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Happy birthday fucker | | 1 | | Fugazi
Returning the Screw
A fine disservice
Deceptive, too
Check for the sender
Sender was you
Caught me wide open
No simple burn
This is complicated
Calls for return
Fine disservice
Intended, too
Check for the sender
Sender was you
The point has been recorded,
The malice has been revealed
When I stripped away the humor
From the arrow it concealed
Sharpened and soaked in urine,
It was meant to spread disease
But now discovered
Becomes the sweet antithesis
Returning the screw
It comes back to you | | 2 | | Slint
Don, Aman
The light.
Their backs.
The conversation.
The couples, romancing, so natural.
His friends stare,
With eyes, like the heads of nails.
The others.
Glances.
With amusement,
With evasion,
With contempt.
So distant,
With malice,
For being a sty
In their engagement | | 3 | | Ween
Poopship Destroyer
People, ya'll ready to cruise on the poopship now, motherfucker?
Are ya'll poopin' on the big doggy poopship, motherfucker?
You know what it's about to be on the poopship, but
People down here in missouri cruisin' on the big poop log
Cruisin' on the poop ship, sector 6, warp 9 (haha)
Cruisin' on the big poop ship, folks!
Get with it, fucker! | | 4 | | Faith No More
The Gentle Art of Making Enemies
Don't look so suprprised
Happy birthday.... fucker | | 5 | | Husker Du
Diane
Hey little girl, do you need a ride?
Well, I've got room in my wagon why don't you hop inside
We could cruise down Robert Street all night long
But I think I'll just rape you, and kill you instead | | 6 | | Bob Dylan
Idiot Wind
I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else
instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory. | | 7 | | The Replacements
Here Comes A Regular
Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes
He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut
All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy
The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts
First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow
Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call
First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow
Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall | | 8 | | Pink Floyd
Dogs
And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in | |
MrPoopular
10.16.09 | 'you'll get the chance to put the knife in' *guitar solo* BAMM | qwe4
10.16.09 | 8 is fucking sweeeet
as is 2
and 1
and basically whole list | BrandNewBoognish
10.16.09 | Yeah i'm getting back into Floyd big time | qwe4
10.16.09 | i love slint's take on adding words to music | MrPoopular
10.16.09 | Ian Mackaye writes cool lyrics. Except for The Evens they were kinda blah | romgsom
10.16.09 | 4 is pretty amazing | johnnyblaze
10.16.09 | The opening verse to Idiot Wind is so fucking funny.
"I cant help it it I'm lucky... Idiot Wind!"
Nice list. | BrandNewBoognish
10.16.09 | Can't go wrong with Dylan. usually. |
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