The Mountain King
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Post by The Mountain King on Aug 3, 2009 21:28:34 GMT -5
know a song with really really good lyrics? for me this one pretty much sums it up:
Miklagard Overture by Turisas
The song (and basically the album) is about a viking who joins this crew on a ship going through Holmgard to find the unknown land of Miklagard. this is the last song on the album, that basically sums the whole thing up
lyrics:
Long have I drifted without a course
A rudderless ship I have sailed
The Nile just keeps flowing without a source
Maybe all the seekers just failed?
To Holmgard and beyond
In search of a bond
Far from home I've come
But the road has just begun
Breathing history
Veiled in mystery
The sublime
The greatest of our time
Tsargrad!
"Come with us to the south
Write your name on our roll"
I was told;
Konstantinopolis
Sui generis
The saints and emperors
Of bygone centuries
The man-made birds in their trees
Out load their paean rings
Immortality!
In astonishing colours the East meets the West
The hill-banks arise in their green
In wonder I sit on my empty chest
As we glide down the strait in between
To Holmgard and beyond
In search of a bond
Distant church bells toll
For their god they chant and troll
Breathing history
Veiled in mystery
The sublime
The greatest of our time
Tsargrad!
The Norwegian of rank
In the court of The Prince
I was convinced
Konstantinopolis
Ten gates to eternity
Seen all for centuries
Your inconquerable walls
Your temples and your halls
See all, hear all, know it all
My sun rose in the North and now sets in the South
The Golden Horn lives up to its name
From tower to tower a chain guards its mouth
Unbreakable, they claim
To Holmgard and beyond
In a search of a bond
Adventures lie ahead
Many knots lie unravelled on my thread
Breathing history
Veiled in mystery
The sublime
The greatest of our time
Tsargrad!
Konstantinopolis
Queen of the cities
Your welcoming smile
Made all worthwhile
The sweat and the pain
Bathing in gold
Endless rooftops unfold
The sun sets for a while just to rise again
Great halls
Great halls
Greatest of all, Miklagard
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Post by twinn on Aug 3, 2009 21:35:42 GMT -5
"I Cry When Angels Deserve To Die" ----> System of A Down - Chop Suey
I've always loved that line...
There are a lot of other lines I love, but I'm drawing a blank right now
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Post by extreme on Aug 3, 2009 21:36:50 GMT -5
Dayman
Dayman AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Fighter of the Nightman AHHHHHHHHHH!!
Champion of the sun AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
You're the master of Karate
and friendship for everyone!
Assumption Song
There was an old farmer who lived on a rock
He sat in the meadow just shaking his
Fist at some boys who were down by the crick
Their feet in the water, their hands on their
Marbles and play things at a half passed four
There came a young lady who looked like a
Pretty, young preacher
She sat on the grass, she pulled up her dress
And she showed them her
Ruffles, and laces and white fluffy duck
She said she was learning a new way to
Bring up her children, so they would not spit
While the boys in the barnyard were shoveling
Refuse, and litter from yesterday's hunt
While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her
Eyes at the fellow, down by the dock
He looked like a man with a sizable
Home in the country, with a big fence out front
If he asked her politely, she'd show him her
Little pet dog, who was subject to fits
And maybe she'd let him grab hold of her
Small, tender hands with a movement so quick
And then she'd bend over and suck on his
Candy, so tasty made of butterscotch
And then he'd spread whip cream all over her
Cookies that she had left out on her shelf
If you think this is dirty
You can go f*ck yourself!
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Post by DTP. on Aug 3, 2009 21:46:48 GMT -5
Anything Nine Inch Nails.
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Post by Slay on Aug 3, 2009 22:19:30 GMT -5
At about 3:42
It's under my avi.
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Post by k5 on Aug 3, 2009 22:45:52 GMT -5
Wiped out in the city slick Another sick rock 'n' roller acting like a dick Needing cash Burning through the trash That piles up in this place And fills up behind my empty face Full of things that I'm not to do You come over with all of your friends And all their opinions I don't want to know And I'm looking over my shoulder Booking away with nowhere to go I run down to the corner lot It's forty-five past two I almost forgot to show Got a date to make with Mr. So-and-So After which I won't care when you all start to bitch and moan About being alone You come over with all of your friends And all their opinions I don't want to know And I'm looking over my shoulder Booking away with nowhere to go Well, can't you just leave me alone? You've already thrown all the sticks and stones You had to send my way Well, can't you just leave it at that? And spare us both the bother Because I just bounce back anyway I got nothing that I want to do more Than make another sonic "  you" to play Whenever you make my life cliche So to fit in some little box with the all the labeled crap You would say to keep confusion away You come over with all of your friends And all their opinions I don't want to know And I'm looking over my shoulder Booking away with nowhere to go You come over with all of your friends And all their opinions I don't want to know And I'm looking over my shoulder Booking away 'looking over my shoulder' by elliott smith. |
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Post by Johnny on Aug 3, 2009 22:49:29 GMT -5
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
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Post by MX5 on Aug 3, 2009 22:58:10 GMT -5
Pretty much every song from bands Brand New and Say Anything. Both are lyrical geniuses.
