[Lyrics] Lyrics That Fit Your Situation RIGHT NOW!

[Posh]

I'm tempted to post 'Easy' by the Commodores, but this Afghan Whigs song is probably more accurate.

I'll warn you, if cornered, I'll scratch my way out of the pen
Wired, an animal
The claustrophobia begins
You think I'm scared of girls
Well maybe
But I'm not afraid of you
You want to scare me then you'll cling to me no matter what I do
Tell you a secret
They shared a needle once or twice
I loved her, she loved me
We slept together a couple of times
You think I'm proud of this
Well maybe
But the shame you never lose
Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse
And it goes down every night
This must be what jail is really like
And I will scratch my way out of this pen, again

Lonely?
Maybe
Or maybe not
It all depends
Your ideal, your image
Your definition of a friend
If what you're shoveling is company
Then I'd rather be alone
Resentment always goes much further than it was supposed to go

[Rowsbette]

Excellent thread, though I'm 99% sure it's been done before.

I'm decidedly unimaginative at the moment, the only appropriate line I can think of at present is: "Why is the bedroom so cold?" (all you kids should know that one) because I'm... er... sitting in a cold bedroom.

The rest of the song's irrelevent at present.

Originally Posted by Posh

I'm tempted to post 'Easy' by the Commodores, but this Afghan Whigs song is probably more accurate.

I was gonna post the Velvet Underground for the same reason.

"You're the Prince to my ballerina
You feed other people's parking meters
You would share your last jelly bean
and you would somersault in sand with me"

All about someone who makes my world shine that little bit brighter

[Posh]

Originally Posted by Rowsbette

I was gonna post the Velvet Underground for the same reason.

Heh, yeah. I think this morning is a lot more 'Who Loves the Sun?' than that song though.

THIS SONG PERFECTLY DESCRIBES HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW!!!

I write this alone on my bed
I've poisoned every room in the house
The place is quiet and so alone
Pretend there's something worth waiting for
There's nothing nice in my head
The adult world took it all away
Wake up with same spit in my mouth
Cannot tell if it is real or not
I try and walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity

From despair to where

Outside open mouthed crowds
Pass each other as if they're drugged
Down pale corridors of routine
Where life falls unatoned
The weak kick like straw
Till the world means less and less
Words are never enough
Just cheap tarnished glitter
I try and walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
A cripple walks in a straight line

An imitation of dignity

[Rowsbette]

Gold Against the Soul is heavily underrated.

[Posh]

'Sleepflower' is probably my favourite Manics song... And it has the best inside sleeve pics... James with the beard looking 'Serpico' as fuck, screaming into the mic... Amazing...

[Jody]

Placebo - Pure Morning.



A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breast and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather,

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who'll tease is better,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather,

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
My Japanese is better,
And when she's pressed she will undress,
And then she's boxing clever,

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,

Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning
Pure morning
Pure morning

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who'll tease is better,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather,

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,

Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning
Pure morning
Pure morning

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
My Japanese is better,
And when she's pressed she will undress,
And then she's boxing clever,

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breast and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather.

[Pete!]

You're the man I'll never be
Nothing will compare, no one can ever compete
The pinicle to it's clear to see
Nothing will compare, no one will ever compete

[Pete!]

This town dont feel right
Fast to get away
Far
I dressed you in her clothes
So drive me far
Away...

[SqueeTDM]

I feel a breeze today
I feel a breeze today
theres something about it that reminds me of someone,
but today its you and its taking my fears away...


Suddenly you're hugging me closer
Suddenly you're hugging me closer
You feel the chill too, its something inside of you,
an wind of change bringing in something new...

On a hillside known to noone...
...C'ept me 'n' you.

Feeling refreshed and warm
Feeling refreshed and warm
If you stare into nothing you can see our future,
hang on tightly and this is what we'll build our life on...

A hillside known to noone...
A hillside known to noone...

...Cept me 'n' you.


