10-10-2002, 04:27 AM
im bored.. we need a usless thread. im gonna use this one to post song lyrics that i like.
Broken 5/11/2002
"Broken" by bad religion
She said Thanks but I’m broken
I guess you must have misspoken
what a laugh, I’ve never been chosen by anyone
She was barely a teen hangin’ out in-between, just a part of the scene
With mercurial smile and incurable style, she was only a dream
How’s that, he didn’t know a thing about making love
to the kind of girl you read about
He said I’m bound to be broken
My Daddy bet that I’d amount to nothing
he won’t let anybody show him anything
He was a troubled child, had been down for a while, always kept to himself
Though she couldn’t defend, he only wanted a friend, now he’s made something else
It’s so sad, no one saw it coming, the paper said that he hit the ground running
Oh yeah, I know I’m not broken
A little cracked but still I’m not broken
I wanna laugh but I think that I’m choking on reality
When the world is turning for you don’t turn on me
Who are you here to repair? well, I don’t know what you mean
You could never resist glorifying despair
Now it’s coming to you and I don’t really care
While I’m not the kind to insist, you couldn’t have missed, we must co-exist
so please listen to me, there is no such thing as human debris
Oh yeah, I know I'm not broken
A little cracked but that amounts to nothing
I wanna laugh, I’m not choking
I'm unbroken (oh yeah I said I'm not broken)
I said I'm unbroken (a little cracked, it's just a token)
I'm really not broken (what a guess, I'm unbroken) (?)
Anxiety 5/14/2002
Anxiety(here's some more bad religion).. theyre views may not fully parallel mine but alot of what they say makes me think..... enjoy
a love song to the self,
a story recapped every day,
a world of bogus feelings
and a world of slow decay.
a world of laughter hidden by this world
of fear and torment
a game of strange compulsion,
our visceral convulsion
anxiety for love of life,
anxiety for pain,
anxiety, a feeling that you know
you can't contain
(a fear that you have nothing more to gain)
anxiety destroys us
but it drives the common man,
foundation of society anxiety
suppress it if you can
the caste of coffee-achievers didn't perform like they planned,
the morning rush hour traffic is our play of false plan,
so run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep,
tomorrow's the redemption
we strive for that exception
what are we angry for?
we all need a common cure,
that common goal for which you strive
to have more than the other guy
the quest for the truth,
the quest for the gold we en up all the same,
the common lie,
the righteous cry we end up all the same,
the angry crowd,
those lost and found everybody's all the same,
the poet's pen,
these words I lend,
we all bend to anxiety.
There wil be a way 5/19/2002
more bad religion lyrics.. this songs lyrics are really positive.. they take the edge off of any hopelessness
There will be a way (bad religion)
Shut your eyes, see the future's distant shore
March ahead more enlightened than before
And there's sure to be bumps and distractions but I know we'll get through
There will be me, there will be you
There will be a way
Unresolved repercussions from your life
Fortified with the vitriol of strife
And you can be gridlocked by predictions, but you're wise grab the prize
Then revise, realize
There will be a way
(Solo break)
Hey.... Ho
And I don't know where we are going but we're here on this ride
And we'll stand side by side all along the way
Follow me to the future's distant shore
Vagary needn't haunt us anymore
And now it's time to set the agenda, learn the past, make it last
Share the wealth, hold your fire, conserve life, make it right
Kill the hate, negotiate
There will be a way
There will be a way
There will be a way
New Skin 6/5/2002
By Incubus
At first I see an open wound
infected and disastrous
It breathes chaotic catastrophe
it cries to be renewed
Its tears are the color of anger,
they dry to form a scab
To the touch, its stiff and resilient,
underneath, the new skin breathes
As outwardly cliche as it may seem,
yes, something under the surface says,
"C'est la vie"
It is a circle, there is a plan
dead skin will atrophy itself to start again
Look closely at the open wound
see past what covers the surface
Underneath chaotic catastrophe,
creation takes stage.
Its all been saved
with exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin?
Its all been seen with exception for what could be
When will we be new skin?
Fallacious cognitions
spewed from televisions
do mold our decisions.
So stop and take a look,
and you'll see what I see now
I nomally hate Eminem. and everything he stands for. for some reason this song sticks out. called "Sing for the moment"
Verse #1
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his ****in' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...
