth Lewis Method:

 

Always denied entry

By the English gentry

Now we're driving Bentleys

Playing twenty-twenty

 

TxuV0A1Jlxk&feature=related

 

Also have a tune on the album about the Shane Warne delivery to Gatting that features the line:

 

"How such a ball could be bowled I don't know, but if you ask me

if it had been a cheese roll it would never have got past me"

 

This album has only hit my radar today but I'm listening to bits of it now and it's got some class to it. A concept album about cricket sounds crap but you've got to love a song about a nightwatchmen that sounds like a love song - I'd love to be with you come the morning, etc.

[23_Carra_Gold]

'This is the making of a masterpiece,

So we broke out the chains and told the master peace'

 

Clever in a 'used to be slaves in chains, now rappers wearing chains' kind of way.

 

I
 drink 
poison


Then 
I 
vomit 
diamonds


I 
gave 
you 
Mandela, 
Black 
Dalai 
Lamas


I
 gave 
you 
music


You
 enthused 
in 
my 
kindness


So
 how
 dare 
you
 reduce 
me 
to 
Donny
 Imus


Timeless 
in case 
we 
never 
been 
acquainted


Flyness 
who 
made 
it


It
 gets 
duplicated


Mindless
 violence


Well 
let
 me
 try 
to 
paint
 it


Here’s 
the 
5 
steps



 In 
hopes 
to 
explain 
it


One!


Its
 me 
and 
my 
Nation 
against
 the 
World


Two!


Then 
me 
and 
my 
Clan 
against
 the 
Nation


Three!


Then 
me 
and 
my
 Fam’
 against 
the 
Clan


Four!


Then
 me 
and 
my 
brother 
we 
no 
hesitation


Uh!


Go
 against
 the 
Fam’ 
until 
they
 cave 
in


Five!


Now 
who’s 
left 
in 
this 
deadly 
equation?


That’s
 right, 
it’s 
me 
against 
my 
brother


Then 
we 
point 
a 
Kalashnikov


And
 kill 
one 
another
 


 

I heard it and went 'Whoah'

[Stu Monty]

Who's that from?

[Guest simon]

Would you risk it for a chocolate biscuit.

[The Dude Abides]

[YOUTUBE]CAV0XrbEwNc[/YOUTUBE]

[a stoner]

When a Man Lies He Murders Some Part of the World

These Are the Pale Deaths Which Men Miscall Their Lives

All this I Cannot Bear to Witness Any Longer

Cannot the Kingdom of Salvation Take Me Home?

 

Metallica, To live is to die. Taken from the poetry of the late, great Cliff Burton R.I.P

 

So break yourself against my stones

And spit your pity in my soul

You never needed any help

You sold me out to save yourself

 

And I won't listen to your shame

You ran away, you're all the same

Angels lie to keep control

Ooh, my love was punished long ago

 

 

Slipknot, Snuff.

[Nantwich girl]

Hop on my choo-choo

I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit

If you dress me up in pink and white

We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight

She's my angel

She's a little better than the one that used to be with me

Cause she liked to scream at me

Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree

I may take a holiday in Spain

Leave my wings behind me

Drive this little girl insane

And fly away to someone new body stole my shoes, but there's a couple of bananas and

 

holiday in Spain, counting crows. Makes me think of I bloke I knew. :-(

[James]

Tell me why you came here, squatting round a Game-Gear like Sega never died.

We met inside a warzone, you said "let's fuck the Ozone" but boy, that hole's too wide.

You goosestep round the garden singing "Sap I bleed is hardening, no tree can break my stoic stride,

I'm as giddy as a baby in a centrifuge - it's hard"

 

And we can argue that our planet's best, don't ring your brother cos there's no contest

I'm sure you'll make a decent father – there’s a world war coming in - Oh the seasons I've been worrying

 

You drown a fly and murmur; "The Vatican was firmer, when I was back in school

and we use spray-tan in the trenches now, the problem with the French is how they won't admit they're fools

and you never tell me anything, you never tell me anything, I can't remember dates and times

and I'm sorry for the years I was a shipwreck boy - it's hard"

 

I want to tell you that it means so much.

I want to tell you that it means so much.

