re: Great Lyrics. Period.

[Tupac]
I ain't got no motherfricking friends
That's why I fricked your bitch
You fat motherfricker (Take Money)
West Side
Bad Boy Killers (Take Money)
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to (Take Money)
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, frick your bitch
And the clique you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I fricked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas frick for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark arse bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young arse up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't frick around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly arse, off the streets
So frick peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
frick with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see

[Chorus:]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
****, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You motherfrickers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
You all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
bitch made arse Bad Boys bitches
(ah yo, yo, hold the frick up)

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poisonous gats attack when I'm serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
'cause I'm a slam your arse in a pang
Puffy weaker than a frickin' block
I'm running through ****
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you ****
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You in the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Sherm high
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfricker you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fricking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air (Air) (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfricker I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the frick?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia clique moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake arse east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You's a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shite but a faker
Soften than Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D. I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfrickin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
****, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia clique
Dressing up trying to be us
How the frick they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna frick with us
You Little young arse motherfrickers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're fricking with me, ****?
You frick around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the frick up
Before you get smacked the frick up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
frick you and your mother fricking mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother frickers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fricking opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
frick Mobb Deep,
frick Biggie,
frick Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fricking crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then frick you too.
Chino XL, frick you too.
All you mother frickers,
frick you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother frickers,
frick you, die slow motherfricker.
My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
You motherfrickers can't be us or see us.
We mother frickin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, ****
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother frickers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, ****, we the motherfrickin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you motherfrickers feel us.
Our shite goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfrickin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
frick 'em.
We Bad Boy killers.

[link=(www.youtube.com/watch?v=YW3Y_YvP_jw?)]Porcupine Tree - Fear Of A Blank Planet[/link]

Sunlight coming through the haze
No gaps in the blind
To let it inside
The bed is unmade
Some music still plays

TV, yeah it's always on
A flicker on the screen
A movie actress screams
I'm basking in the shite flowing out of it

I'm stoned in the mall again
Terminally bored
Shuffling round the stores
And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing

X-box is a god to me
A finger on the switch
My mother is a bitch
My father gave up ever trying to talk to me

Don't try engaging me
The vaguest of shrugs
The prescription drugs
You'll never find
A person inside

My face is Mogadon
Curiosity
Has given up on me
I'm tuning out desires
The pills are on the rise

How can I be sure I'm here?
The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left I simply am not here

I'm through with pornography
The acting is lame
The action is tame
Explicitly dull
Arousal annulled

Your mouth should be boarded up
Talking all day
With nothing to say
Your shallow proclamations
All misinformation

My friend says he wants to die
He's in a band
They sound like Pearl Jam
The clothes are all black
The music is crap

In school I don't concentrate
And sex is kinda fun
But just another one
Of all the empty ways
Of using up a day

How can I be sure I'm here?
The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left I simply am not here

Bipolar disorder
Can't deal with the boredom

You don't try to be liked
You don't mind
You feel no sun
You steal a gun
To kill time

You're somewhere, you're nowhere
You don't care
You catch the breeze
You still the leaves
So now where?

Son Volt - Tear Stained Eye (Jay Farrar)

Walking down Main Street
Getting to know the concrete
Looking for a purpose
From a neon sign

I would meet you anywhere
The western sun meets the air
We'll hit the road
Never looking behind

Can you deny
There's nothing greater
Nothing more than
The traveling hands of time

St. Genevieve can hold back the water
Saints don't bother
With the tear stained eye

Seeing traces
Of the stars that came before
Hitting the pavement
Still asking for more

When the hours don't move along
Worn out wood and familiar songs
To hear your voice is not enough
It's more than a shame

Can you deny
There's nothing greater
Nothing more than
The traveling hands of time

St. Genevieve can hold back the water
Saints don't bother
With the tear stained eye

Like a man said
Rode hard and put away wet
Throw away the bad news
Just put it to rest

If learning is living
And the truth is a state of mind
You'll find it's better
At the end of the line

Can you deny
There's nothing greater
Nothing more than
The traveling hands of time

St. Genevieve can hold back the water
Saints don't bother
With the tear stained eye

Well, I bet you never guessed
When you came to the show
You'd be getting on the bus with me
And doing some blow
Your mama's in the parking lot
And looking for you
She's gonna find you when I'm done
All covered with goo

Ooooooh, mama's little girl got all sticky

Hair on your nipples
Zits on your box
In Oklahoma city
You're considered a fox
What did you have to do
For that backstage pass
'Cause I found a Poison laminate inside of your arse

So come on pretty baby
Suck my balls all night
The driver says we're leaving
Come morning light
Spit out that retainer and do me right
Oooh, come on pretty baby, suck my balls all night

*slurping noises*
Yeah that's it
Aaah, you're a good girl

I wanna thank you for the loving
That you spread over me
I'll be singing about you
On the next CD
And you won't have to wonder
If you caught VD
You'll be screaming my name
When you sit down to pee

