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Your Favorite Lyrics in Rock/Popular Music

The-Joker

The-Joker

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Hey guys, lets light up another virtual drough and get philosophical and have another enduring discussion involving our musical tastes. (I know this is the 3rd music thread I've made this month, get over it)

I've never been much of a lyrics person, but I started paying attention recently and there is really some Grade A lyricism out there.

I'm interested does anyone like an artist purely (or mostly) for their lyrics?

I'll start out with one of my lyrical favorites-- Friday by Rebecca Black

7am, waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal (pronounced sir-e-ole)
Seein’ everything, the time is goin’
Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)

I mean thats lyrical genius, my friends. So good even Bob Dylan "Peter, Paul, and Mary"'d that bitch.

All kidding aside, a track on Rise Against album "Endgame". Has really moving lyrics regarding the gay suicide problem, entitled "Make it Stop". I would say as far as lyricists go Rise Against is my favorite, so I may be biased

What God would damn a heart?
And what God drove us apart?

What God could make it stop?
Let this end.
Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,
Woah, woah.

From a nation under God,
I feel it's love like a cattle prod.
Born free, but still they hate.
Born me, no I can't change.

Make it stop,
Let this end.
This life chose me, I'm not lost in sin.
But proud I stand of who I am,
I plan to go on living.



I would say the message of this song is like Lady Gaga's "Born This Way" only it holds more integrity, because Rise Against isn't a 30 year old fetus.
 
Guns and Roses
Anything Goes

I been thinking bout'
Thinking bout' sex
Always hungry for something
That I haven't had yet
Well maybe baby you got something to lose
Well I got something, I got something for you

My way - your way
Anything goes tonight
My way - your way
Anything goes to...

Panties 'round your knees
With your *** in the breeze
Doing that grind with a push and squeeze
Tied up, tied down, up against the wall
Be my rubber made baby
And we can do it all

My way - your way
Anything goes tonight

Say anything goes tonight
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What? It has a great beat.
 
Hey little cookie take a walk my way
I like to hear what you have to say
You know the truth and your so put together
Baby I could stick you on the lip of forever
Even a volcano has a price to pay

What kinda creature do we have here
It feels like love but it smells like fear
Look in the mirror baby what do you dream
Look at it harder now and you start to scream
We finding out what drives your machine
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Not necessarily my favorite, but I like them especially with the delivery and music. See:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AGEGY3WHhQo
 
I felt a rush like a rolling bolt of thunder
Spinnin' my head around and taking my body under.
Oh, what a night!


Just the chorus... the rest of the song is ok, but you can't beat the chorus.
 
Great call with Springsteen's TR. I'd add a ton more of his too.

Some more...

Guns 'N' Roses: Rocket Queen, Estranged
U2: Miracle Drug, All I Want is You and a ton more...hell, just about every song.
NWA: She Swallowed It, Findum, ****um, and Flee; Automobile, I'd Rather **** You
 
Bloodhound Gang - A Lap Dance is So Much Better when the Stripper is Crying

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love. It had been a
while. In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this
hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops. Well, that night I lost myself
to ruby red lips, milky white skin and baby blue eyes. Name was Russell.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave", this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin', ‘cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer." Well she smiled,
had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern, and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask as I do my little kooky dance. And
then she told me to shush. I guess she could sense my desperation. ‘Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true. So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ is jackhammering
Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on
Santa Claus's tummy-tum?" Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.
Got to nail her back at her trailer. Heh. That rhymes. I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby
formula.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin and slid on into The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop.
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of "Throb", when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton. Well, my heart just dropped.
So, I decided to do what any good Christian would. You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice and polish the
one-eyed gopher when your doin' seventy-five in an eighteen-wheeler. I never thought missing children could be so sexy. Did I say that out loud?

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
 
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