I'm sure you'll make a decent father - there's a world war coming in - Oh the years that I've been worrying

 

Oh, I'd rather dash myself upon the rocks, than see you waste away your days with clocks,

In every corner of your parent's home - and there's no world war coming in, all the reasons I've been worrying,

Just forget the parts you'll never need, all these things I'll tell you when you wake up.

 

Make a child, a child, a forest

 

Make a child, make a child, make a forest

[Spy Bee]

Now someone else is catching the gravy train, cos one poor bastard's loss is another's gain.

[Juniper]

"I wouldn't want to be, anywhere else but here"

 

Some All Saints tune.

 

I'm only adding this as at the time, I had just madly dashed to some public toilets after a nasty bout of belly cramp and it was playing over the shopping centre's speakers as I emptied my bowls, relieved

 

Thought it was very fitting. Some might say it was the perfect soundtrack.

[AngryOfTuebrook]

Even as I'm writing this, I'm listening to It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleedin'). Now, them's lyrics for you!

 

(It's the Ingrid Olava version. Try to get your ears around it sometime.)

[DirkDiggledinho]

Iim4jSYEfSg

 

Ooohh you're so in love, just like juliette

Well guess what?

That's one thing that you can for-fucking-get

 

Tears from the sky

In pools of pain

Well baby tonight, i'm gonna go & dance in the rain

 

In my head you're all brand new

I guess you're really all the same

In my head you're all brand new

Tell your new boy where i came

In my head you're all brand new

Take that broken pussy elsewhere

In my head you're all brand new

Save it baby, i don't care

 

ITPudAhXPuI

 

You got a question? Please don’t ask

It puts the lotion in the basket

You say bigger’s better but bigger's bigger

White boy dressed up like a figure

Drawn inside a toilet on the wall

The world is round my square won’t fit at all

 

 

They say those who can’t just instruct others

And act like victims or jilted lovers

You can’t lose it if you never had it

Disappear, man, do some magic

You want a reason ? How's about because

You ain’t a has-been if you never was

 

I sound like this

 

Too scared to say what is your passion

So slag it all bitter’s in fashion

Fear of failure’s all you’ve started

The jury's in, verdict retarded,

I’m so tired and I’m wired too

I’m a mess, I guess

I’m turning on the screw

Edited August 25, 2010 by DirkDiggledinho

[AngryOfTuebrook]

Been listening to a lot of Half Man Half Biscuit lately.

 

Check your sheds, Check your sheds,

I think I've lost my mind.

[Total Longo]

Monty seriously gaying up his own thread massively here, with his Jamie T and Plan B love-in.

 

These are the greatest lyrics ever written and anyone who disagrees is a bitch (or possibly a ho).

 

 

 

You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick

On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg

And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys

A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery

here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that

slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick

 

[Verse One: Nate Dogg]

 

When I met you last night baby

Before you opened up your gap

I had respect for ya lady

But now I take it all back

Cause you gave me all your pussy

And ya even licked my balls

Leave your number on the cabinet

And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call

Next time I'm feelin kinda horny

You can come on over, and I'll break you off

And if you can't fuck, that day, baby

Just lay back, and open your mouth

Cause I have never

met a girl

That I love

in the whole wide world

 

[Verse Two: Kurupt]

 

Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke

I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke

I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me

Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie?

I have no love for hoes

That's somethin I learned in the pound

so how the fuck am I supposed

to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe

I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times

And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it

Pass it to the homie, now you hit it

Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me

And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me

i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention

Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt

Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch!

 

[Chorus: (repeat 4X)]

 

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

 

[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

 

Guess who back in the motherfuckin house

With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth

Hoes recognize, niggaz do too

Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo

What you gon do? You really don't know

So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe

Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch

Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip

Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger

How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop

Doggy, I'm all the above

I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes

But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it

Cause you know I don't love em

 

[Verse Four: Warren G]

 

Whoa!

Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow

One for the money, two for the btiches

Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches

In my Chevy, six-fo' Rad to be exact

With bitches on my side, and bitches on back

So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get

off your knees and then start jugglin

these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth

It's me, Warren G the nigga with the clout

Whoo!

