Your favorite song lyric/lyrics

I just get numb when you are hard to find- from cut out shapes by Magazine

Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown
'Cause everybody knows
(She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please
(She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease
(She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
You're put down in her book
You're number thirty seven, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you
Femme fatale by velvet underground




Just a few examples what's yours?

 

Few of my favourite Floyd lyrics

"Long you live and high you'll fly, and smiles you'll give, tears you'll cry and all you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be"

“Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?”

“There's someone in my head, but it's not me.”

“Remember when you were young?
You shone like the Sun."

“Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.”

“One of These Days I'm Going to Cut You Into Little Pieces.”

 

This one of REM, Country Feedback always does it for me.

This flower is scorched, this film is on
On a maddening loop, these clothes
These clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame
It's all the same
It's all the same

You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions

We've been through fake-a-breakdown
Self-hurt, plastics, collections
Self-help, self-pain
EST, psychics, * all

I was central, I had control
I lost my head
I need this, I need this

A paperweight, junk garage
Wedding ring, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged

A hotline, a wanted ad
It's crazy what you could've had

It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this, I need this

It's crazy what you could've had
Crazy what you could've had
I need it, I need this

It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this, I, I need this

It's crazy what you could've had
I need this, I need this

It's crazy what you could've had
Crazy what you could've had
I need this, I need this

Crazy what you could've had
Crazy what you could've had

You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out

 

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don’t matter, anyhow
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don’t know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
So don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you anymore
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
But goodbye’s too good a word, gal
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

 

* classic mate Loved John Cale singing it live when the Velvet Underground got back together. Love lyrics to I'll be your Mirror too and Pale Blue Eyes

 

'Nutz on ya chin,since you put yourself on my *,I'll put my nutz on ya chin'

Eazy-E 'Nutz on Ya Chin'.

 

"I am ill, but I'm not dead, and I don't know which of those I prefer. Because that limb, which I have lost, it was the only thing holding me up".

That is from my favourite song of all time and is from, in my opinion, the greatest album ever recorded.

 

The doors roadhouse blues


Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.

The future's uncertain
And the end is always near.

 

When it comes to *, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff *
Biggie squeeze it to make * fit, now check this *
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the *, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize the * size in these Karl Kani jeans
I wear thirteens, know what I mean
I * around and hit you with the Hennessey *
Mess around and go blind, don't get to see *

The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn't matter
Skinny or fat or light-skinned or black, baby I drop
These boricua mommies screamin "Ay papi!"
I * nonstop, lick my lips alot, used to lick the * alot
But lickin * had to stop
Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow, really though
I got the cleanest meanest *, ya never seen this stroke of genius
So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next
* gettin rougher when it come to the nut buster
* crusher, black nasty *
I don't chase em, I replace em
and if I'm caressin em, I'm undressin em
* whatcha heard who's the best in New York
For fillin fantasies without that * Mr. Roarke
Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my *
And when I'm done I got to split *
Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin for an intermission
* the kissin, lickin down to your belly button, I ain't frontin
They don't call me B.I.G. for nuttin

 

'That's why I * your * you fat *'

2Pac - 'Hit Em Up'

 

'Elvis was a hero to most,but he never meant * to me you see.Straight up racist,that sucker was simple and plain - * him and John Wayne'

Public Enemy - 'Fight The Power'

 

Bob Dylan's 'Like a Rolling Stone'. Loads of amazing imagery in that song.

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

 

So romantic :smiley-laughing002:

 

Rape me, rape me my friend
Rape me, rape me again
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me, my friend
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You're gonna stink and burn
Rape me, rape me my friend
Rape me, rape me again
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one

 

Cannot believe I was eliminated from BOtB with that tune.

 

Im a barbie girl in a barbie world :icon_mrgreen:

 

KRS rubbing it in, I got eliminated with that :smiley-laughing002:

 

Ay *! wait til you see my *
Wait til you see my *
Ay *! wait til you see my *
Imma beat dat * up
Ay *! wait til you see my *
Wait you see my *
Ay *! wait til you see my *
Imma beat dat * up

Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM

Beat da * up, Beat da * up, Beat da * up, Beat da * up, Beat da * up, Beat da * up, Beat da *
Up, Beat da * up

Nah, in all seriousness I quite like Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat. No cause I'm gay or anything, but the lyrics hit me quite hard about the idea of being an outcast and having to leave what you know in order to find peace within yourself:

You leave in the morning
With everything you own in a little black case

Alone on the platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face

Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
For the answer you seek
Will never be found at home
The love that you need
Will never be found at home

Pushed around and kicked around
Always a lonely boy

You were the one
That they'd talk about around town
As they put you down
And as hard as they would try
They'd hurt to make you cry

But you'd never cry to them
Just to your soul
No you'd never cry to them
Just to your soul

 

'Gap teeth in ya mouth, so ma dicks gots to fit'

D R E

 

tangled up in blue