🎵 Favourite lyrics in a song

:musical_note: Favourite lyrics in a song


I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley’s wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.


All of the ones

The ones I don’t know

what song they’re from

seem to suck v.bad

like dominos pizza

The best bit is delivery


I dim all the lights and I sink in my chair.
The smoke from my cigarette climbs through the air.
The walls of my room fade away in the blue,
And I’m deep in a dream of you.


They sit in a building as old as time

And sing and pray to their God

Just to stop there being and end to life

When they lay the final sod.


I see you standin’ there
You think you’re so cool
Why don’t you just
Fuck off


Ya get nothin’ for nothin’
If that’s what ya do
Turn around bitch I got a use for you
Besides you ain’t got nothin’ better to do
And I’m bored


So save your breath, I will not hear.
I think I made it very clear.
You couldn’t hate enough to love.
Is that supposed to be enough?
I only wish you weren’t my friend.
Then I could hurt you in the end.
I never claimed to be a saint…


Crushed between the velvet sheets

The lucky music maker meets

His Match of The Day.

He lies she lies through crooked teeth and

Shouts abuse from underneath

The weight of his frame.


Can’t you see I’m easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you…
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I’ve got more friends like you
What do I do?


Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I’ve been belong?
You can’t be something you’re not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time


And he says the flavour’s flambouyant
Each sip sweetly poignant with a wave of the hand and a flick of the fringe
It baffles the quibblers, nit-pickers, nut-nibblers and unusual weapon to choose for a binge
Would these words sound the same on high street in broad daylight
But nothing escapes the ears of a playwright
He listens intently from the backseat of a Bentley
Let this feeling of change take hold of me gently

Now there’s fog on the Isis and the poets all blush
This scene is straight from the stroke of an impressionists brush
And now his glass is sat there next to mine
30mls of vodka lemonade and grenadine


Originally posted by @Goatboy

"Don’t you never say my little girl’s name in a song again!

Fuckin’ punk pussy little bitch!

I’ll fuck you up boy!

Never! Never in your muthafuckin life!

I’ll choke the shit outchu little muthafuckin bitch!”

You’re getting very alpha these days, Goaters…


It’s my mid life crisis. Can’t afford a sports car so I’m relying on Eminem for kicks.


There you all go…spouting all these fine high fallutin’ sentiments when, truth be told, the only one you’ll remember tomorrow is…

Hot Dog,

Jumping Frog,


…see fuckin’ genius. :laughing:


I could never understand how Amy could write such beautiful poetry over such a weed of a man. But she did.

He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy


So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while I’m still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before all this damage is done

But if it’s too much to ask, it’s too much to ask
Then send me a son


You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe [x3]
You a stupid hoe, (yeah) you a, you a stupid hoe
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid)
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid)
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid)
You a stupid hoe, (yeah) you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid)


Me, I’m just a lawnmower

You can tell by the way I walk

Yep, I know what I like


I dreamt about you last night

and I fell out of bed twice.



A new classic for karaoke tomorrow. Good shout

Gotta beat If you hate me after all I say

Can’t put it off any longer

Just gotta tell her anyway

Or to annoy George Weah’s Cousin from Stevesweb

Written in these walls are the stories that I can’t explain

I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days

Through to the chorus

The story of Bear’s life he takes her home

He sh@gs all night to try & keep warm & …