 

[Chorus]

[VladimirIlyich]

There's a corker in one of the tunes Neil Hannon has written as part of The Duckworth Lewis Method:

 

Always denied entry

By the English gentry

Now we're driving Bentleys

Playing twenty-twenty

 

TxuV0A1Jlxk&feature=related

 

Also have a tune on the album about the Shane Warne delivery to Gatting that features the line:

 

"How such a ball could be bowled I don't know, but if you ask me

if it had been a cheese roll it would never have got past me"

 

This album has only hit my radar today but I'm listening to bits of it now and it's got some class to it. A concept album about cricket sounds crap but you've got to love a song about a nightwatchmen that sounds like a love song - I'd love to be with you come the morning, etc.

 

How catchy is that tune?

I cant get it out of my head now as well.

 

Will make a great theme tune to one of the cricket shows.

[VladimirIlyich]

 

Heres a bit more of Neil Hannon's musical ability.

 

Great video too.

[Mr Nando]

To the multi story car park, with our friends

Drinking from a bottle of white lightning

On top of marks and sparks, roof running

Smoking chronic, hectic.

[Stu Monty]

Monty seriously gaying up his own thread massively here, with his Jamie T and Plan B love-in.

 

These are the greatest lyrics ever written and anyone who disagrees is a bitch (or possibly a ho).

 

 

 

You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick

On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg

And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys

A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery

here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that

slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick

 

[Verse One: Nate Dogg]

 

When I met you last night baby

Before you opened up your gap

I had respect for ya lady

But now I take it all back

Cause you gave me all your pussy

And ya even licked my balls

Leave your number on the cabinet

And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call

Next time I'm feelin kinda horny

You can come on over, and I'll break you off

And if you can't fuck, that day, baby

Just lay back, and open your mouth

Cause I have never

met a girl

That I love

in the whole wide world

 

[Verse Two: Kurupt]

 

Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke

I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke

I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me

Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie?

I have no love for hoes

That's somethin I learned in the pound

so how the fuck am I supposed

to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe

I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times

And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it

Pass it to the homie, now you hit it

Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me

And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me

i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention

Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt

Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch!

 

[Chorus: (repeat 4X)]

 

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

 

[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

 

Guess who back in the motherfuckin house

With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth

Hoes recognize, niggaz do too

Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo

What you gon do? You really don't know

So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe

Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch

Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip

Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger

How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop

Doggy, I'm all the above

I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes

But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it

Cause you know I don't love em

 

[Verse Four: Warren G]

 

Whoa!

Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow

One for the money, two for the btiches

Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches

In my Chevy, six-fo' Rad to be exact

With bitches on my side, and bitches on back

So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get

off your knees and then start jugglin

these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth

It's me, Warren G the nigga with the clout

Whoo!

 

[Chorus]

 

Did you ever see the Scroobius X-Factor pisstake they did with that in it. Made me chuckle a lot.

 

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[ATXRED]

I absolutely love this song.

 

Lullaby for the Working Class - Inherent Song

 

"Can one articulate such rage

as loudspeaker flailing

distress and foreboding?

the building is burning

and a dog is howling at an ambulance passing

 

there's a riot in the street below

young men collide together

in the waning moonlight

cars speed recklessly by

as an old man bangs on a newspaper dispenser

mimicking a drunken heartbeat

 

I'm not afraid

 

In the hot July of the city night

bats will strike mosquitoes

in the haze of the floodlights

pointed up at the cathedral

 

a psalm resonates a dream recurring:

the first native tying a hide to a drum

and lifting a voice to mimic the cicada"

[23_Carra_Gold]

Who's that from?

 

1st one is Kanye West

 

2nd one is K'naan's verse on Nas & Damian Marley's album

[setreal]

Capistrano swallow, answer to your inner voice

and please return,

God installed that radar in your pointy little beak

so you'd return.

 

Epileptic surgeons with their eyes x'ed out

attend to the torn up kid.

salivate and reckon with all the sick things

that you did.

 

The secondary stumbles cause the cadence of the count

has lead them astray,

Pray their intuition leads them crashing into bodies

in a perfect way.

 

Architecture students are like virgins

with an itch they cannot scratch,

Never build a building till you're 50

what kind of life is that?

 

Stalled out on an escalator

wishing which way to return up or down,

My Palestinian nephew got his face blown off

in a dusty craft.

[Ezekiel 25:17]

This thread is all kinds of gay and I don't mind tellin' yer.