The Wind bu The Drumstick Mafia.. (my band if anyone cares) Really has meaning for me right now

[Ness]

Originally Posted by Jack Johnson - Sitting Waiting Wishing

Well I was sitting, waiting, wishing
You believed in superstitions
Then maybe you'd see the signs

The Lord knows that this world is cruel
I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool
Learning lovin' somebody don't make them love you

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you
Must I always be playing, playing your fool

I sang your songs, I danced your dance
I gave your friends all a chance
But putting up with them
Wasn't worth never having you

Maybe you've been through this before
But it's my first time so please ignore
The next few lines cause they're directed at you

I can't always be waiting, waiting on you
I can't always be playing, playing your fool

I keep playing your part
But it's not my scene
Want this plot to twist
I've had enough mystery
Keep building it up
Then you shooting me down
But I'm already down

Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting

Well, if I was in your position
I'd put down all my ammunition
I'd wonder why'd it taken me so long

But the Lord knows that I'm not you
And if I was, I wouldn't be so cruel
Cause waitin' on love ain't so easy to do

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you
Must I always be playing, playing your fool

No, I can't I always be waiting, waiting on you
I can't always be playing, playing your fool

that and this

Originally Posted by Ryan Adams Cry On Demand

So, it's how the story goes.
And we come to the scene where I'm holding you close.
She moves, moves like a thin dulling blade
Cuts, all the words that I said.
The only difference is,
The only difference is,
The truth --
The truth is I miss you.

Cry on demand.
How'd you learn to?
Cry on demand.
Teach me if you want to.
Though you don't have to.
I just close my eyes and think of you.

Real. Real like a plastic bouquet.
That thrives on the smoke from an old fireplace.
And dies every night with her face on the news.
Nobody cries, they just smoke and stare and their shoes.
The only difference is,
The only difference is,
Nobody can cry --
It's hard to do.
For most folks, without a reason why.

Cry on demand.
How'd you learn to?
Cry on demand.
Why would you want to?
Just close your eyes and think of me.
I take back everything I said.
She can't hurt me, and I can't hurt you.
It's like were already dead.
Cry on demand.
Why would you want to?
Cry on demand.
Teach me if you want to.
Though you don't have to.
I just close my eyes and think of you.

[Exit_W0unds]

I get this feeling that you're taking me under
I get this feeling that you're taking it down
'Cause it's you, you, you, all you
Come and get it

I start to see the way you're taking me over
My eyes are open to you fooling around
'Cause it's you, you, you, all you
Come and get it
Gonna show ya

I made it on my own again
I'll get back on my feet again
I know I'm gonna feel
So good, and so good, and so good
I'm gonna stand the test of time
I'm gonna take back what is mine
I know I'm gonna feel
So good, and so good, and so good

Well you've been acting like you're seeing another
Another victim that you've caught in your web
'Cause it's you, you, you, all you
Come and get it

I'd like to watch you suffer ever so slightly
You better watch your back, you better beware
'Cause it's you, you, you, all you
Come and get it
Gonna show ya

I made it on my own again
I'll get back on my feet again
I know I'm gonna feel
So good, and so good, and so good
I'm gonna stand the test of time
I'm gonna take back what is mine
I know I'm gonna feel
So good, and so good, and so good

I'm feeling so good
I'm feeling so good
So good
So good

I made it on my own again
I'll get back on my feet again
I know I'm gonna feel
So good, and so good, and so good
I'm gonna stand the test of time
I'm gonna take back what is mine
I know I'm gonna feel
So good, and so good, and so good

[Dead Eyes]

Rebel Yell-Billy Idol

tis coz im talking to chris see

Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more.

She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you hear by me
Because

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"

He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair.

I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you

I'd sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried "more, more, more"
More, more, more.

Oh yeah little baby
she want more
More, more, more, more, more.

Oh yeah little baby
she want more

[Rowsbette]

Originally Posted by Posh

'Sleepflower' is probably my favourite Manics song... And it has the best inside sleeve pics... James with the beard looking 'Serpico' as fuck, screaming into the mic... Amazing...

Aye, "Sleepflower" is amazing but my favourite off that album was always "Nostalgic Pushead"... I couldn't ever really pinpoint why. GATS is one of those weird albums I'm never really in the mood for, but on the rare occasion I stick it on I'm reminded how excellent it is.

You've put me in the mood for it now.

