Song lyrics

Hello all. It seems this is another post that got my interest, so here goes.


Sail away where no ball and chain can keep us from the roaring waves, together undivided but forever we'll be free.
So sail away aboard our rig, the moon is full and so are we. We're seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins.

Flogging Molly
 
<u>Condemned </u>



Buried deep inside your mind,

there's a room that you will find.

It locks away bad memories,

the jaded stuff from your history.

I found your key go see my friend,

Your door is clearly marked "Condemned"



It's funny that, your wrecking ball

has broken free, and cracked the wall



It's funny that, your wrecking ball

swung back at you, and made you fall.
 
Hey Paul, wanna start a band? I used to play drums... well, I still do if you count air-drums.

When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers,
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees,
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet.
Your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder,
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor,
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for.
This is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you,
And from above you how I sank into your soul,
Into that secret place where no one dares to go.
Your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking,
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die,
Each one a little more than he could dare to try.

Neutral Milk Hotel
 
[ QUOTE ]
Hey Paul, wanna start a band? I used to play drums... well, I still do if you count air-drums.


[/ QUOTE ]Thanks, I play bass and sing in a band,
with guys from work, just for fun
 
Were all worshipers of gravity

Thrown into this mix inhumanly

Why me and not you?

Why you and not me?

What did I do not to be thrown into the mix?

Blue eyed

Burn Side

To much truth spoken, to hard to tell

To hard to see, to hard-I fell

I stopped short of the truth and cried.

I for once was happy for the lie.

All the blood shed.....inocent lives.......

Why me and not them?

Why them and not me?

Theres to much pain from here to there.

Lives lost. Cost. Cost. Cost.

Agghhhhhhhh!!!!

Were all worshipers of gravity.


(self)
 
I'm diggin' my way...
I'm diggin' my way to something...
I'm diggin' my way to something better.

I'm pushing to stay...
I'm pushing to stay with something...
I'm pushing to stay with something better.

I'm sowing the seeds...
I'm sowing the seeds I take...
I'm sowing the seeds I take for granted.

This thorn in my side...
This thorn in my side is from the tree...
This thorn in my side is from the tree I planted.
It tears me and I bleed.
And I bleed.

Caught under wheels' roll,
I take the leash, I'm bleeding me.
Can't stop to save my soul,
I take the leash that's leading me.
I'm bleeding me.
Ooh, I can't take it.
Caught under wheels' roll,
Oh, the bleeding of me...

Of me.
The bleeding of me.

Caught under wheels' roll,
I take the leash, I'm bleeding me.
Can't stop to save my soul,
I take the leash thats leading me.
I'm bleeding me.
Ooh, I can't take it.
Caught under wheels' roll,
Oh, the bleeding of me...

Oh, the bleeding of me...

I am the beast that feeds the beast.
I am the blood, I am released.
Come make me pure,
Bleed me a cure.
I'm caught...
I'm caught...
I'm caught under...

Caught under wheels' roll,
I take the leash, I'm bleeding me.
Can't stop to save my soul,
I take the leash thats leading me.
I'm bleeding me.

Ooh, I can't take it...
I can't take it...
I can't take it...
Oh, the bleeding of me.
Come on,
Bleed me.

I'm diggin' my way...
I'm diggin' my way to something...
I'm diggin' my way to something better.

I'm pushing to stay...
I'm pushing to stay with something...
I'm pushing to stay with something better.
With something better.
 
The deaf violinist plays on the docks,
He's missing a tooth and he stands on a box.
His gestures are feverish, his cheeks wet with tears,
He sleeps in his jacket, or so it appears.
He plays from the late afternoon through the evening,
And bows with his hat in his hand before leaving.
He plays for the angels themselves, I'm convinced of it,
'Cause no music at all comes out of his instrument.

-Buck 65
 
My pain is self chosen,
Atleast so the prophet says.
I could either burn or cut off my pride and buy some time.
A head full of lies is a weight tied to my waste.

The river of deceit-flows down-yeah.
The only direction we go is down.

Down-o-Down Down-o-Down
Down-o-Down.............

My pain is self chosen-
Atleast I believe it to be.

I could either drown or pull off my skin and swim to shore.
Now I can grow a beautifull shell for all to see.....

The river of deceit-flows down-yeah.
The only direction we go is down.

Down-o-Down Down-o-Down
Down-o-Down.............

My pain is self chosen

Our pain is self chosen


(mad season-river of deceit)
 
Two kinds of people in this world
Winners, losers
I lost my power in this world
Because I did not use it


And I go insane
Like I always do
And I call your name
She's a lot like you


Two kinds of things in this world
Living, dying
I lost my power in this world
And the rumours are flying
 
'Nautical Disaster'

I had this dream where I relished the fray and the screaming filled my head all day.
It was as though I had been spit here,
settled in,
into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket,
off the coast of France, dear.
One afternoon,
four thousand men died in the water here and five hundred more were thrashing madly as parasites might in your blood.
Now I was in a lifeboat designed for ten and ten only,
anything that systematic would get you hated.
It's not a deal not a test nor a love of something fated.
(Death)
The selection was quick,
the crew was picked and those left in the water were kicked off our pant leg and we headed for home.

Then the dream ends when the phone rings,
you're doing alright he said it's out there most days and nights,
but only a fool would complain.
Anyway Susan, if you like,
our conversation is as faint as a sound in my memory,
as those fingernails scratching on my hull.

Tragically Hip
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzZEW8H7KfI
 
Another Tragically Hip song....

My Music at Work

Everything is bleak.
It’s the middle of the night.
You’re all alone and
the dummies might be right.
You feel like a jerk.
My music at work.
My music at work.

Avoid trends and cliches.
Don’t try to be up to date.
And when the sunlight hits the olive-oil,
don’t hesitate.
The night’s so long it hurts
My music at work.
In a symbol too far
or the anatomy of a stain;
to determine where you are,
in a sink full of Ganges, I’d remain -
No matter what you heard
in my music at work.
My music at work.
My music at work.

I call it, ’Olga Waits;
The Cloud That Entertains
The Dim Possibility of
Showing Some Restraint.’
The rain came down berserk.
My music at work.
My music at work.

On a star beyond the chart
or the dark side of a drop of rain.
determining where you are,
in a sink full of Ganges, I remain -
No matter what you heard.
My music at work.
My music at work.
My music at work.

La-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.

Everythng is bleak.
It’s the middle of the night.
You’re all alone and
the dummies might be right.
Outside, the darkness lurks.
My music at work.
My music at work.

Hey fallen hummingbird,
my music at work.
From the middle of the earth,
my music at work.
Bound for bed without dessert,
my music at work.
My music at work.
My music at work.


My dad was featured in the video to this song. He's the guy on the exercise machine.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSQbLYz_Gtk&amp;feature=related
 
It was the echoing voices of the old ones,
Through thick steel forests and over scorched earth.
Always just out of reach, a murder of crows judged my every footstep.
My bones were frozen.
Penniless and entirely out of breath,
I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water trough.
But through it all the real stick in my spokes was the torment of my dreams.
I fought off sleep with both fists and sometimes fire.
With little more than a blowgun I made from an exhausted pen,
I shot the stars out of the sky.
When each one fell sparkling to the ground,
I made wishes that never came true.
Apparitions of angels with angry eyes appeared at each new moon.
My own ghosts began whispering,
And trees died if I tried to climb them.
The decision was made for me,
To begin interpreting real life just as I would nightmares.

-Buck 65 Square One
 
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