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At 6/30/09 07:07 PM, FlockMasta wrote: Kidz Bop

i hope you're joking

interpol because their lyrcs are so dark and a bit sad. Check out that creepy puppet!

N.E.R.D thier lyrics just flow.

Less Than Jake

what?! I like 'em, wanna foight about it?

Cannibal Corpse for sure

inb4 wall of text, its relevant

I was once a man before I transformed
into this molester, freshly deceased children
You have born, torn by my raoe
The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse
I will violate

Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction
I open the coffin
Sick thoughts run through my head as I stare
At the dead, over and over, I can't escape
I begin the dead sex, licking her young, rotted orifice
I cum in her cold cunt, shivering with ecstasy
for nine days straight I do the same
She becomes by dead, decayed child sex slave
her neck I hack, cutting through the back
I use her mouth to eject

Here I cum, blood gushes from
bleeding black blood
her head disconnected
As I came, viciously I cut, through her
jugular vein
She's already dead, I masturbate with
her severed head
My lubrication, her decomposition
Spending my life molesting dead children

Intercourse with infants
Curing heads on top of spikes
boiling skulls
Skin sliding off of bones

Voices
The voices call
Voices
The voices are calling me
Buried dead I've spiritually infected
Call to me from beyond their graves

Bleed
I now bleed pus
I bleed, the blood of the dead
I bleed on her livid skin
Thrusting myself within
Beginning to chop through her hairless crotch
Beyond what we know as death
It haunts me everyday
I hear the voice of every child
That lies next to me decayed
A fresh corpse, to fill with my infection
Tortured before death, no orifice left unfilled

Violated after death
Virgin hole infest
Anal pore spewing cess
The sacred juice I injest
Your dead child I defile
Necropedophile

Demon Hunter's songs have a really deep meaning.

For example, their song "Fading Away" talks about waiting "the call of the Lord", and how we live according to our own "desires" They always put a religious touch in their songs, but besides that, I love what they mean.

Funkadelic of course!

Ah, I awakened from a wet dream in which I was restless {?}
My imagination could no longer take me there
So I slid into my copping haberdashery
And gave into the original jones: sex.

Now, my sexy jones was below sea level
The hornies occupied my being
I was at that stage where most men would say,
"Hey ho', it's your life or your lay."
But I was cooler than that.
She said, "No compute."

I spotted a lady who was also on the prowl
I could tell by her makeup, plus the scent was there
So I sashayed over to her, and, ah, spoke of my plan
She screamed and said, "Are you asking to make love to me?"
I said, "Is pig what's in pork?
Or you gonna play hard
After all the trouble you went through to get chosen?"
She said, ah, "No compute."

Finally, she said, ah, "I could, ah, probably go for what you're talking about.
But it's really about my birth control pill."
I said, "All looks are not alike, all holes are not a crack.
When in doubt, vamp.
Or at least ad-lib.
And of course you know that spit don't make babies."
She smiled, and said, "No compute."
But I could tell that she was getting interested {?}.

So off we went!
There was fun to be had, love to be made.
"Strange", I said to myself after I laid,
Smoking a last joint before I ??? to sleep
"What a man will go for when the hornies, ah, set in."
Well, suddenly as she laid there, mouth wide open, wig half off, snoring
Breath smelling like a 1948 Buick
I was sick with the filthies, and she smiled in her sleep
As if to say, "All looks are not alike, all holes are not a crack."

psshh its obviously karlkoolkid1999

I always thought The Cat Empire have clever lyrics. Lady GaGa also has pretty good pretty good lines.

Say Anything imo

[ yellow cat / red cat ]

I watched my yellow cat invade my red cat in the yard
The feline war has raged for years, so I assume it'd be too hard
For me to drive my foot between them, I would never risk the scratch
Just to prove to one or both of them
A cat is just a cat

Again I watched my cousin Greg watch MTV inside his home
He makes fun of the hip-hop videos from the couch he rides alone
Snug in the cushion of his cackling, he forgets his looming doubts
He has relied on this for years, you will not yank the carpet out
No, no

These are my friends
This is who they have been for always
These are my day
This is how they stay
Hey, hey
Hey, hey

(ok check this out)

I watched this dude each night
Same table
Who creates and crumples up
His eyes are wide from sipping endlessly his endless coffee cup
He feeds me quotes, that lonely goat
I watch him grazing by himself
I will not stop him when he rambles, I'm becoming one myself

Lou is bugged and shot up with drugs
He sweats this bird he hardly know
All that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes
So like some hybrid mother slash lover she'd soothe and heal his wounds
And kiss those dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon
Oh please

These are my friends
This is who they have been for always
These are my days
This is how they stay
Hey, hey
These are my friends, this is who they'll remain forever
This is how we stay
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Ahhhhh, shit

I watch my yellow cat, hey hey
I watch my yellow cat
I watch my yellow cat, hey hey
I watch my yellow cat

I watch my neighbor's son play with his shotgun in the street
I think I'll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food I eat
It's strange; I'm skinny when I'm standing, but I'm Buddha when I sit
And if I'm truly so enlightened why'd I waste your time on it?
As I look back at countless crossroads and the middle where I stay
Right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest fucks get laid
By the faux-finest finds it's been that way and god damn you, how you stay With every scummy, crummy hour of the scummy, crummy day.

These are my friends
This is who they have been for always
These are my days
This is how they stay
Hey, hey
These are my friends, this is who they'll remain forever
This is how we stay
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey

At 6/30/09 08:26 PM, Aggzza wrote: psshh its obviously karlkoolkid1999

I fucking lol'd!

pixies.

"with your feet on the air and your head on the ground..."

SOAD? You gotta be kidding. Then again...

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass HEY!

I'd say Bob Marley. Some of his songs such as War and Kaya are brilliant.

At 6/30/09 12:09 PM, MsiScars2780 wrote: Clutch, no questions asked.

Agreed 100%. I'm glad someone else knows them.

EXAMPLE

(Eulogy for a) Ghost

The leather soles go shuffling in,
Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin.
Now who will toast our noble host that has this morning given up the ghost?

The wooden coffer hand to hand.
Kind words are offered, silent prayers.
But she is satisfied the most while stabbing madly at the roast.

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.

The creditor rides with his men.
The death of debtors he won't forgive.
They repossess his silver eyes, now in the potter's field he lies.

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.

Waiting for a dead man's shoes.
Have you heard the latest news?
Lazarus is back from the dead looking as one would expect.
Dripping with the waters of Sheol.
Babbling about body and soul.
And Then he found his wife in their bed buck naked and already wed.

The tax collector beneath his sheets.
The door swings open. Floorboards creak.
Now who will toast our noble host who has this morning given up the ghost?

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.

At 6/30/09 08:33 PM, super-sense wrote: I always thought The Cat Empire have clever lyrics.

Good, I'm not the only person who's heard of them. "The Car Song," lyrically speaking, is probably one of the best songs I've ever heard.

Anyway, as far as I'm concerned, the be all end all of lyrical genius is Bob Dylan.

Well, Elliott Smith is my favourite lyricist, but if it's just bands, it's Radiohead.

Blur, Gorillaz and The good, The Bad, and the Queen.

I Absolutely love Damon Albarn's observational lyrics