[Shannow]

I am tall and I am thin
Of an enviable height
And I've been known to be quite handsome
From a certain angle and a certain light
Well I entered into O'Malley's
Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst"
O'Malley merely smiled at me
said "You wouldn't be the first"
I knocked on the bar and pointed
To a bottle on the shelf
And as O'Malley poured me out a drink
I sniffed and crossed myself
My hand decided that the time was nigh
And for a moment it slipped from view
And when it returned, it fairly burned
With confidence anew
Well the thunder from my steely fist
Made all the glasses jangle
When I shot him, I was so handsome
It was the light, it was the angle
Huh! Hmmmmm
"Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed
I banged my fist upon the bar
"I bear no grudge against you!"
And my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
And for which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And one thousand powder-burns"
Well, you know those fish with swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor?
When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife
That is exactly what I saw
I jammed the barrel under her chin
And her face looked raw and vicious
Her head it landed in the sink
With all the dirty dishes
Her little daughter Siobhan
Pulled beers from dusk till dawn
And amongst the townfolk, she was a bit of a joke
But she pulled the best beers in town
I swooped magnificent upon her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whale's blood and banana leaf
Her throat it crumbled in my fist
And I spun heroically around
To see Caffrey rising from his seat
I shot that motherf**ker down
Mmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah
"I have no free will," I sang
As I flew about the murder
Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed
You really should have heard her
I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
And her husband he stood up
And he screamed, "You are an evil man"
And I paused a while to wonder
"If I have no free will then how could I
Be morally culpable, I wonder"
I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach
And gingerly he sat down
And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"
And lay upon the ground
"None taken," I replied to him
With which he gave a little cough
With blazing wings I neatly aimed
And blew his head completely off
I've lived in this town for thirty years
And to no-one I am a stranger
And I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber
And when I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes
I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows
And as I shot down the youthful Richardson
It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows
Hhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmm
I said, "I want to introduce myself
And I'm glad that you all came"
And I leapt upon the bar
And shouted out my name
Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
And with an ashtray as big as a f**king big brick
I split his head in half
His blood spilled across the bar
Like a streaming scarlet brook
And I knelt at it's edge on the counter
Wiped the tears away and looked
Well, the light in there was blinding
Full of God and ghosts and truth
I smiled at Henry Davenport
Who made an attempt to move
Well, from the position I was standing
The strangest thing I ever saw
The bullet entered through the top of his chest
And blew his bowels out on the floor
Well I floated down the counter
Showing no remorse
I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter
Recently divorced
But remorse I felt and remorse I had
It clung to everything
From the raven hair upon my head
To the feathers on my wings
Then I squeezed my hand in it's fraudulent claw
With it's golden hairless chest
And I glided through the bodies
And killed the fat man Vincent West
Who sat quietly in his chair
A man become a child
And I raised the gun up to his head
Executioner-style
He made no attempt to resist
So fat and dull and lazy
"Do you know I lived in your street?" I cried
And he looked at me as though I was crazy
"O", he said, "I had no idea"
And he grew as quiet as a mouse
And the roar of the pistol when it went off
Near blew the hat right off the house
Well, I caught my eye in the mirror
And gave it a long and loving inspection
"There stands some kind of man", I roared
And there did, in the reflection
My hair combed back like a raven's wing
My muscles hard and tight
And curling from he business end of my gun
Was a query-mark of cordite
Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right
And I spun to the left again
"Fear me! Fear me!"
But no one did cause they were all dead
Huh! Hmmmmmmmm
And then there were the police sirens wailing
And a bull-horn squelched and blared
"Drop your weapons and come out
With your hands held in the air"
Well, I checked the chambers of my gun
Saw I had one final bullet left
My hand, it looked almost human
As I help it to my head
"Drop your weapon and come out!
Keep you hands above your head!"
Well, I had one long hard think about dying
And did exactly what they said
There must have been fifty cops out there
In a circle around O'Malley's bar
"Don't shoot", I cried "I'm a man unarmed!"
So they put me in their car
And they sped me away from that terrible scene
And I glanced out of the window
Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars
And started counting on my fingers
Aaaaaaaaah One Aaaaaaaah Two Aaaaaah Three Aaaah Four
O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar