Sung to the tune of "I Love a Parade." (Note: the french word for paper is papier, prounced "pop yay." ) These lyrics come from my SIP, or "Shameless Inner Poet."
I love a bidet.
It cleans up my ass
Much better than grass
Or even papier.
I love a bidet.
It cleans up my poo,
Dingleberries too,
Hip, Hip Horray!
I have no brown streaks on my underwear.
And I don't smell worse than a grizzly bear.
My wife doesn't run screaming from the bed.
And she doesn't barf while she's giving me head.
The dogs to not sniff my butt all day long.
And that is why I'm singing this song:
Oh, I love a bidet.
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the wall
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
And how we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here
While My Guitar gently Weeps
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps.
I don't know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps.
I don't…
And I don't worry about nothing, no
'cause worrying's a waste of my time
Guns n' Roses - Mr. Brownstone
Positively 4th Street
Bob Dylan
You've got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinnin'
You've got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that's winnin'
You say I let you down, ya know its not like that
If you're so hurt, why then don't you show it?
You say you've lost your faith, but that's not where its at
You have no faith to lose, and ya know it
I know the reason, that you talked behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you're in with
Do you take me for such a fool, to think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin with?
You see me on the street, you always act surprised
You say "how are you?", "good luck", but ya don't mean it
When you know as well as me, you'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once and scream it
No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I'd rob them
And tho I know you're dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don't you understand, its not my problem?
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you
Songwriter: Bob Dylan
Positively 4th Street lyrics © Audiam, Inc
This always makes me smile:
(From the musical Fiddler on the Roof)
If I were a rich man,
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard,
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
If I were a biddy-biddy rich,
Daidle deedle daidle daidle man
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town,
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up
And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese
And ducks for the town to see and hear,
Squawking just as noisily as they can,
And each loud
"pa-pa-geeee! pa-pa-gaack! pa-pa-geeee! pa-pa-gaack!"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
As if to say, "Here lives a wealthy man."
Oy!
If I were a rich man,
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard,
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
If I were a biddy-biddy rich,
Daidle deedle daidle daidle man.
I see my wife, my Golde,
Looking like a rich man's wife,
With a proper double chin,
Supervising meals to her heart's delight.
I see her putting on airs
And strutting like a peacock,
Oy! What a happy mood she's in,
Screaming at the servants day and night.
The fortunes of fables are able
To sing the song
Now witness the quickness with which
We get along
To sing the blues you've got to live the dues
And carry on
--CSYN
I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees
--Foo Fighters
Now the reason we're here
As man and woman
Is to love each other
Take care of each other
When love walks in the room
Everybody stand up
Oh it's good, good, good
Like Brigitte Bardot
Now look at the people
In the streets, in the bars
We are all of us in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars
Look round the room
Life is unkind
We fall but we keep gettin' up
Over and over and over and over and over and over
Me and you, every night, every day
We'll be together always this way
Your eyes are blue like the heavens above
Talk to me darlin' with a message of love
Now the reason we're here
Every man, every woman
Is to help each other
Stand by each other
When love walks in the room
Everybody stand up
Oh it's good, good good
Say i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you
Talk to me darlin'
--The Pretenders
Drive
Incubus
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear
Take the wheel and steer
It's driven me before
And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal
But lately I am beginning to find
That I should be the one behind the wheel
Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes
Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there, I'll be there
So if I decide to waiver my chance
To be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine
And hold my own and drive?
It's driven me before
And it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around
But lately I am beginning to find
That when I drive myself my light is found
So…
Pretty much the entire song "Right Where It Belongs", by Nine Inch Nails. To this day, sends chills down my spine.
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags with the language that
He used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't
Refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to
Lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to
Conceal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Just like a rolling stone?
Songwriter - Bob Dylan
Like a Rolling Stone
Lots of MEN I notice! I love me some male rockers...but I gotta give props to these females
"I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary, Average-Everyday-Sane-Psycho Super goddess" Liz Phair
"There's only one good answer to these questions, pointing me in a crooked line and the less I seek my source for some definitive, closer I am to fine." Indigo Girls
"You push me, when I don't appreciate. You push me, not to lie and not to hate. You push, me better version of myself, you push me, only you and no one else" Madonna
"Yes, my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not
Tryin' to rush me good and touch me in the right spot
See other guys that I've had, they tried to play all that mac shit
But every time they tried I said, "That's not it"
But not this man, he's got the right potion
Baby, rub it down and make it smooth like lotion
Yeah, the ritual highway to heaven
From seven to seven he's got me open like Seven Eleven
And yes, it's me that he's always choosin'
With him I'm never losin', and he knows that my name is not Susan
He always has heavy conversation for the mind
Which means a lot to me 'cause good men are hard to find" Salt n' pepa
Just a few!
