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Songs That Don’t Mention The Title Within The Lyrics
Posted on 8/9/24 at 11:38 am
Posted on 8/9/24 at 11:38 am
Post some of your favorites
This post was edited on 8/9/24 at 12:05 pm
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Posted on 8/9/24 at 11:38 am to STigers
Posted on 8/9/24 at 11:39 am to STigers
Posted on 8/9/24 at 11:50 am to STigers
Probably half of all Led Zepplin’s songs
Posted on 8/9/24 at 12:14 pm to STigers
Posted on 8/9/24 at 12:24 pm to Lonnie Utah
Baba O’Rielly
Posted on 8/9/24 at 12:25 pm to MorbidTheClown
Smells Like Teen Spirit
Posted on 8/9/24 at 12:36 pm to STigers
First that comes to mind.
Posted on 8/9/24 at 12:54 pm to STigers
Beatles-A Day in The Life; Tomorrow Never Knows
Rolling Stones-Sympathy for the Devil
Rolling Stones-Sympathy for the Devil
This post was edited on 8/9/24 at 12:56 pm
Posted on 8/9/24 at 1:36 pm to STigers
Led Zeppelin - Over the Hills and Far Away
Posted on 8/9/24 at 3:09 pm to STigers
Murder By Death - The Devil in Mexico
"Well, I'll take two shots," said the Devil to the man
And laid a little book on the bar
Well Lord knows the Devil, and he only talks shite
And only drinks whiskey from the jar
And his hands were raw
And his eyes were cold
And his breath was pure alcohol
And the sound of his voice, it never got old
And he talked and talked and talked through the night
Kept sipping his 'shine till the morning light
Tumbled in through the shades and as he started to go
I put three bullets in his back
Well the Devil's bleeding crude oil from a hole in his chest
And its panging on the bedpan, dripping through the bed sheets
And all the businessmen are putting pails beneath his wounds
And pawning the oil at the market
Well, his heart ain't made of nothing but piss and vinegar
And his boots have trampled more than you would know
And his breath has split open the thermometer on the sill
It's so fricking cold in here since you brought in the snow
Black heart leaking oil in the pan
Dealing insults with his free hand
In this hospital bed bleeding
Black heart, you shot the plan to hell
And the apathy ate you up inside
Black heart leaking oil in the pan
Dealing insults with his free hand
In this hospital bed bleeding
Black heart, you shot the plan to hell
And the apathy ate you up inside
Like slivers of lead inside your food
He's the poison inside you
And you eat until you're full
And you eat until you're full
He lit the fires inside your belly
Full of medicine and whiskey
All the aspirin, Valium
Codeine pills and silver rum
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the devil out
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the devil out
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house...
"Well, I'll take two shots," said the Devil to the man
And laid a little book on the bar
Well Lord knows the Devil, and he only talks shite
And only drinks whiskey from the jar
And his hands were raw
And his eyes were cold
And his breath was pure alcohol
And the sound of his voice, it never got old
And he talked and talked and talked through the night
Kept sipping his 'shine till the morning light
Tumbled in through the shades and as he started to go
I put three bullets in his back
Well the Devil's bleeding crude oil from a hole in his chest
And its panging on the bedpan, dripping through the bed sheets
And all the businessmen are putting pails beneath his wounds
And pawning the oil at the market
Well, his heart ain't made of nothing but piss and vinegar
And his boots have trampled more than you would know
And his breath has split open the thermometer on the sill
It's so fricking cold in here since you brought in the snow
Black heart leaking oil in the pan
Dealing insults with his free hand
In this hospital bed bleeding
Black heart, you shot the plan to hell
And the apathy ate you up inside
Black heart leaking oil in the pan
Dealing insults with his free hand
In this hospital bed bleeding
Black heart, you shot the plan to hell
And the apathy ate you up inside
Like slivers of lead inside your food
He's the poison inside you
And you eat until you're full
And you eat until you're full
He lit the fires inside your belly
Full of medicine and whiskey
All the aspirin, Valium
Codeine pills and silver rum
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the devil out
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the devil out
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house...
Posted on 8/9/24 at 3:12 pm to Galactic Inquisitor
And the song that describes how our hero ended up in Mexico:
Spring Break 1899
The sun is coming up over the hill
Or maybe it's not, I can't even tell
But there's a warmth on my face
That isn't the blood
And my tears are turning
The snow into mud
And I can't feel my left leg
But I think it's still there
Did I kill anybody?
Hell, I never fight fair
What state am I in?
Am I still on the run?
Has it really been so long
Since I've seen the sun?
My instincts are telling me
To pick up and go
But I can't feel my fingers
And I can't move my toes
There's a drained bourbon bottle
Laying next to my head
And the piss and the vomit
Are the sheets on my bed
Is it you? Could it be you?
Don't want it to
I went out all night drinking
So I took the bait
And I jumped off the interstate
To Highway 8
To the bars full of girls
Who all know me by name
They all drink the same drinks
And they all frick the same
Now my eyes are turning red
In this hotel bar
And she's breathing out smoke
As she motions towards the door
The kindness of a stranger
Or a trick of the trade?
God knows I'm not the first mistake
That she's made
Is it you? Could it be you?
Don't want it to
Is it you? Could it be you?
Don't want it to
[Bridge]
I been down and out
I been spit on for so long
I stored my shame in my belly
'Till I needed to be strong
In my last guilty whim
I stole a map and a truck
It's pure chance
That I haven't already been picked up
But from here on the slate's clean
I'm heading way south
Always heard the girls were pretty there
I got to find out!
Look, Ma, your son's a traveling man!
I don't know what I did
But I'll do all the good that I can
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Spring Break 1899
The sun is coming up over the hill
Or maybe it's not, I can't even tell
But there's a warmth on my face
That isn't the blood
And my tears are turning
The snow into mud
And I can't feel my left leg
But I think it's still there
Did I kill anybody?
Hell, I never fight fair
What state am I in?
Am I still on the run?
Has it really been so long
Since I've seen the sun?
My instincts are telling me
To pick up and go
But I can't feel my fingers
And I can't move my toes
There's a drained bourbon bottle
Laying next to my head
And the piss and the vomit
Are the sheets on my bed
Is it you? Could it be you?
Don't want it to
I went out all night drinking
So I took the bait
And I jumped off the interstate
To Highway 8
To the bars full of girls
Who all know me by name
They all drink the same drinks
And they all frick the same
Now my eyes are turning red
In this hotel bar
And she's breathing out smoke
As she motions towards the door
The kindness of a stranger
Or a trick of the trade?
God knows I'm not the first mistake
That she's made
Is it you? Could it be you?
Don't want it to
Is it you? Could it be you?
Don't want it to
[Bridge]
I been down and out
I been spit on for so long
I stored my shame in my belly
'Till I needed to be strong
In my last guilty whim
I stole a map and a truck
It's pure chance
That I haven't already been picked up
But from here on the slate's clean
I'm heading way south
Always heard the girls were pretty there
I got to find out!
Look, Ma, your son's a traveling man!
I don't know what I did
But I'll do all the good that I can
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Posted on 8/9/24 at 3:16 pm to Galactic Inquisitor
Devin Townsend Project - Love and Marriage
Posted on 8/9/24 at 3:19 pm to Galactic Inquisitor
Posted on 8/9/24 at 3:19 pm to Galactic Inquisitor
Posted on 8/9/24 at 3:21 pm to Galactic Inquisitor
Posted on 8/9/24 at 3:47 pm to STigers
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