Chorus:
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Verse #2
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a mother****er, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the **** did this metamorphasis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a ****in' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,
How the **** can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
Chorus
Verse #3
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's ****ed up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any ****in' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a ****ing rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the ****in' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can
Broken 5/11/2002
"Broken" by bad religion
She said Thanks but I’m broken
I guess you must have misspoken
what a laugh, I’ve never been chosen by anyone
She was barely a teen hangin’ out in-between, just a part of the scene
With mercurial smile and incurable style, she was only a dream
How’s that, he didn’t know a thing about making love
to the kind of girl you read about
He said I’m bound to be broken
My Daddy bet that I’d amount to nothing
he won’t let anybody show him anything
He was a troubled child, had been down for a while, always kept to himself
Though she couldn’t defend, he only wanted a friend, now he’s made something else
It’s so sad, no one saw it coming, the paper said that he hit the ground running
Oh yeah, I know I’m not broken
A little cracked but still I’m not broken
I wanna laugh but I think that I’m choking on reality
When the world is turning for you don’t turn on me
Who are you here to repair? well, I don’t know what you mean
You could never resist glorifying despair
Now it’s coming to you and I don’t really care
While I’m not the kind to insist, you couldn’t have missed, we must co-exist
so please listen to me, there is no such thing as human debris
Oh yeah, I know I'm not broken
A little cracked but that amounts to nothing
I wanna laugh, I’m not choking
I'm unbroken (oh yeah I said I'm not broken)
I said I'm unbroken (a little cracked, it's just a token)
I'm really not broken (what a guess, I'm unbroken) (?)
Anxiety 5/14/2002
Anxiety(here's some more bad religion).. theyre views may not fully parallel mine but alot of what they say makes me think..... enjoy
a love song to the self,
a story recapped every day,
a world of bogus feelings
and a world of slow decay.
a world of laughter hidden by this world
of fear and torment
a game of strange compulsion,
our visceral convulsion
anxiety for love of life,
anxiety for pain,
anxiety, a feeling that you know
you can't contain
(a fear that you have nothing more to gain)
anxiety destroys us
but it drives the common man,
foundation of society anxiety
suppress it if you can
the caste of coffee-achievers didn't perform like they planned,
the morning rush hour traffic is our play of false plan,
so run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep,
tomorrow's the redemption
we strive for that exception
what are we angry for?
we all need a common cure,
that common goal for which you strive
to have more than the other guy
the quest for the truth,
the quest for the gold we en up all the same,
the common lie,
the righteous cry we end up all the same,
the angry crowd,
those lost and found everybody's all the same,
the poet's pen,
these words I lend,
we all bend to anxiety.
There wil be a way 5/19/2002
more bad religion lyrics.. this songs lyrics are really positive.. they take the edge off of any hopelessness
There will be a way (bad religion)
Shut your eyes, see the future's distant shore
March ahead more enlightened than before
And there's sure to be bumps and distractions but I know we'll get through
There will be me, there will be you
There will be a way
Unresolved repercussions from your life
Fortified with the vitriol of strife
And you can be gridlocked by predictions, but you're wise grab the prize
Then revise, realize
There will be a way
(Solo break)
Hey.... Ho
And I don't know where we are going but we're here on this ride
And we'll stand side by side all along the way
Follow me to the future's distant shore
Vagary needn't haunt us anymore
And now it's time to set the agenda, learn the past, make it last
Share the wealth, hold your fire, conserve life, make it right
Kill the hate, negotiate
There will be a way
There will be a way
There will be a way
New Skin 6/5/2002
By Incubus
At first I see an open wound
infected and disastrous
It breathes chaotic catastrophe
it cries to be renewed
Its tears are the color of anger,
they dry to form a scab
To the touch, its stiff and resilient,
underneath, the new skin breathes
As outwardly cliche as it may seem,
yes, something under the surface says,
"C'est la vie"
It is a circle, there is a plan
dead skin will atrophy itself to start again
Look closely at the open wound
see past what covers the surface
Underneath chaotic catastrophe,
creation takes stage.
Its all been saved
with exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin?
Its all been seen with exception for what could be
When will we be new skin?
Fallacious cognitions
spewed from televisions
do mold our decisions.
So stop and take a look,
and you'll see what I see now
I nomally hate Eminem. and everything he stands for. for some reason this song sticks out. called "Sing for the moment"
Verse #1
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his ****in' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...
Chorus:
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Verse #2
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a mother****er, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the **** did this metamorphasis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a ****in' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,
How the **** can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
Chorus
Verse #3
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's ****ed up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any ****in' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a ****ing rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the ****in' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can