Here's an example.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2009 22:59:08 GMT -5
'Royal Jelly' by Dewey Cox from 'Walk Hard' (just for fun) Mailboxes drip like lampposts in the twisted birth canal of the coliseum Rim job fairy teapots mask the temper tantrum O' say can you see 'em Stuffed cabbage is the darling of the Laundromat 'N the sorority mascot sat with the lumberjack Pressing passing stinging half synthetic fabrication of his-- Time The mouse with the overbite explained how the rabbits were ensnared 'N the skinny scanty sylph trashed the apothecary diplomat Inside the three-eyed monkey within inches of his toaster oven life In my mind I'm half blind My inner ref Is mostly deaf I'm smell impaired If you cared My sense of taste is wasted on the phosphorescent orange peels of San Francisco axe-encrusted frenzy So let me touch you Let me touch you Let me touch you Let me touch you Where the Ro-yal Jelly gets made Coleratura singers bringing weeds and social clingers Hangers-on and fancy flingers To the dress ball Mushrooms and bowling pins Stove pipe hats and other things I can't recall From Juvenile hall We're so unlucky and stuff Woodrow Wilson never had it so tough Dairy Queen and Vaseline and Maybelline Paul Bunyan and James Dean Allegory agencies of pre-Raphaelite paganry And Shenandoah tapestries Compared with good mahogany Collapsing the undying postcard romance With feline perspicacity By the university That night I held a paucity Which you deemed common courtesy I wasn't what you thought I'd be I shouldn't have invited you to dance In my tree I'm halfway free And in my chair One quarter there In my dream One-sixteenth cream In the coffee of the Courtier Of the sycophant assistant to the king So let me touch you Let me touch you Let me touch you Let me touch you Where the Ro----yal Jelly gets made  |
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Post by HugoOne on Aug 4, 2009 0:53:18 GMT -5
To obtain a bird's eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze. - Brandon Boyd of Incubus
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Post by j2dacversion3 on Aug 4, 2009 0:55:16 GMT -5
Anything Biggie or Tupac.
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Post by Thunder on Aug 4, 2009 1:18:01 GMT -5
A few of my favorites
Rush - The Pass
Proud swagger out of the schoolyard
Waiting for the world's applause
Rebel without a conscience
Martyr without a cause
Static on your frequency
Electrical storm in your veins
Raging at unreachable glory
Straining at invisible chains
And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge
Staring down into a heartless sea
Can't face life on a razor's edge
Nothing's what you thought it would be
All of us get lost in the darkness
Dreamers learn to steer by the stars
All of us do time in the gutter
Dreamers turn to look at the cars
Turn around and turn around and turn around
Turn around and walk the razor's edge
Don't turn your back
And slam the door on me
It's not as if this barricade
Blocks the only road
It's not as if you're all alone
In wanting to explode
Someone set a bad example
Made surrender seem all right
The act of a noble warrior
Who lost the will to fight
And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge
Staring down into a heartless sea
Done with life on a razor's edge
Nothing's what you thought it would be
No hero in your tragedy
No daring in your escape
No salutes for your surrender
Nothing noble in your fate
Christ, what have you done?
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Bob Dylan - It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.
So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.
A question in your eyes is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And say God bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex they dare
To push fake morals insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say alright, I have had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
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Bob Dylan- Subterrean Homesick Blues
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the pig pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
Phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says the men they say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don’t try No-Doz
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Hangin' bell, hard to tell
If anything is gonna sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, ride rail
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
By losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hangin' 'round the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters
Oh get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance
Learn to dance, get dressed
Get blessed, try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Ya can't afford the scandal
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handle
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Post by shadyinc on Aug 4, 2009 1:51:04 GMT -5
you aint gotta like me , your just mad cause I tell it how it is and you tell it how it might be ..
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Post by Focalin on Aug 4, 2009 5:40:13 GMT -5
Anything Nine Inch Nails. You're stealing MY GIMMICK! |
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Post by lector on Aug 4, 2009 5:44:13 GMT -5
Believe, me when you lie
You will never need to recognize yourself
To deceive
To remove all chance of doubt and be received
With your lie
The deception is complete, when you concede
And decide
To reject your lives, sacrifice to me
Penance can’t absolve your sin
Into me, penance can't absolve your sin
All your belief, cannot absolve your sin
All your belief, cannot absolve your sin
Believe, me when you lie
You will never need to recognize the source
Of deceit
To renew your faith in God
You must believe in your lie
The redemption is complete when you conceive
And decline
To release your lives, sacrifice to me
Penance can’t absolve your sin
Into me, penance can't absolve your sin
All your belief, cannot absolve your sin
All your belief, cannot absolve your sin
Reap your life like you want to
Recognize, all you've come to
Reap your life like you want to
Recognize, all you've come to
Reap your life, veiled in shadow
Recognize, faces of the crucified
I can hear their screams tonight
Ever haunting me
Burn your lie
Into me, penance can’t absolve your sin
Into me, penance can't absolve your sin
All your belief, cannot absolve your sin
All your belief, cannot absolve your sin
I know all your belief, cannot absolve your sin
I know all your belief, cannot absolve your sin
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Post by HandsomeHollywood on Aug 4, 2009 6:33:59 GMT -5
a few of my favorites
In my fantasy you look good entwined
In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine
You’re my deep secret
I’m your pantomime
I’ll just move my hands
I promise you’ll see what I mean
- Incubus
Pantomime
i know someday you'll have a beautiful life
i know you'll be a star
in somebody else's sky
but why can't it be mine?
- Pearl Jam
Black
My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war and
Ribbons of euphoria
Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go round
My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact Im trying to say its frigthened like me
And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from, eh,
Giving my life to a rainbow like you
- JImmi Hendrix
Bold As Love
someday this place is going to burn
is your whole life in the waiting
someday their heads are going to turn and they'll realize
you're missing
we are there
- Matthew Good
Suburbia
Matthew Good - ANYTHING
I remember me
And all the little things that make up a memory
Like she said she loved to watch me sleep
Like she said:
Its the breathing, its the breathing in and out and in and...
Have you seen me lately?
I was out on the radio starting to change
Somewhere out in america its raining
Could you tell me one thing you remember about me
And have you seen me lately?
I guess I thought that someone would notice
I guess I thought somebody would say something
If I was missing
Cant you see me?
Come on color me in
Come on color me in
Give me your blue rain
Give me your black sky
Give me your green eyes
Come on give me your white skin
Come on give me your white skin
Come on give me your white skin
- Counting Crows
Have You Seen Me Lately?
step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white
- Counting Crows
Round Here
on the wrong way out
on the causeway to neverwhere
dear my friends in the time we've spent forever
after beyond this when will our nightmare ever end?
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops.
- Coheed and Cambria
Three Evils (Embodied In Love And Shadow)
Talking crap about a pretty sunset
Blanketing opinions that Ill probably reget soon
Ive changed my mind so much I cant even trust it
My mind changed me so much I cant even trust myself
- Modest Mouse
Talking crap About a Pretty Sunset
all of In My Life by The Beatles
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Post by CMD on Aug 4, 2009 8:23:49 GMT -5
Dillinger Four- "Doublewhiskeycokenoice"
"Sometimes it's simple things that make it hard
Spoiled baby T's with credit cards
Overtime always on my mind
Could have been's eat away inside now
Praise God and pass the bottle of Beam
Because tonight I can't seem to say what I mean
Don't know if I would even if I could, Amen
Somehow this seems like borrowed time
Pay it no mind, everything is fine
But sometimes I'd rather hear laughter while this whole place died
A johnny jump-up is a lovely thing
A pint of cider and some whiskey
I had four dead inside of me
Just to hear this jackass sing his line about
How he used to hang out somewhere "back in the day"
Knowing terms only that an bunghole would say
So I sat there drinking more
Thinking about drinking more
Nelson Algren came to me
And said clebrate the ugly things
The beat up side of what they call pride
could be the measure of these days
God save Otis Redding because I know he's never gone
As sick falls from this mouth hear me sing it wrong
Is it "cigarettes and coffee" now or Dreams to be Remembered
I'll leave regrets for dead and sing along
So I'm reaching for the phone, I don't want to be alone
I want to get some friends here tonight
I got a basement full of booze and some blues to lose
I'll ignore the whole world tonight
It will be alright"
-CMD
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Post by DTP. on Aug 4, 2009 8:35:19 GMT -5
Anything Nine Inch Nails. You're stealing MY GIMMICK! D: SORRY BOSS. Lmfao. |
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Post by The Silent Flute (joepetree) on Aug 4, 2009 11:05:35 GMT -5
Anything that The Used Performs or Tomd Delonge or Mark Hoppus Sings are my favorite lyrics
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Post by CM Poor on Aug 4, 2009 11:49:59 GMT -5
I've been lost and broken hearted,
it's been weeks since I've been home.
I'd better finish what I've started,
clench my fists and stand alone.
There ain't no time like the present,
and there ain't no secrets here.
And if drinking was my living,
well then I'd be a millionaire.
Here's to good times.
Here's to good times.
May our roads one day cross again.
Here's to good times.
Here's to good times.
May our roads one day cross again.
I am pretty, I'm pretty vacant,
and I ain't afraid to die.
I ain't weak or complacent,
can't you see that in my eyes?
And to hell with all the others
that don't feel the same as me.
And to the devil with what they're thinking,
because I know who I must be.
Here's to good times.
Here's to good times.
May our roads one day cross again.
Here's to good times.
Here's to good times.
May our roads one day cross again.
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I dont know good luck