🎵 Favourite lyrics in a song

:musical_note: Favourite lyrics in a song
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#81

Some photographs of a summer’s day
A little boy’s lifetime away
Is all I’ve left of everything we’ve done
Like a pale moon in a sunny sky
Death gazes down as I pass by
To remind me that I’m but my father’s son


#82

Stop the thread.

We’re done.


#83

Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’
I was layin’ in bed
Wond’rin’ if she’d changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
And I was standin’ on the side of the road
Rain fallin’ on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I’ve paid some dues gettin’ through
Tangled up in blue


#84

"You know why my heads so numb,

My grandmother sucked my dick and I didn’t cum,

Smacked the whore for talking crap,

So what if she’s handicapped,

The bitch said Bizarre couldn’t rap.

I fucking hate you,

I’ll take your drawers down and rape you,

While Dr Dre videotapes you."

Good wholesome lyrics to live your life by in my opinion.


#85

"Cats foot, iron claw, neurosurgeons scream for more,

At paranoias poison door,

Twenty first century schizoid man".


#86

There are some things you can’t cover up

With lipstick and powder

:slight_frown:


#87

Hot dog, jumping frog…Albuquerque.

I rest my case. :laughing:


#88

Making love to
The Mersey Tunnel
With a sausage, have you ever been to Liverpool?
Please don’t talk much
It burns my ears
Tonight you’ve talked for a thousand years


#89

“I love your sticky rice
Butt fucking all night
Korean barbecue
Bitch I love you
I love your creamy yellow thighs
Ooh your slanted eyes
It’s the Year of the Dragon
Ninja pussy I’m stabbin’” -Day Above Ground


#90

“I’m shooting babies, no ifs, ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis
After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the ice pick
Because he wanted me to fuck her from the back
But Smalls don’t get down like that.”

Gotta love rap.


#91

One for Lou:

So I ran up on her, hey wassup bitch I got a question
If your lot of Smith & Wessons gonna teach ya ass a lesson
You ever fucked around on me before? “Hell no!” *smack*
“Yo what you hit me with that gun for?”
Bitch why you lyin, bitch you’ve been cheatin
Now I gotsa to give your motherfuckin ass a beatin
I punched her in the ribcage and kicked her in the stomach
Take off all my motherfuckin jewellery, bitch runnin
I stomped her and I kicked her and I punched her in the face
Some people crowded around but nobody got out of place
Don’t want heroics, “Hey buddy” - aiyyo money don’t get in this
“Hey miss you alright?” - motherfucker mind your business!
I’m bashin her with the nine, inches away from pullin the trigger
But a nigga got to hit her till I see her face get bigger
I’m sick of all the bullshit, tired of all the nonsense
So I pistol whipped the bitch till her ass fell out of conscious
Now she’s all bloodied up, layin in that red shit
Bitch press charges, I guarantee you she’s a dead bitch
The first time you play me is your last
So yo don’t interrupt me when I’m whoopin on my bitch ass

Verse two gets a bit nasty.


#92

Who wants to live forever?

Who dares to love forever?

When love must die…

…Forever is our today,

Who waits forever anyway?


#93

Originally posted by @saintbletch

Originally posted by @Rallyboy

Some photographs of a summer’s day
A little boy’s lifetime away
Is all I’ve left of everything we’ve done
Like a pale moon in a sunny sky
Death gazes down as I pass by
To remind me that I’m but my father’s son

Stop the thread.

We’re done.

That’s a bit harsh, B-Stench. Those lyrics aren’t that bad.


#94

Life is a lemon and I want my money back.


#95

God dammit Amy, we’re not kids any more.
You can’t just keep waltzing out of my life,
Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor,
Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn’t hurt.
You should be more to me by now than just heartbreak in a short skirt.

You kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I made when I was a kid,
With a disassembled disposable razor I stole from my dad,
When I thought that suffering was something profound,
That weighed down on wise heads,
And not just something to be avoided,
Something normal people dread.

God dammit Amy, well of course I’ve changed.
With all the things I’ve done and the places I’ve been
I’d be a machine if I had stayed the same.
But you’re still back where we started, you haven’t changed at all.
You’re still trying to live like a kid, like you can always have it all.

You know you kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I hid as best I could,
That I covered with ink, but in the right kind of light they still bleed through,
Showing that there are some things I just can’t change no matter what I do:
The tell-tale signs of being used,
Of being trapped inside of you.

You’re a beautiful butterfly
Burned with a branding iron
Onto my outsides into my insides
As a simple sign:
To show off your ownership.
Burned into my naked skin,
Onto my outsides into my insides.

It’s not even love any more,
It’s just a claim upon my soul.
It stains my skin, yeah it’s on my breath,
And I’m ashamed to get undressed
In front of strangers in case they see
The tell tale signs that you have left all over me.

God dammit Amy.
You’ll always remind me of scars on my arms that I know will never fade.
And it’s not like it’s something I think about each and every day -
I just occasionally catch myself scratching them, as if they’d ever go away.
But these tell tale signs are here to stay, and in the end you know that’s OK.
You will always be a part of my patched-up patchwork taped-up tape-deck heart.

[OK it’s an entire song - because I know purists will read it all, but for the pedantic I’ve highlighted the relevant piece of genius]


#96

I feel like a flower unwanted in spring,

Alone and forsaken, transplanted in vain,

To a garden of sadness where its petals would fall,

In the shadow of undying pain.


#97

We are secrets to each other
Each one’s life a novel
No one else has read
Even joined in bonds of love
We’re linked to one another
By such slender threads

We are planets to each other
Drifting in our orbits
To a brief eclipse
Each of us a world apart
Alone and yet together
Like two passing ships

Just between us
I think it’s time for us to recognize
The differences we sometimes fear to show
Just between us
I think it’s time for us to realize
The spaces in between
Leave room for you and I to grow


#98

How does one lose the spaces between lines in posts? I can’t see any way of doing it, so I must be looking in the wrong place…


#99

Was that Bob Dylan from his Wrong Place album?


#100

My mate stampy (lurker on here, and I suspect, in real life too) claims to have walked into a church and said the lyrics:-

Five in one, baby
One in five
No-one here gets
Out alive

He was not invited back.