Stupid lyrics thread. (1 Viewer)

[spady]

I'm a-fraid of the dark,
Especially when I'm in a park,
And it is late at night,
Oh I get the shivers.....

I hope I'll never see a ghost,
I'd rather have a piece of toast....
..........................
And watch the evening news.

Life, oh life, oh li-i-i-ife , oh life, doo-d-do-doo.

 

[Super Dexta]

Being yourself is not a crime
We've got the proof if you've got the time
Come to a show and you will see
2000 Strong is unity!

-- i used to cry at that when I was 16

____________________

well maybe now that you've grown
dull and old
we'll pick up where you left off
to you it was just music
but to us it was so much more
when we put our heads together
we'll prove we've got the edge
that can never dull
true till death


--from a band who lost the proverbial edge about six months later - but i guess "True Till Next Week" wasn't as catchy... or "True Till I Reach The Legal Drinking Age In America"

 

[jane]

--from a band who lost the proverbial edge about six months later - but i guess "True Till Next Week" wasn't as catchy... or "True Till I Reach The Legal Drinking Age In America"

Ah, yes, 'True til 21', a great American hardcore tradition.

Hardcore lyrics are the best. A friend of mine and I used to have stupid lyrics competitions, where we'd go through our music collections and try to one-up the dumbest lines. He actually won the game one night with that 'Blue Pride' lyric. I couldn't top it. Still kinda can't.

 

[Super Dexta]

Much as I love earth crisis, they have some completely inane lyrics. Here's a little number about people who lose the edge (maybe it's about chain of strength?!?):

There will be no allegiance with those who turn to sin
I have nothing but contempt for the turncoats who give in
To regress from purity to weakness I can't allow
The blatant desecration of a sacred vow
Fuck the two-faced losers
Fuck all who go untried
Fuck the evil bastards who still stand by their side
Fuck all who cheapened what I truly am in others eyes
Fuck all those who bent the straight edge with their fucking lies
Integrity, sincerity, I choose to live against the grain
Purged of the impurities that fester in their veins
No tolerance for weakness is what's allowed I say
My decree is my law and it's here to stay

comedy genius I tell you!

 

[rumpus]

no no

no no no no

no no no no

no no there's no limit

 

[Goodbye]

technotechnotechnotechno!!!!!

 

[Shay HT]

Jane, did I ever tell ya I got a death threat for thaving that review on HT?!!!!
How are ya anyway?

Here you go. It's fecking long, so, sorry about that.

Avenged Sevenfold - Sounding the Seventh Trumpet


Applying a diverse set of influences and striving to create a unique sound does not necessarily make a band good. When it works, it is remarkable: Grade, Refused and Hot Water Music all do it with astonishingly good results. Avenged Sevenfold attempt to fuse hardcore punk and metal, also with a kind of astounding result.

The Beach Boys’ little-known and make-believe metal experiment, Hang Ten at the Gates of Hell is an unmistakable influence, while the effects of excessive amounts of vegan-rella add a touch of bowel strain that stirs even the most stubborn human empathy. Vocals shift from a fruity California Whine to the dry-mouthed barking of post-25-ta-Life metalcore and back again with no warning and, as if that weren’t enough, they’ve added interludes of the likes of Journey, Foreigner, Winger, et al, especially in ‘Warmness on the Soul’, a blatant co-dependency manifesto that makes me pity the poor woman to whom it is dedicated.

‘Streets’, while irritatingly nasal, is virtually metal-free, a sample of what these guys could sound like if they stuck with some pop-punk influenced hardcore or vice versa. The changes are probably as smooth as they could be, but if they’re trying to share their pain with the world, it works, and if you don’t buy this album, these guys will kill themselves: ‘slit my wrists, take away the pain. Slit my throat, everyone’s to blame.’ Converge plus Fat/Epitaph/Lookout punk plus a bunch of stuff from the £1.99 bin and a big musical poodle perm equals something, I just don’t know what. Whatever it is, it almost works on a couple of tracks: ‘Darkness Surrounding’ almost does the impossible, but remains unconvincing; ‘We Come out at Night’, minus the singing-through-a-snorkel bit, could almost be a decent metal song, even with the pianos and the thunderstorm in the background.

