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"Yer favourite lyrics"

Yes, I've had a skin full and am feeling mightily sentimental and empathic, but let's have your favourite songs, or just parts of the lyrics that speak to you .....

Okey dokey.

*sways with drunken-ness*

"HIC"

*Highly Excitable* wrote:
> C®ø§$ Bób wrote:
> Rise Against-Unregarding
>
>
> Otherwise known as "Swing Life Away", yes?

Where the HELL did he get 'Unregarding' from?

Breathe - Pink Floyd

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and chose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Run, run rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave

Crankin' this one..

Right To Be Wrong - Joss Stone

I've got a right to be wrong
My mistakes will make me strong
I'm stepping out into the great unknown
I'm feeling wings though I've never flown
I've got a mind of my own
I'm flesh and blood to the bone
I'm not made of stone
Got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone

I've got a right to be wrong
I've been held down too long
I've got to break free
So I can finally breathe
I've got a right to be wrong
Got to sing my own song
I might be singing out of key
But it sure feels good to me
Got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone

You're entitled to your opinion
But it's really my decision
I can't turn back I'm on a mission
If you care don't you dare blur my vision
Let me be all that I can be
Don't smother me with negativity
Whatever's out there waiting for me
I'm going to faced it willingly

I've got a right to be wrong
My mistakes will make me strong
I'm stepping out into the great unknown
I'm feeling wings though I've never flown
I've got a mind of my own
Flesh and blood to the bone
See, I'm not made of stone
I've got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone

I've got a right to be wrong
I've been held down to long
I've got to break free
So I can finally breathe
I've got a right to be wrong
Got to sing my own song
I might be singing out of key
But it sure feels good to me
I've got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone

Not a massive fan of rap or RnB or stuff, but gotta bow to the lyrics to this.

Blade - Pop Idol


This whole generation is consumed by the fact of
How a man’s reconstructed as a manufactured act.
Glued to the television, watching as he progresses
Time for a rain check … somebody stop the presses.
Everywhere you look there’s another man being moulded
Made to play a role and all that bullsh*t's promoted
Till we’re sick to the bone with it, none admit to owning it
Look out for the strings attached to the hands and who’s controlling it.
It’s a devious man with a devious plan
To take the p*ss out of the people ’cause he knows that he can
And you let it happen over and over again
It started as a joke but now it’s turned into a game
Where the only winners are those who earn from your weaknesses
You lose again! But I guess it’s
In our nature to accept whatever’s promoted well …
That’s why they sell ’cause none of them can sing for hell!
They wouldn’t be where they are if none of this was organised
To suck the audience in, pull the wool over their eyes
So they can’t see what the plan is, psychology reversed
Make you feel a part of it … who came first?
Was it the manager, the artist, the label or the agent?
Chilling in their mansion while the real performers are slaving
Trying to make ends meet, trapped in the streets
Sinking in the concrete, drowning in their own beats.

Chorus:
Who put you where you are? Who made you a star?
Who bought you your house? Who bought you your car?
Who made you a household name? Who brought you fame?
Who said, “You can have it all if you just play the game?”

Bitterness brews … the hurricane’s coming
In the form of a human being, I ain’t leaving till the stage is bleeding
The groove in the record cut deep
I sleep with my eyes open and snore off beat
Just to confuse ’em, lose ’em in the frame
Repaint the picture, start it all again.
Where you can only audition if we sense the art is in your heart
Smell it in your breath when you perform, disregard
Jokers with no tone who never touched a mic before
Sang for the first time and signed the deal the night before.
Clean-cut images dressed to look the part
Trained to say the right things at the right time … no heart!
You might as well be an addition to the scenery
Blend into the background, act like you’re machinery
With the cheesiest grin and you wonder why we’re militant
Devil in disguise ignorant and far from innocent.

Chorus.

