Favorite Song Lyrics

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Ben Harper
Live From Mars

Burn One Down

Let us burn one
From end to end
And pass it over
To me my friend
Burn it long, we'll burn it slow
To light me up before i go

If you don't like my fire
Then don't come around
Cause i'm gonna burn one down
Yes i'm gonna burn one down

My choice is what i choose to do
And if i'm causing no harm
It shouldn't bother you
Your choice is who you choose to be
And if your causin' no harm
Then you're alright with me

If you don't like my fire
Then don't come around
Cause i'm gonna burn one down
Yes i'm gonna burn one down

Herb the gift from the earth
And what's from the earth
Is of the greatest worth
So before you knock it try it first
You'll see it's a blessing
And not a curse

If you don't like my fire
Then don't come around
Cause i'm gonna burn one down
Yes i'm gonna burn one down

Pink Floyd
"The Piper at the Gates of Dawn"
"Bike"

I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I've got a cloak it's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I know a room full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.

I can't believe Pink Floyd did that song. Sid was a crazy mofo

Ok this isnt my favorite song but its one great song to sit back and listen to when your toked out.
Youll either laugh your ass off or hate it there is no in between.

Band name-Bloodhound Gang
Album-Hooray for boobies
Sone Title-Alap dance is so much better when the stripper is crying
Lyrics:
I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert
That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love.
It had been a while.
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10.
I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops.
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips,
milky white skin and baby blue eyes.
Name was Russell.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave",
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls
like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin',
'cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer."
Well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern,
and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask
as I do my little kooky dance.
And then she told me to shush.
I guess she could sense my desperation.
'Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true.
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ
is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole
with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something
resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?"
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later
I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.
Got to nail her back at her trailer.
Heh. That rhymes.
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on
when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch,
gave the tranny a spin and slid on into
The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop.
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of "Throb",
when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton.
Well, my heart just dropped.
So, I decided to do what any good Christian would.
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice
and polish the one-eyed gopher when your doin' seventy-five
in an eighteen-wheeler.
I never thought missing children could be so sexy.
Did I say that out loud?

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Circa1976

Circa1976

Heard this in a little Montgomery bowlin' alley lounge before it was put an album that features Tommy Shaw as the new vocalist.

Styx
Crystal Ball

I used to like to walk the straight and narrow line
I used to think that everything was fine
Sometimes I'd like to sit and gaze for days through sleepless dreams
All alone and trapped in time
All alone and trapped in time

I wonder what tomorrow has in mind for me
Or am I even in it's mind at all
Perhaps I'll get a chance to look ahead and see
Soon as I find myself a crystal ball
Soon as I find myself a crystal ball

Tell me, tell me where I'm going
I don't know where I've been
Tell me, tell me, won't you tell me
And then tell me again
My heart is breaking, my body's aching
And I don't know where to go
Tell me, tell me, won't you tell me
I've just got to know

Crystal ball
There's so many things I need to know
Crystal ball
There's so many things I've got to know
Crystal ball

["extra verse" used occasionally live]
If you should see me walking
Through your dreams at night
Would you please direct me
Where I ought to be
I've been looking for a crystal ball
To shed the light
To find a future in me...
To find a future in me...

Crystal ball
There's so many things I need to know
Crystal ball
There's so many things I've got to know
Crystal ball

Heres some down south ganstra rap lyrics that imho show depth and creativity. Hi Ligh is one of my fav songs.

1)UGK (composed of BunB and Pimp C)
Ridin' Dirty
Hi Ligh

Pimp C:
I'm tired of livin' fucked up,
Tired of livin' bad,
Tired of hearin' grandmama tellin' me, "When you gon' go to church, Chad?"
I'm tryin' to live up to the image that she would want to see,
But I got much foot in the street, and every week I flip a ki.
I never wanted to be a G, but niggas depend on me
It ain't safe to hit I-10, so niggas fear with me
And all the niggas that I went to school with,
Shot pool with, went to fool with
Out there sellin' that white shit.
Pushin' cocaine, niggas whole existence
Dependent on the game
What ya want me to do, it's like somebody cut my throat
Got 20,000 dollars tryin' to turn it into a hundred,
And ain't nobody got no dough
So, niggas tend to smoke, bad habits do exist
And this bitch thinkin' she can ease my mind by suckin' my dick
Bitch maybe fo' a minute, but that shit never lasts
It's 1996, niggas is dyin' from layin' on some ass
First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died
And you be wonderin' why young niggas out there smokin' fry
I wish that I could tell y'all I wore a rubber everytime;
But, if I told you that, nigga, you know that I be lyin'
And I been fuckin' pussy since the tender age of nine.
It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive
And crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt.
But, still I put in work, and front for my folks
'Cause where I come from, nigga, family just ain't no joke.
Now, D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat
But what about baby Doe
Some say that nigga's sellin' dope;
And you know I ain't lyin', that's just how families talk;
But, what you gon' do when the devil poke you wit' his fork?
And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved.
Most preachers just false prophets, fuckin' hoes and gittin' paid.
I'm lookin' for that...


