Lyric game

[blueeyedirishguitarguy]

Well I'm sure this has been posted before but I wanted to make one of my own....I'll start.....the next person tells whether they find it clever....then they post their favorite clever lyric...

Taking Back Sunday - Your so last summer

You could cut my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt


:sighs in hopes of finding cleverness in meself

[morrissey]

Was this inspired by me? :naughty:

well I have many, but I'll keep it to two.

Frankly Mr. Shankly - The Smiths
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly

The Queen is Dead - the Smiths
She said : "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
I said : "That's nothing - you should hear me play piano"

[blueeyedirishguitarguy]

Yeah...you've gotten me in a clever mood...I've actually rewritten half the lines to this new song i'm working on....ok i'll throw another line out there....I don't care what anyone says...Chris for Dashboard is amazingly clever when it comes to songwriting.....this is "the good fight"


Consider the odds,
Consider the obvious.
The martyr is meaningless,
The campaign has died.
In the planning stages and the fallen faces
Are the singular proof that it was ever alive.

This purchased rebellion has been outbidded,
Denounced and rescinded and left to die championless.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you, I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
And watched the floor as you retreated.

Hope has sprung a perfect dive
A perfect day, a perfect lie.
A slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat.

Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?
Basking in your victory,
Hollow and alone
While you boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who'll listen.
While you're left with nothing tangible to gain.

frikin a....he is a genius....

[morrissey]

SAINTS AND SAILORS... I've loved this song for years

this is where i say i've had enough and
no one should ever feel the way that i feel now.
a walking open wound,
a trophy display of bruises
and i dont belive im getting any better.

waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
and im thinking awful things
and im pretty sure that few would notice.
and this apartment
is starving for an argument.
anything at all to break the slience.



wandering this house
like i've never wanted out
and this is about as social as i get now
and im throwing away the letters that i am writing you.
'cause they would never do.

CORUS: so dont be a lier,
dont say that "everythings working"
when everythings broken.
and you smile like a saint
but you curse like a sailor
and your eyes say the joke's on me.

[drumsforcrack]

wow, these are pretty good lyrics.I think i have a good one.

Thursday, For the workforce drowning

Falling from the top floor your lungs
fill like parachutes
windows go rushing by.
people inside,
dressed for the funeral in black and white.
These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,
found in the cubicle;
without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.

please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
don't let me drown before the workday ends.

9 to 5! 9 to 5!

and we're up to our necks,
drowning in the seconds,
ingesting the morning commute
lost in a dead subway sleep
we will not lie awake in our parents beds,
tossing and turning.
tomorrow we'll get up
drive to work,
single file
with everyday
it's like the last.
waiting for the life to start, is it always just ahead of the curve?

please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
don't let me drown before the workday ends.

just keep making copies
of copies
of copies
when will it end?

it'll never end,
'til it gets so bad
that the ink fills in our fingerprints
and the silouhette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
and even in our dreams we're so afraid the way we'll offset who we are
all those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs.
last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys
and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea.

save our ship
the anchor is part of the desk
we can't cut free,
the water is flooding the decks
the memo's sent through the currents
computers spark like flares
i can see them.
they don't touch me,
touch me.

please someone,
teach me how to swim.
please, don't let me drown,
please, don't let me drown.

seriously, check out some of the other stuff by thursday, it's a lyrical masterpiece. Yeah, i think all of the lyrics on this thread are clever.

[Burningwater]

Hooker with a ***** by Tool

I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings,
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
back From '92,
on the first EP.
And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.
Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
And if I'm the man,
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that f uckin' finger up your a ss.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f uck.
I sold out long before you ever even heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip s hit,
And you bought one.
I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
If I'm the f uckin' man
Then you're the f uckin' man as well
So you can
Point that f uckin' finger up your a ss.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f uck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip s hit,
And you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar
Shut up and
Buy my new record
Send more money
f uck you, buddy.

Knowing what Tool stands for(artistic work, not money) this song was a laugh and a half.

[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

/requests mod to close this

[Electric Riley]

The Sound of Silence - Paul Simon

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
’neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out it’s warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.

[mshort813]

wait...what is the point of this thread? just to post lyrics? what the hell is this?

[Burningwater]

look at the first post :rolleyes: