Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - Printable Version +- YourMomsBox! (https://www.cdih.net/ymb) +-- Forum: Other Stuff (https://www.cdih.net/ymb/forumdisplay.php?fid=6) +--- Forum: Spaghetti Junction (https://www.cdih.net/ymb/forumdisplay.php?fid=20) +--- Thread: Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics (/showthread.php?tid=70) |
Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - header - 11-18-2003 Say it ain't so -- Weezer Somebody's Heine' is crowdin' my icebox Somebody's cold one is givin' me chills Guess I'll just close my eyes Flip on the tele' Wrestle with Jimmy Something is bubbling Behind my back The bottle is ready to blow Say it ain't so Your drug is a heartbreaker Say it ain't so My love is a lifetaker I can't confront you I never could do That which might hurt you So try and be cool When I say This way is a waterslide away from me that takes you further every day So be cool Dear Daddy, I write you in spite of years of silence. You've cleaned up, found Jesus, things are good or so I hear. This bottle of Steven's awakens ancient feelings. Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood. Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - mrcrowley1206 - 11-19-2003 The Oath-Mercyful Fate (spoken prayer) By the symbol of the Creator,I swear henceforth to be A faithful servant of his most puissant arch-angel The Prince Lucifer Whom the Creator designated as his regent and Lord of this world. Amen I deny jesus christ,the deceiver And I abjure the christian faith Holding in contempt all of it's works. As a being now posessed of a human body In this world I swear to give my full allegiance to it's lawful master,to worship him. Our Lord Satan and no other. In the name of Satan,the ruler of earth Open wide the Gates of Hell and come forth from the abyss. By these names: Satan,Leviathan,Belial,Lucifer I will kiss the goat. I swear to give my mind,my body and soul unreservedly to the furtherance of our Lord Satan's designs. Do what thou wilt,shall be the whole of the law. As it was in the beginning,is now,and ever shall be world without end. Amen :fire::fire: Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - BITENY - 11-19-2003 Oysterhead-Birthday Boys Gina knows what it's like to be on the other side of midnight Gina's eyes are sensitive to the brighter side of daylight She knows what it's like to be the topic of conversation While birthday boys are wallowing in acres of adulation I don't mind if you stand around and look at me tonight I'd quite like it Kinds like us are blind to the dirt that gathers in between the toes of moderation Gina knows You can come around but don't you talk to me I'm not in the mood for conversation You can come around but don't you talk to me I don't mind if you come around and drink up all my wine Won't be the first time Sometimes I find little treasures hidden deep within my drawers Gina knows You can come around but don't you talk to me I'm not in the mood for conversation You can come around but don't you talk to me Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - Black Lazerus - 11-19-2003 Artist : Triumph Title : I Keed Album : N/A Genre : Email this page to a friend I thought my CD was done But that's not what they say "Do an insult track, we need it for radio play" Cram in the names, I'll take a long hard pee Time to mess up the biz like an MP3 American Idols, that's who I look for In the poop section of my local record store Ruben or clay, oh which should I pick It's like choosing which puddle of vomit to lick And when I want something even more fruity and fake I look up 'N' for N'Sync or 'T' for Timberlake So many skills Justin's making a buck at Does he rap? Does he sing? He doesn't know what to suck at Now as for the bitches, let's give Britney thanks For the face that launched a million pre-teen skanks You were a virgin, that had to be hard You've had more bones in your mouth than a St. Bernard I keed, I keed! (He just make a little joke) I joke with you! (LIttle dog, little joke) I keed, I keed! (He just make a little joke) Yeah, you're a great actress too (Little dog, little joke) Now let's go to Wal-mart where they won't sell my CD That company's nuts are in a jar in aisle 3 But you can see Christina in all her sluthood It's like watching porn but the music's not as good I want to stuff my TV's crotch with a dollar Still I'd hump you if I could wear my flea collar You're looser than my poop after eating Honeydew Only 50 Cent's been plugged more than you And yet you're too old for Fred Durst to desire He's checking out the cast of "Lizzie McGuire" Soon Fred will try to get Mandy Moore To open for him, and I don't mean on tour You're not the first, Durst, poor R Kelly His videos premiere at the LAPD I believe they set up an innocent guy You know what else? I believe I can fly I keed, I keed! (He just make a little joke) I joke with you! (LIttle dog, little joke) I keed, I keed! (He just make a little joke) I believe Michael too, yes. (Little dog, little joke) Now look how friggin cool those guys from the Strokes are Their riffs are three times as old as my jokes are Hey White Stripes guy, is that your wife or your sister Shouldn't you be playing country music, mister? Hey Coldplay, maybe you should be Coldsore Back when you were U2 I liked you so much more Somehow your song "Yellow" reminds me of pee I think 'cause when it's over, it's a big relief to me Now Pink, is that your hair or a tattoo? I didn't know Supercuts had a drive-thru Yo Nelly, what kind of name is that? That's about as gangsta as an easter bonnet hat And Snoop says he's clean now? You make the call The guy's higher than Billy Joel's Cholesterol Snoop, there's only room for one dog, putz And I can rap, can you lick your own nuts? Poop Diddy, are you in show business still? I didn't know wearing a suit was a skill J Lo, J Lo, the giant tail-o For a doggy's nose, thst's the Holy Grail-o Shakira's butt's fine, but it won't hold still you see I sniffed Elton John's tush just for all the history I sniffed J-Lo's ass and got too touchy-feely She let loose a bomb that was bigger than "Gigli" I keed, I keed! (He just make a little joke) I joke with you (Little dog, little joke) I keed, I keed! (Nothing wrong with your butt) I even like...I don't like Affleck (Nothing wrong with your butt) Avril Lavigne punk queen, now there's a kidder Go back north, Celine needs a babysitter Philip Glass, atonal ass, you're not immune Write a song with a fucking tune And on the list of pussies, don't leave off MTV I scared them and Eminem so they gave the hook to me Slim Shady, why do you find me so scary? We're just two regular dudes who banged Mariah Cary Wipe off that frown, just do without it Hey my mom was a bitch, but I don't go writing songs about it I keed, I keed! (He just make a little joke) I joke with you! (Little dog, little joke) I keed, I keed! (He just make a little joke) You know I never meant to hurt you (Never meant to make you cry) I keed, I keed! (He just make a little joke) It's a joke you see! (Laffy, laffy, laffy, ha, ha) Let's stop hating each other (He just make a little joke) Leave the pooping to me (Rock it to me, sock it to me) Rock it to me, sock it to me Rock it to me, sock it to me Rock it to me, sock it I'm a rapping dog And I'm here to say Rappa rappa rappa A tappa huppa huppa I kid. Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - GreasyItalianPrincess - 11-19-2003 PORTISHEAD Sour times To pretend no one can find, The fallacies of morning rose, Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes, Courtesies that I despise in me  Take a ride, take a shot now. ‘Cause nobody loves me, It's true, Not like you do.  Covered by the blind belief, That fantasies of sinful screens, Bear the facts, assume the dye, End the vows no need to lie, enjoy,  Take a ride, take a shot now. ‘Cause nobody loves me, It's true, Not like you do. Who oo am I, what and why? ‘Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday, Ohh these sour times.  ‘Cause nobody loves me, It's true, Not like you do.  After time the bitter taste, Of innocence decent or race, Scattered seed, buried lives, Mysteries of our disguise revolve, Circumstance will decide.  ‘Cause nobody loves me, It's true, Not like you do  ‘Cause nobody loves me, It's true, Not like you  ‘Cause nobody loves me, It's true, Not like you do Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - header - 11-19-2003 come to daddy - aphex twin I want your soul, I will eat your soul. I want your soul, I will eat your soul. I want your soul, I will eat your soul. I want your soul, I will eat your soul. Come to daddy. Come to daddy. Come to daddy. Come to daddy. Come to daddy. Come to daddy. Come to daddy. Come to daddy. I want your soul, I want your soul, I want your soul, Aargh. Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - header - 11-19-2003 Stars -- Hum She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars. She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars. She's not at work, she's not at school, she's not in bed, I think I finally broke her. I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs. I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me. She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars. I found her out back sitting naked looking up and looking dead. A crumpled yellow piece of paper, with seven nines and tens. I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me. She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars. I thought you'd be there holding daisies, you always wait for me. She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars. Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - BITENY - 11-20-2003 And ode to Crack Hitler Crack Hitler (Faith No More) Sink the eight ball Buy the lady a drink And nobody knows my name Bodies float up From the bottom of the river Like bubbles in fine champagne He's the one, no doubt Walking on the tight rope He's the one, no doubt Got a gash on my head And a grin on my face And a shadow called danger Hidin' in the sheets And on the streets In the hearts of every stranger Here he comes, look out Teach the world a lesson Here he comes, look out Sweat on the brow And a tap on the phone And lives are on the line Pick up the briefcase On a high speed chase Breathin' by the roll of the dice Reachin' up to the top We're depending on you Reachin' up to the top "In regards to the usage of the drug... It modified my personality To the extent that I was Highly irritable." "I was like a crack Hitler." Keep up the fight And in the wink of an eye Never give up Ooh...ahh... Look out Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - Lush - 11-20-2003 Driving Your Girlfriend Home Moz I'm driving Your girlfriend home And she's saying How she never chose you "Turn left", she says I turn left And she says "So how did I end up So deeply involved in The very existence I planned on avoiding ?" And I can't answer I'm driving Your girlfriend home And she's laughing To stop herself crying "Drive on", she says I drive on And she says "So how did I end up Attached to this person When his sense of humour Gets gradually worser ?" And I can't tell her I'm parking Outside her home And we're shaking hands Goodnight, so politely Lyrics and nothing else... no reason for posting the lyrics, no theme to the lyrics, no sense, no nothing... just lyrics - GreasyItalianPrincess - 11-20-2003 COLDPLAY The Scientist Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you Tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets And nurse me your questions Oh let's go back to the start Running in circles Coming up tails Heads on a silence apart Nobody said it was easy It's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard Oh take me back to the start I was just guessing At numbers and figures Pulling your puzzles apart Questions of science Science and progress Do not speak as loud as my heart Tell me you love me Come back and haunt me Oh and I rush to the start Running in circles Chasing our tails Coming back as we are Nobody said it was easy Oh it's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be so hard I'm going back to the start |