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I'm curious about the most bizarre/best lyrics people know of. This one has to be a contender for most bizarre. It's from The Beatles "Happiness is a warm gun":
She's a girl who misses much,
Do do do do do do do, oh yeah.
She's well aquainted with touch of the velvet hand,
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with multicoloured mirrors,
On his hobnailed boots.
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy,
Working overtime.
A soap impression of his wife which he ate,
And donated to the National Trust.
Christ knows what they were on when they wrote that song!!
No doubt Goatboy will quote some weird Clutch lyrics, with good reason too. :O)
She's a girl who misses much,
Do do do do do do do, oh yeah.
She's well aquainted with touch of the velvet hand,
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with multicoloured mirrors,
On his hobnailed boots.
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy,
Working overtime.
A soap impression of his wife which he ate,
And donated to the National Trust.
Christ knows what they were on when they wrote that song!!
No doubt Goatboy will quote some weird Clutch lyrics, with good reason too. :O)
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Not so much weird these ones, but a couple I like:
"Sometimes, A smoke, a drink and a ponder, can work wonders"
"No challenge should be faced without a little charm and a lot of style."
"Sometimes, A smoke, a drink and a ponder, can work wonders"
"No challenge should be faced without a little charm and a lot of style."
The Super Furry's do have their moments, but Pavement are also contenders to the Weird Lyric crown:
Type Slowly
"One of is a cigar stand
and one of us is a lovely blue incandescent guillotine
the edge of creation is blurred and blushed
not a lot of room to grow inside this leather terrarium"
What Steve Malkamus?
Type Slowly
"One of is a cigar stand
and one of us is a lovely blue incandescent guillotine
the edge of creation is blurred and blushed
not a lot of room to grow inside this leather terrarium"
What Steve Malkamus?
Clutch would be a good choice, but I'm going with Tom Waits for a change (from the Mule Variations album):
I'm on a black elavator going down
Little Jo from Kokomo,it rattles to the ground
The dice is laughing at the man that he throwed
I'm rolling over to the low side of the road
The moon is red and you’re dancin’ real slow
Twentynine miles left to go
The chain monkeys help you with your load
I’m rollin’ over to the lowside of the road
"Filipino Box Spring Hog"
Well I hung on to Mary's stump
I danced with a soldier's glee
With a rum soaked crook and a big fat laugh
I spent my last dollar on thee
I saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell
Kehoe spiked the nog
With a chain link fence and a scrap iron jaw
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Spider rolled in from Hollister Burn
with a one-eyed stolen Mare
Donned himself with chicken fat
Sawin' on a jaw bone violin there
Kathleen was sittin' down in Little Reds Recovery Room
in her criminal underwear bra
I was naked to the waist with my fierce black hound
And I'm cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road
Fill it with madrone and bay
Stinks like hell and the neighbors complain
Don't give a hoot what they say
Gotta slap that hog
Roll em over twice
Gotta baste him with a sweeping broom
You gotta swat(3) them flies and chain up the dogs
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Rattle snake piccata with grapes and figs
Old brown Betty with a yellow wig
Tain't the mince meat filagree
And it ain't the turkey neck stew
And it ain't them bruleed okra seeds
though she made them especially for you
Worse won a prize for her bottom black pie
The beans got to thrown to the dogs
Jaheseus Christ, I can always make room
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
I'm on a black elavator going down
Little Jo from Kokomo,it rattles to the ground
The dice is laughing at the man that he throwed
I'm rolling over to the low side of the road
The moon is red and you’re dancin’ real slow
Twentynine miles left to go
The chain monkeys help you with your load
I’m rollin’ over to the lowside of the road
"Filipino Box Spring Hog"
Well I hung on to Mary's stump
I danced with a soldier's glee
With a rum soaked crook and a big fat laugh
I spent my last dollar on thee
I saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell
Kehoe spiked the nog
With a chain link fence and a scrap iron jaw
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Spider rolled in from Hollister Burn
with a one-eyed stolen Mare
Donned himself with chicken fat
Sawin' on a jaw bone violin there
Kathleen was sittin' down in Little Reds Recovery Room
in her criminal underwear bra
I was naked to the waist with my fierce black hound
And I'm cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road
Fill it with madrone and bay
Stinks like hell and the neighbors complain
Don't give a hoot what they say
Gotta slap that hog
Roll em over twice
Gotta baste him with a sweeping broom
You gotta swat(3) them flies and chain up the dogs
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Rattle snake piccata with grapes and figs
Old brown Betty with a yellow wig
Tain't the mince meat filagree
And it ain't the turkey neck stew
And it ain't them bruleed okra seeds
though she made them especially for you
Worse won a prize for her bottom black pie
The beans got to thrown to the dogs
Jaheseus Christ, I can always make room
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
"Well the monkey puzzle tree, has some questions, for the watchdogs of the profane."
"Hampster, turning round in your wheel,
I've got something to tell you,
I can harness your feel,
Dynamo for electicity,
You empower my feelings,
Give me light so I can see"
"So won't you give me some food?
I really need to get some energy in me"
"Marie Currie was Polish born but French bred. Ha! French bread!"
"Hampster, turning round in your wheel,
I've got something to tell you,
I can harness your feel,
Dynamo for electicity,
You empower my feelings,
Give me light so I can see"
"So won't you give me some food?
I really need to get some energy in me"
"Marie Currie was Polish born but French bred. Ha! French bread!"
I saw (and met) Merz live at the Square in Harlow once. He did some new songs called "Cheap Soap" and "The Nightingale Meets the Crow". Strange...but true!
I'm curious about the most bizarre/best lyrics people know of. This one has to be a contender for most bizarre. It's from The Beatles "Happiness is a warm gun":
She's a girl who misses much,
Do do do do do do do, oh yeah.
She's well aquainted with touch of the velvet hand,
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with multicoloured mirrors,
On his hobnailed boots.
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy,
Working overtime.
A soap impression of his wife which he ate,
And donated to the National Trust.
Christ knows what they were on when they wrote that song!!
No doubt Goatboy will quote some weird Clutch lyrics, with good reason too. :O)
She's a girl who misses much,
Do do do do do do do, oh yeah.
She's well aquainted with touch of the velvet hand,
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with multicoloured mirrors,
On his hobnailed boots.
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy,
Working overtime.
A soap impression of his wife which he ate,
And donated to the National Trust.
Christ knows what they were on when they wrote that song!!
No doubt Goatboy will quote some weird Clutch lyrics, with good reason too. :O)
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