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I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the Seven-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money got no strings attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street
We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the north east state
When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some guys come home from work and wash up
And go racing in the street
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats
Calling out around the world, we're going racing in the street
I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away
But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
When I come home the house is dark
She sighs "Baby did you make it all right"
She sits on the porch of her daddy's house
But all her pretty dreams are torn
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels
Rumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands
Tonight tonight the highway's bright
Out of our way mister you best keep
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the Seven-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money got no strings attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street
We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the north east state
When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some guys come home from work and wash up
And go racing in the street
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats
Calling out around the world, we're going racing in the street
I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away
But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
When I come home the house is dark
She sighs "Baby did you make it all right"
She sits on the porch of her daddy's house
But all her pretty dreams are torn
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels
Rumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands
Tonight tonight the highway's bright
Out of our way mister you best keep
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street
"Wooden Jesus"
Temple of the Dog
Lyrics - Chris Cornell
Wooden Jesus where are you from?
Korea or Canada, maybe Taiwan?
I didn't know it was the holy land.
But I believed from the minute the check left my hand
And I pray.
Can I be saved, I spent all my money
On a future grave
Wooden Jesus I'll cut you in on twenty percent of my future sin
And I pray.
Porcelain Mary her majesties pure
Looking for virgin territory
Coat hanger halos don't come cheap
From television shepherds with living room sheep,
And I pray.
Can I be saved,I spent all my money on a future grave
Wooden Jesus I'll cut you in on twenty percent of my future sin.
Temple of the Dog
Lyrics - Chris Cornell
Wooden Jesus where are you from?
Korea or Canada, maybe Taiwan?
I didn't know it was the holy land.
But I believed from the minute the check left my hand
And I pray.
Can I be saved, I spent all my money
On a future grave
Wooden Jesus I'll cut you in on twenty percent of my future sin
And I pray.
Porcelain Mary her majesties pure
Looking for virgin territory
Coat hanger halos don't come cheap
From television shepherds with living room sheep,
And I pray.
Can I be saved,I spent all my money on a future grave
Wooden Jesus I'll cut you in on twenty percent of my future sin.
I'm gonna turn this into a guessing game. 
No. 1
The mid-day sky was grey and purple
At least it wasn't blue
I want the sky to be the way I am
And what I do
For I have been a lost and lonely
Sailor on your sea
Run aground by trusting signals
You were sending me
The streets are filled with empty faces
Nothing here is new
It's just the same in other places
I have journeyed to
I was the first across the water
The last across the land
I walked out of the silver mine
My pockets full of sand
Alone inside my head
Alone inside my room
I feel alone inside my head
Alone inside my tiny little world
It's not my life in those old pictures
The ones you threw away
For I was always someone else
And always far away
Walking in the darkest places
Where the mission meets
Waiting for the ground to open up
Beneath my feet
Alone inside my head
Alone inside my room
I feel alone inside my head
Alone inside my tiny little world
No. 1The mid-day sky was grey and purple
At least it wasn't blue
I want the sky to be the way I am
And what I do
For I have been a lost and lonely
Sailor on your sea
Run aground by trusting signals
You were sending me
The streets are filled with empty faces
Nothing here is new
It's just the same in other places
I have journeyed to
I was the first across the water
The last across the land
I walked out of the silver mine
My pockets full of sand
Alone inside my head
Alone inside my room
I feel alone inside my head
Alone inside my tiny little world
It's not my life in those old pictures
The ones you threw away
For I was always someone else
And always far away
Walking in the darkest places
Where the mission meets
Waiting for the ground to open up
Beneath my feet
Alone inside my head
Alone inside my room
I feel alone inside my head
Alone inside my tiny little world
No 2
On the subject of being Alone, this one is in a hotel room.
If I came into your city
Hung up on a game
Would you give me your assistance
Though you didn't know my name
Though you didn't know my name
Though you didn't know my pain
Would you give me your assistance
Though you didn't know my name
I woke up in a hotel room
And felt the weather couldn't touch me
Had a dream at the heart of doom
If I couldn't hope, you wouldn't trust me
Injured part is in my bed
And someone said
They shouldn't touch me
Can the surgeon cut it from my head
If I couldn't hope, you wouldn't trust me
If I came into your city
Hung up on a game
Would you give me your assistance
Though you didn't know my name
Though you didn't know my name
Though you didn't know my name
Would you give me your assistance
Though you couldn't save my pain
Don't want to wake up far away
To hear them say, we found him
Would I see there's more to me
Than the shape I walk around in
Old men, young men
Tired and worn men
Raise your soul in the centre of life
Old men, young men
Tired and worn men
Raise your soul in the centre of light
Raise your soul in the centre of life
Christ, what are they on to write stuff like this? (nope, not part of the lyrics!)
On the subject of being Alone, this one is in a hotel room.