Chorus:
Hi Life (Hi Life)...
We livin' that Hi Life (Heeyyyyyyyy)
Hi Life, Hi Life (Hi Life)
We livin' that Hi Life (mmmmmmm)


Bun B:
You only got one life to live
That's all they give us to do it
You can bullshit your way through it,
Or stay true; it
Can be complicated 'cause niggas be gettin' shot in the cross
People and names get lost, the people in the lane get tossed.
Streets 'll eat yo ass alive
Take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives,
And nobody's surprised if somebody don't survive the dust
To see this only trecherous
How we was left to be down these streets that we be on...
Muthafucka's sleepin' on them corners that you pee on
Probably 'cause society felt they didn't belong.
Now who in the fuck made it this way for us?
Got all these little niggas sellin' that yay
Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable
And that quote "peace of American pie" just ain't attainable.
So, how can I sustain a full life before death
Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self.
Now come on, who gives a damn
When you can't afford the turkey or ham?
Livin' off of Ramen noodles, beef jerky, and Spam
Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life
All I can see in front of me is up for grabs
Come off your slab.
'Cause poverty 'll push a nigga over the brink,
Over the edge, especially if you don't know your ledge.
And, so instead of being without
I'm hustlin' tryin' to git through these ungodly days
Thinkin' of ways to get the fuck out of this maze
A man 'll commit a crime 'cause the fuckin' crime pays
I'm goin' through a phase you don't grow out
Until you a reason a muthafucker gots to pour out
His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind,
But still sometimes he don't know why
He walkin' around just hopin'
He get one more try to make it
It's bullshit he's goin' through but yo he gots to take it,
You can't fake it, to get the Hi Life.


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2)UGK
Dirty Money
Wood Wheel
Bun B:
Pro smoke, pro choke,
Anti-broke, conservative liberal
Left-wing slangin', right-wing hangin'
In criminal court, it's civil.
In the middle of re-al-it-y
Unsolved mys-ter-ies riddle,
Knockin' over fat cats,
And gettin' my thoughts off bits and kibbles.
On note pads I scribble,
Write rippers that'll make you think.
Snap so hard it'll break your synchronicity,
Fuck it, take it, trick,
I fake it...blink 'n poof
We disappearin' into a shroud of dozier
Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger's
But, bitch, I tried to told ya...

micheal franti and spearhead
stay human
every single soul

CHORUS.....
no matter where i roam ..woah woah
i know evry single soul is a poem
written on the back of gods hand ....repeat.........

you see moms and pops be copulatin
plantin seeds and pickin weeds for another season
another reason for livin
another reason for givin
another reason for lovin
and tryin to stay out of prison

cause everything in life cant be nice
and everything you want cant be got
but the lessons on being patient
be causing the pressure to rise
and make some people suicidal

oh no, another soul
has lost control
we pull him back into the fold
he got strung out on the material
all the superficial, initials upon his clothes

it makes me wanna go sprewell
everytime i see my family locked in jail
uh huh.. the economic
can be demonical
oh...
keep love in your soul

chorus....repeat twice

you see people are so beautiful in love
that why i'm reminded
of lifes precious moments
every time
i see lovers walkin by
in the park
close my eyes
and i stop.. reminisce
to see a little baby suckin on his mommas
milk-y silk-y smoothness
of a lovin caress
holdin baby to breast

and blessin the world with another to test test test
oh yes oh yes

bom bom, id like to sing a little song
dedicated to the people who like to sing along
cause every little song has little beats and notes
like every little lake has little trees and boats
all people deserve a safe and warm home
cause every single soul is a poem

chorus...

right from the start
in a world torn apart
a babys love leaves fingerprints upon the heart
so many think it
but never say it
why bring a child into this planet full of hatred
they might not make it
like the youngest departed
or worst of all
they might become a part of it
involved in it..perpetuating violence
and growing up in silence
seeing things they dont know how to deal with
and learning ways to try and cope with it
cope with it... but not lose hope

chorus

A little comdey relief is in order. Dont read if you are easily offended.

Band - Adam Sandler
Song Name - At A Medium Pace
Lyrics -
Put your arms around me baby
Can't you see I need you so
Hold me close against your skin
I'm about to begin
Lovin' you

Spit on your hand and stroke my cock
At a medium pace
Play with my balls and tell me
How big they are
Honey, rub your beaver
Up and down my face
Sit on the corner of the bed
And watch me whack off

You see that shampoo bottle
Now stick it up my ass
Push it in and out
At a medium pace
Talk about your old boyfriend's dick
And how big it was
Now shave off my pubes
And punch me in the face
Whoa darlin'
Make me push my dick and balls
Back between my legs
Call me an ugly woman
And take my picture to show
All the people you work with

Now pull up my scrotum
And take the shampoo bottle
Out of my ass
Pretend I'm the pizza delivery guy
And watch me whack off

Strap on a dildo
And make me give you head
Tell me to slow down
And do it at a medium pace
I feel so humiliated
I'm about to blow my load
You tell me it's time to make love
But now I can't
'Cause I spewed all over myself
Then you look into my eyes
And you realize
How much I enjoy lovin' you
I'm so sorry I spunked on my stomach
Maybe next time I'll be better at lovin' you

john lennon
imagine
imagine

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Guns -N- Roses

Guns -N- Roses

Use Your Illusions 2

Civil War:


What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
Which is the way he wants it !
Well, he gets it !
N' I don't like it any more than you men.
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars


D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land

And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars

We practice selective annihilation
Of mayors and government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war

I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway


I always think of this tune when I think of my time in the war or look at the current world situation. GOD BLESS THE VETERANS for they can not rely on the governments to help them when they become sick. They are told they are fine as they lose their jobs from being sick and recieve letters from the pentagon saying they were hit by gas in the war. This is a world-wide pattern involving US, British and Australian soldiers who became ill from Sarin CycloSarin gas exposure,"Experimental Anthrax Innoculations", Depleted Uranium and the many battlefield hazards in the first gulf war. We the people are the throw away toys of societies " Elite" who are profitting from our lives being lost. I know what hell is........... it's me waking up to another day of pain and waiting for the end. The end??? No it will happen again and again till the end of time. It always has and always will the names will change but the games the same. Please stay the fuk away from the military if you want a normal life. Mary take me away...........

Guns-N-Roses

Guns-N-Roses

Appetite For Destruction

Sweet Child O' Mine


She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine


This song makes me think of my girl..... whom I love with all my heart and soul

What a great topic

What a great topic

....reading these other lyrics is just awesome!!! I am gonna be checkin some of these songs out and mybeans420 what a classic I wish his vision was a reality keep em commin guys!! Please write what these songs mean to you guys/gals too if not too much trouble.

Steve Earl
Album NO Idea
Copperhead ROW

Well my name's John Lee Pettimore Same as my daddy and his daddy before You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here He only came to town about twice a year He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line Everybody knew that he made moonshine Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad He headed up the holler with everything he had It's before my time but I've been told He never came back from Copperhead Road Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside Well him and my uncle tore that engine down I still remember that rumblin' sound Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road I volunteered for the Army on my birthday They draft the white trash first,'round here anyway I done two tours of duty in Vietnam And I came home with a brand new plan I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air I wake up screaming like I'm back over there I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know You better stay away from Copperhead Road

Lefty Frizzel " always late"

Lefty Frizzel " always late"

ALWAYS LATE (With Your Kisses)
Recorded by: Lefty Frizzell
Writers: Lefty Frizzell & Blackie Crawford

Always [G] La-ate -- [C] With Your [G] Kisses
Won't you come to my arms sweet dar-ar-lin' and [D7] stay
Always [G] La-ate -- [C] With Your [G] Kisses
Why, oh why do [D7] you want to do me this [G] way. [G7]

How [C] long do you think [G] I can wait
[A7] When you know [D7] you're always late
Always [G] La-ate -- [C] With Your [G] Kisses
Why, oh why do [D7] you want to do me this [G] way.

Its very interesting reading peoples ideas of music.
Green Lantern im going to get that song rightnow so i can hear it done correctly.
Reading it doesnt do any song justice until you hear it.

Another good funny song that i like to listen too.
Kiss me where it smells funny.

You came twice last year like a Sears catalog,
Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg,
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God,
Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog,
Like a DC-10: guaranteed to go down,
But baby your black box is the one that I found,
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money,
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smells funny.

So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes,
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes,
She's one that's speechless, I'm the one that's tongue tied,
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side,
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose,
Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes,
Yeah I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I wanna be,
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny.

Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base,
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes,
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties,
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty,
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base,
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes,
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties,
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty.

Band- Levellers

Album- Levelling the land

Song- One way


My father when i was younger, took me up on to the hill.
We looked down on the city smoke, above the factory spill,
He said "Now this is where i come, when i want to be free!"
He never was in his lifetime, but these words stuck with me.


And so i ran from all of this, and i climbed that highest hill,
and i looked down to my life, above the factory spill.
Well i looked down on to my life, as the family disgrace,
and all my friends just starting life, their wages off to chase.
All my fiends, ans all their jobs, all the bloodyu waste,,,,

There's only 1, way of life and thats ur own, ur own ur own, oh only 1, way of life, and thats ur own, ur own, thats ur own.

I grew up, learned to love and laugh
Circled A's on the underpass
The noise we thought would never stop, died a death, when the punks grew up.
And we choked on our dreams,
We wrestled, with our fears.
Running through the hardest concrete streets, chasin our ideas, run.

And all the problems of the world, wont be solved by this guitar,
And they wont stop cooling either, by the life ive had so far.
And the bright lights of my home town,wont be getting any dimmer.
Though their calling has receeded now,
like some old distant singer.
And they dont look so appealing, to the eyes of this poor sinner.


Theres only 1, way of life, and thats ur own, ur own, ur own,
Oh only 1, way of life, and thats ur thats ur own thats ur own,

so many to choose from

so many to choose from

But I have to say there's only one line that's my ultimate favorite

Band - Pink Floyd
Song - Comfortably Numb

I have become comfortably numb

doesn't that just say it all

Best song

Best song

Best Song from a Plants point of view.

" Here comes the Sun "

George Harrison/The Beatles
1969 Abbey Road