Hey Michael Starr you motherfricker
Whoa, whoa

So come on pretty baby
Suck my balls all night
I'm hopped on Cialis
And you're high as a kite
I know it tastes infected
But I think it's alright
Oooh, come on pretty baby, suck my balls all night

All around the world
There's a hundred billion stupid girls
Just like you
Just begging for nuts to chew

So come on pretty baby
Suck my balls all night
Your daddy's looking for me
And he's ready to fight
The Driver says we're leaving
Come morning light
Oooh, come on pretty baby, suck my balls all night

So come on pretty baby
Suck my balls all night
I'm hopped up on Cialis
And you're high as a kite
I know it tastes infected
But I think it's alright
Oooh, come on pretty baby, suck my balls all night

Come on pretty baby
Suck my balls all night
The driver says we're leaving
Come morning light
Spit out that retainer
And do me right
Oooh, come on pretty baby, suck my balls all night

So come on pretty baby
Suck my balls all night

*slurping noises*
Suck it bitch

*fart*

Steel Panther - Girl From Oklahoma

AIDS
HIV

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
(So I) guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this where I'll be . . . where I'll be

Hi yo We drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all tose kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh


This must be the place- Talking Heads

"The Castle Builders"

Now speak of anger,
forget all the fears you've kept about love and sex and death and faith,
erased, or swinging sweet from around her neck and between her breasts.
Let every lonely body finally break its fear of flesh and say,
"How strange it must've been back when we shook at the sight of sweat."
Let our worries wander out of like water streaming from a spring,
and sing of all the things our heads have failed to ruin yet.
There's so much they have failed to ruin yet.
Bright as lightning, loud as thunder,
We'll move all the hurt aside to let love sustain our passions,
And move up and onward.
We are not our losses, we are only the extent to which we love.
So build a home for your family, and build a castle for your friends.
Now set their beds with sheets and blanketã, keep them safe until the end.
I've felt the damage and burn from the fallout.
My love failed but theirs prevailed.
My friends, I'm only flesh and bone,
but I won't let you die alone.
So leave our hearts at the foot of the mountain.
Let our burdens be locked in the stone.
If you will help me roll it upward,
I won't let you die alone.
I see a beauty springing upward from the earth and from out our hearts.
For all the bad that seems to plague us, I swear to you there's good.
They say that death is not a problem, it's a promise,
I can only say for sure that when it makes your bed I'll kiss your head "Goodnight."
So speak of all the love we lost, and what it cost us,
Left us beg our breath to stop but we kept on and
We were strong. We stayed bright as lightning,
we sang loud as thunder, we moved ever forward.
We are not our failures. We are love.

Long as I Can See The Light- CCR
Put a candle in the window, 'cause I feel I've got to move.
Though I'm going, going, I'll be coming home soon,
'Long as I can see the light.

Pack my bag and let's get movin', 'cause I'm bound to drift a while.
When I'm gone, gone, you don't have to worry long,
'Long as I can see the light.

Guess I've got that old trav'lin' bone, 'cause this feelin' won't leave me alone.
But I won't, won't be losin' my way, no, no
'Long as I can see the light.

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh, Yeah!

Put a candle in the window, 'cause I feel I've got to move.
Though I'm going, going, I'll be coming home soon,
Long as I can see the light.
Long as I can see the light.
Long as I can see the light.
Long as I can see the light.
Long as I can see the light.

Kafka - don't give up. I've always appreciated your selections/postings.

The more songs and life change, the more they stay the same.

For the ages:


Meat Loaf - Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad

"Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad"

Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't getting us nowhere
I told you everything I possibly can
There's nothing left inside of here

And maybe you can cry all night
But that'll never change the way I feel
The snow is really piling up outside
I wish you wouldn't make me leave here

I poured it on and I poured it out
I tried to show you just how much I care
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout
But you've been cold to me so long
I'm crying icicles instead of tears

And all I can do is keep on telling you
I want you
I need you
But there ain't no way
I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad

You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
You'll never drill for oil on a city street
I know you're looking for a ruby
In a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coupe de Ville hiding
At the bottom of a Cracker Jack box

I can't lie
I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not
No matter how I try
I'll never be able to give you something
Something that I just haven't got

There's only one girl that I will ever love
And that was so many years ago
And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart
She never loved me back, ooh I know
I remember how she left me on a stormy night
She kissed me and got out of our bed
And though I pleaded and I begged her
Not to walk out that door
She packed her bags and turned right away

And she kept on telling me
She kept on telling me
She kept on telling me
I want you
I need you
But there ain't no way
I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad

Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't getting us nowhere

Around here, it's all the same
I said, it's all the same
When drops of sunshine
Start to turn to rain
I said, it's all the same

They don't know what to call it
But they all say it's wrong
Well, I don't see no greener pastures
This must be where I belong
—"Too Real"/Meat Puppets