In a recent interview, Zacky Vengeance, digressing from his profanity-littered rant about the latest translation of Dante, warns the mothers of Europe to lock up their daughters, and I think he means it. The Reverend Tholomew Plague, loosely paraphrasing Thomas á Becket, sends a message to readers who can’t remember the band’s name that they might consider eating horse’s balls (though he does not explain how consumption of an equine variation of the Rocky Mountain Oyster can boost a person’s memory), while he himself expresses an interest in dabbling in cannibalism. Newest member Synyster Gates, in the same interview, uses the word ‘pussy’ 873 times before launching, unprovoked, into an argument with a random passer-by that seems to have been plagiarised almost directly from Plato’s Apologia, while Justin Sane hints that the next album may be a musical version of William Blake’s Songs of Innocence…I hope these guys at least get laid for being in a band.

Spinal Tap without the irony, and almost as much fun as a Manowar promo video (www.manowar.com). Almost. Most quotable lyric? ‘But I can’t take their soul. Punching through jello, stabbing not killing.’ Yeah, somebody’s been reading Becket.

 

[jane]

Jane, did I ever tell ya I got a death threat for thaving that review on HT?!!!!
How are ya anyway?

Wait, you got a death threat, too? I posted the little 'note of caution' they sent for me on this very thread. If you got one, too...this, I gotta see.

 

[Richie]

Did anybody mention Blondie's Rapture:

And you don't stop sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground
And out comes the man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eating cars
You eat Cadillacs Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subaru
And you don't stop
You keep on eating cars
Then when there's no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face
Dance cheek to cheek
One to one
Man to man
Dance toe to toe
Don't move too slow 'cause the man from Mars is through with
cars
He's eating bars
Yeah wall to wall
Door to door
Hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture
Be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain
Paint a train
You'll be singing in the rain
Said don't stop to the punk rock
back to back, body muscular spinless movement, bite the jugular
one to one
(?)technology
And a ardour, no sign of saviour in Rapture
Well now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars where the TV's on
And now he's gone back up to space where he won't have a hassle
with the
human race
And you hip hop
And you don't stop
Just blast off sure shot
Because the man from Mars stopped eating cars
And eating bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up!

That's very funny Debbie, now we'll do the real vocals.

 

[oh shit]

Killing Spree house has recently been resonating to the chorus of this crazy little ditty from Euro-popland that is currently doing the rounds on the Box. they sing in their native language, which presumably makes more sense than the english subtitles:

x5
Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haa

hello,hi,
it is me, an outlaw
and please, my love
accept happines

hello, hello, it is me picasso
i gave you a call, and i am tough
but i want you to know
i ask nothing from you

you want to leave but you cant,
you cant take me
you cant, you cant take me
you cant, you cant
the image of you face
and the love of the linden tree
remind me of your eyes

you want me leave but you cant,
you cant take me
you cant, you cant take me
you cant, you cant
the image of you face
and the love of the linden tree
remind me of your eyes

i phone, to tell you,
what i feel now
hello, my love,
its me, happiness

hello, hello, it is me picasso
i gave you a call, and i am tough
but i want you to know
i ask nothing from you

repeat chorus....may become the first pop single i ever buy.

probably won't be as funny without the video. what's a linden tree?

 

[Shay HT]

i've since lost it, was very funny, they're gone fly over and shoot, stab, beat me down etc. I sent them a map to the house..... still waiting for them to arrive, hahahaha

Wait, you got a death threat, too? I posted the little 'note of caution' they sent for me on this very thread. If you got one, too...this, I gotta see.

 

[Eddie Gorilla]

Parents don't care,
Mom and Dad don't care,
They just care 'bout their lives
And shit like that, and their friends.

- "Parents Don't Care" - OnOff

Seriously, they're a fuckin goldmine when it comes to bad lyrics


Sucker love, a box I choose,
No other box I choose to use,
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse

- Every You, Every Me by Placebo

 

[One of us]

Don't diss the rapture rap. Mercurys and Subaru? Subaru as a plural? That's pop genius, that is.

But this isn't:

"I'm sorry that I doubted you
I was so unfair
you were in a car crash
And you lost your hair"

 

[Skink]

Someone left my cake out in the rain
I don't think I can make it
It took so long to bake it
I'll never find the recipe again

 

[jane]

i've since lost it, was very funny, they're gone fly over and shoot, stab, beat me down etc. I sent them a map to the house..... still waiting for them to arrive, hahahaha

Oooooh, I hope you find it!

Or that they turn up. That'd be brilliant. Folks like them don't drop grudges easily.

You know: once a shit-talker, always a shit-talker. In the world they live in, there is no crime worse than that. It's a mortal sin, worse than skipping mass or stealing from your granny. Or even skipping mass to steal from your granny: worse even than that.