If I came into your city
Hung up on a game
Would you give me your assistance
Though you didn't know my name
Though you didn't know my name
Though you didn't know my pain
Would you give me your assistance
Though you didn't know my name
I woke up in a hotel room
And felt the weather couldn't touch me
Had a dream at the heart of doom
If I couldn't hope, you wouldn't trust me
Injured part is in my bed
And someone said
They shouldn't touch me
Can the surgeon cut it from my head
If I couldn't hope, you wouldn't trust me
If I came into your city
Hung up on a game
Would you give me your assistance
Though you didn't know my name
Though you didn't know my name
Though you didn't know my name
Would you give me your assistance
Though you couldn't save my pain
Don't want to wake up far away
To hear them say, we found him
Would I see there's more to me
Than the shape I walk around in
Old men, young men
Tired and worn men
Raise your soul in the centre of life
Old men, young men
Tired and worn men
Raise your soul in the centre of light
Raise your soul in the centre of life
Christ, what are they on to write stuff like this? (nope, not part of the lyrics!)
Here's some 'one liners' that are my favourites.
[I]Oh there ain't no love no, Montagues or Capulets
Just banging tunes 'n' DJ sets 'n'
Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness![/I]
[I]Some might say they don’t believe in heaven, go and tell that to the man who lives in hell.[/]
We'll be here all day if we get into Hip Hop.
Taskmaster burst the bionic zit-splitter
Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter
We lean all day and some say that ain't productive
That depend upon the demons that you're stuck with
Cause right now, I see clearer than most
I sit here contending with this cheese on toast
I feel the pain of a third world famine
Segue, we count them blessings and keep jamming
[I]Oh there ain't no love no, Montagues or Capulets
Just banging tunes 'n' DJ sets 'n'
Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness![/I]
[I]Some might say they don’t believe in heaven, go and tell that to the man who lives in hell.[/]
We'll be here all day if we get into Hip Hop.
Taskmaster burst the bionic zit-splitter
Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter
We lean all day and some say that ain't productive
That depend upon the demons that you're stuck with
Cause right now, I see clearer than most
I sit here contending with this cheese on toast
I feel the pain of a third world famine
Segue, we count them blessings and keep jamming
Roofless Toothless said:
The Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band managed to get the line "prefabricated concrete coal bunker" into one of their songs. I thought that was pretty clever.
Everything they put into their songs was clever... or should that be mad?I mean, a song title. Sofa Head!
My son, I give to thee
The total of my lifetime's work,
An alcoholic legacy.
The ballpoint blue of old tattoos,
The shrieks of a drunken w h o r e,
The wine-red stains on both the plains,
A slip on the lavatory floor.
I am a big fan of a lot of Nick Cave lyrics, he has done so many great songs but the Higgs Boson Blues is a stand out song for me:
"Hannah Montana does the African Savannah
As the simulated rainy season begins
She curses the queue at the zoo loos
And moves on to Amazonia
Cries with the dolphins
The Mai-Mai eat the pigmy, the pigmy eat the monkey
The monkey has a gift that he is sending back to you
Look! Here come the missionary
With his smallpox and flu
Saving them savages with his Higgs Boson Blues"
"Hannah Montana does the African Savannah
As the simulated rainy season begins
She curses the queue at the zoo loos
And moves on to Amazonia
Cries with the dolphins
The Mai-Mai eat the pigmy, the pigmy eat the monkey
The monkey has a gift that he is sending back to you
Look! Here come the missionary
With his smallpox and flu
Saving them savages with his Higgs Boson Blues"
Clutch are probably my favourite with gems like:
I got your number.
I steal your thunder.
I got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm.
or
Oh how it breaks my heart this photograph.
Several in the ministry practice a fuzzy math.
And some of us wear the robes of the righteous
Are a little more next of kin
To the Sleestak, the wicked one who makes a meal of our sins.
or
When I Die You Can Cut Me Up And Take All That You Please,
But Pity The Poor Dumb Fool Who Gets My Bleeding Spleen.
Corn Pone, I Born Tomorrow, My Bone Marrow Protein Filled
Scotch Whiskey Men Of Tain Have Come To Split Your Skills.
...
They came marching down the street in robes
In the spirit of the Spanish inquisition
Guitars and trombones
Mechanical monkeys make good musicians
Street urchins, the smugglers and dingos
Dead languages and living man's lingos
Put the relics of a saint in a glass box
And march him around the block
I got your number.
I steal your thunder.
I got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm.
or
Oh how it breaks my heart this photograph.
Several in the ministry practice a fuzzy math.
And some of us wear the robes of the righteous
Are a little more next of kin
To the Sleestak, the wicked one who makes a meal of our sins.
or
When I Die You Can Cut Me Up And Take All That You Please,
But Pity The Poor Dumb Fool Who Gets My Bleeding Spleen.
Corn Pone, I Born Tomorrow, My Bone Marrow Protein Filled
Scotch Whiskey Men Of Tain Have Come To Split Your Skills.
...
They came marching down the street in robes
In the spirit of the Spanish inquisition
Guitars and trombones
Mechanical monkeys make good musicians
Street urchins, the smugglers and dingos
Dead languages and living man's lingos
Put the relics of a saint in a glass box
And march him around the block
daphantom said:
most Morrissey lyrics to be fair.
But i always thought F.E.A.R by Ian brown was clever. Every sentence having words beginning with F,E,A and R
Saw the title of this thread and immediately thought of F.E.A.R. - had a scan through first to see if nobody had mentioned it yet.But i always thought F.E.A.R by Ian brown was clever. Every sentence having words beginning with F,E,A and R
ETA: Ironic by Alanis Morrissette is a very clever song.
"Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic... don't you think"
Edited by bullfis7 on Thursday 7th September 14:57
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