The gates are only open ’cause you’re young … it’s just begun!
For some it’s a way of life suffocated by how things are run.
The cookie crumbles; you ain’t got what it takes
You mime when you’re live, we can see it in your face …
Your background fabricated, a puppet in smart clothes
You might as well be Pinocchio, when you lie your nose grows
It’s plain to see you got no backbone and every song you perform
Is a cover of a song that’s been long gone?
A classic … you took it and you made it sound worthless
Destroyed what was once great, another classic is murdered.
It’s only a matter of time before you’re seen as the rat you are
Bound to be a backlash, you’re far from spectacular.
Who you trying to kid? Who you making all these records for
Sixty-year-old grand mothers and teens don’t know the score?
Who can’t make up their own minds suckered into promotion tactics?
Erase the nonsense and make way for the fantastic

Chorus:

If God Would Send HIs Angels - U2

Nobody else here baby no one else here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain
Nobody made you do it, no one put words in your mouth
Nobody here taking orders when love took a train heading south
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff the stuff of country songs

Hey, if God will send his Angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his Angels
Would everything be alright?

God has got his phone off the hook
Babe would he even pick up if he could?
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hangin' round this neighbourhood
See his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister's eyes are blister
The high street never looked so low

It's the blind leading the blond
It's the cops collecting for the cons
So where is the hope and where is the faith ... and the love?
What's that you say to me
Does love... light up your Christmas tree?
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news

Hey, if God will send his Angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his Angels
Where do we go??

Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door

It's the stuff it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on

Hey if God will send his Angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well, if God will send his Angels
Where do we go??

Pink Floyd - Echos

Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's.
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.

And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive.
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun....

Almost everyday you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me
To rise.
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.

And no one sings me lullabyes
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky....

Pink Floyd - Wish you were here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

... Classic.

Grix Thraves wrote:
> Not a massive fan of rap or RnB or stuff, but gotta bow to the lyrics
> to this.
>
> Blade - Pop Idol
>

heh saw them supporting feeder, they didn't go down to well, maybe cos they seemed quite chav. i thought they were alright

Rise Against - Voices Off Camera


can you hear the desperate cries that are calling out your name?
twisting your arms, holding out their hands
and tugging at your sleeve,
do you feel this underlying sense of urgency
or are you as blind as me?

I hit the ground and I'm still running
but I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I'll be gone in the morning
I just need somewhere now

I can't bear the thought of losing,
I dread the attention winning brings
and ever since the day I came here
I can stand without your strings
I'm so sick of all these people
but I'm scared to be alone
and if this life has taught me anything
I forgot it long ago and so I

I hit the ground and I'm still running
but I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I'll be gone in the morning
I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes
I hit the ground and I'm still running
but I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I'll be gone in the morning
I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes

the heart is something you can't control
we either choose to follow or be left on our own
so we're leaving here on a less-travelled road
as desperate cries grow louder,
I know we're getting close, getting close

I hit the ground and I'm still running
but I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I'll be gone in the morning
I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes
I hit the ground and I'm still running
but I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I'll be gone in the morning
I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes

GUILD OF MUTE ASSASSINS
(Clutch)

Organ grinder's henchmen shaking their coins in time-
"Guild of Mute Assassins will convene at a quarter to nine."
Behind the court house atop a scaffold stands a man with a bag for a face,
"You will not have learned until I return to give my executioner the chase."

The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
From the places in-between that are so seldom seen
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins.

Widow in the furrow with thimbles hasn't seen her face in years
Kneels into a puddled reflection to find it is just as she's feared.
In the Garden the Archangel, sword above his head,
"You will not return until you have learned what you've forfeited."

The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
From the places in-between that are so seldom seen
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins.

Baby on a threshold with silver. Breath rises from its lips
Beam of yellow light from a doorway and the figure of a silhouette.
In the cradle a wood stiletto rattles like a barrel of bones.
Another journeyman with passion silently recites the oath.

The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
From the places in-between that are so seldom seen
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins.