Your Favorite Lyrics

    • Your Favorite Lyrics

      What are some of your most favorite song lyrics? Post them here. (:

      These are two of my favorites, each from different songs.


      "Every once in a while,
      I think about if you're gonna get yourself together.
      You should be happy just to be alive.
      And just because you just don't feel like coming home,
      doesn't mean that you'll never arrive."

      "You said love was painted gold
      But like all things growing old
      The paint peels and slowly falls
      You already know"
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      "The same tricks that, that once fooled me
      They won't get you anywhere
      I'm not the same kid from your memory
      Well, now I can fend for myself"






      "And it's obvious that you're dying, dying
      Just living proof that the camera's lying
      And oh, oh, open wide, 'cause this is your night
      So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style
      You'll go out in style"
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      Everything that's wrong with the world in a 10 minute verse titled Let's Not Shit Ourselves by Bright Eyes


      "Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
      A baby cries hard in an apartment complex,
      as I pass in a car buried under the influence.
      The city's driving me out of my mind.
      I've seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity.
      He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree
      and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
      Next time he will not aim so high.
      Yeah, next time, neither will I.
      Now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.
      Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list.
      While, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
      He knows there's worse things than being alone.
      And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.
      I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?
      An ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure.
      I do not read the reviews.
      No, I am not singing for you.
      Well I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well.
      And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.
      With all these wishes I make,
      I should buy something real, at least a telephone call home.
      Well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall of memory,
      all those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
      And got my grades back and forgot just as easily,
      but as least I got an A.
      And so I don't have them to blame.
      Well I should stop pointing fingers;
      reserve my judgment of all those public action figures,
      the cowboy presidents.
      So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit
      when they've made a mistake.
      While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen,
      he knows he don't have to say it,
      so it, it don't bother him.
      "Honesty", "Accuracy" is just "Popular Opinion."
      And the approval rating's high,
      and so someone's gonna die.
      Well ABC, NBC, CBS: it's all Bullshit.
      They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split.
      And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment.
      We're still the pawns in their game.
      As they take eye for an eye until no one can see,
      we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.
      Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan
      on the fast food marquee:
      Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
      Oh and the Blues, I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!
      Well, I awoke in relief.
      My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills,
      in a Chicago hospital.
      And my father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away.
      I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..."
      He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless
      and there's nothing you could do that would ever change this.
      I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again."
      So now I try to keep up, I've been exchanging my currency.
      While a million objects pass through my periphery.
      Now I'm rubbing my eyes 'cause they're starting to bother me.
      I've been staring too long at the screen.
      But where was it when I first heard a sweet sound of humility?
      It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody.
      How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,
      to love and to be loved. Let's just hope that is enough."

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      This verse... just... perfection:

      They say music can alter moods and talk to you.
      Well can it load a gun up 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 totin' pistols
      And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool,
      Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers.
      Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus,
      But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
      checks in the mail.
      It's fucked up ain't it?
      How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'
      thing that we wanted.
      That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
      Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine,
      Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long,
      Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs.
      Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
      Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die,
      Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe.
      We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes.
      That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
      hold it
      Cause we consider these minutes golden.
      And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
      Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
      songs.
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      Young Guns have absolutely lovely lyrics. To quote a few:

      "She sees me as an eagle,
      though I am just a crow
      She sees me as a diamond
      though I'm just a weathered stone"
      -Meter & Verse

      "Every hour is a season,
      Every minute lasts a day,
      So I sit here picking stitches,
      'Cos I find comfort in decay,
      How I long to fill my lungs.

      So tell me how does it feel to,
      Breathe air cold and clean,
      Cos I've been living on my knees,
      Since I was seventeen.
      Thought I was safe beneath the smoke,
      But even under cover,
      I still choke.

      And my wings are clipped but even if they weren't,
      I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth.
      There's not poetry in my soul,
      Just a list of lies I've told.
      And I don't' know how much longer I can hold on.
      "
      -Stitches

      Arctic Monkeys have some genuis lyrics, too.

      "The next time that I caught my own reflection
      It was on it's way to meet you, thinking of excuses to postpone
      You never look like yourself from the side but your profile did not hide
      The fact you knew I was approachin' your throne

      With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
      Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
      And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
      There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
      "

      - Crying Lightning
      [RIGHT][SIZE=2]there's no poetry in my soul,[/SIZE]
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      [RIGHT][SIZE=2]just a list of lies I've told[/SIZE]
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