Pull up to your sterile home
You're drained
Bite the heads off of your kids
Chew them well
They taste like you
Just slam the door
"Well Paid Scientist", the Dead Kennedys
Great lyric delivered with the venom of a radioactive mutant wasp by Mr. Biafra.
One of my favorites:
This Love Is Real
© John Prine and Lee Clayton
I can taste your lipstick in the wine
I can feel your heartbeat close to mine
With your love wrapped around me
I'm silent and still
I know that this love is real
I have tasted other lips I thought were true
I have looked into the eyes I thought were you
Now touching just to touch
And feeling just to feel
I know that this love is real
Someone should tell our dreams when love is gone
While still in slumber memories linger on
Sometimes I lie awake in bed till dawn
Thinking of you
Now you're gone
Tender is the heart that sleeps in rest
Tender is the hope of tenderness
Love thy neighbor as thyself
And thou shall not steal
I know that this love is real
Love thy neighbor as thyself
And thou shall not steal
I know that this love is real.
"one of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces" ;One of these days, from Pink Floyd.
"That's all there is, nothing more than you can feel now, that's all there is" - World in my eyes-Depeche Mode
"But you'll never see the end of the road while you're traveling with me" - Don't dream it's over - Crowded House
"The spider man is always hungry" -Lullaby - The Cure
"Good Time"
Time was once just a clock to me
And life was just a book a biography
Success was something you just had to be
And I would spend myself unknowingly
And you know that I could have me a million more friends
And all I'd have to lose is my point of view
But I had no idea what a good time would cost
Till last night when I sat and talked with you
An apple will spoil if it's been abused
A candle disappears when its been used
A rainbow may follow up a hurricane
And I can't leave forever on a train
And you know that I'd survive if I never spoke again
And all I'd have to lose is my vanity
But I had no idea what a good time would cost
Till last night when you sat and talked with me
You can smile for the lack of something else to do
And no one will laugh and point a finger at you
If your tears didn't always make me feel so bad
Would you still cry every time that you felt sad?
I thought I'd heard and seen enough to get along
Till you said something neither of us knew
And I had no idea what a good time would cost
Till last night when I sat and talked with you
Songwriters: John Prine
soooo many...
"Sometimes quiet is violent' 21 pilots
"The trick is to keep breathing' Garbage
"It won't give up it wants me dead
(god damn this noise inside my head)"NiN
'I threw you the obvious
to see if there's more behind
the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy..
Well, Oh well.
Apparently nothing.
Apparently nothing at all." A Perfect Circle
I could keep at this for days...
Motorhead
"Till The End"
Don't tell me what to do my friend
You'll break more hearts than you can mend
I know myself like no one else
Nothing to defend
My life is full of good advice
And you don't have to tell me twice
Living here in paradise
No rules that I should bend
In my years my life has changed
I can't turn back the time
I can tell you just what made me change
All I know is who I am
I'll never let you down
The last one you can trust until the end
There ain't no rules to follow
You can't predict tomorrow
I know just who my friends are
The rest can turn to stone
Your memories are yours alone
They're yours until your dust and bones
I know the things I'm looking for
I know just what I want
In my life the times have changed
I'm still the man I was
I don't want to hear your fairy tales
All I know is who I am
I'll never let you down
The last one you can trust until the end
Until the end
Go
In your life you'll be amazed at all the love you lose
You can't never live that life again
The one thing you will never lose
Is the singing in your head
That will still be with you until the end
The people who have crippled you, you want to see them burn, the gates of life have closed on you, and there's just no return
Black Sabbath
From which song?
@JurassicT4
Sabbath Bloody Sabbath
@LopezCarlos dam I couldn't guess it. But yeah I have that song, it's awesome of course.
Well you didn't wake up this morning 'cause you didn't go to bed
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red
The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off
You've been reading some old letters
You smile and think how much you've changed
All the money in the world couldn't buy back those days
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky
This is the day your life will surely change
This is the day when things fall into place
'This Is The Day' - The The
Vinnie Paz
"Is Happiness Just A Word?"
(feat. Yes Alexander)
Run (Go ahead and)
Run (Go ahead and)
Run (Go ahead and)
[Yes Alexander:]
Darkness comes beneath the dying stars
With all the blood and scars
My mouth will hunt you
With fear - I appear
Nothing will stop me
You crave the creature in me
Shattered, I will capture you
So run
[Vinnie Paz:]
My family don't understand what I go through
Under diagnosed for 20 years, ain't never broke through
You ever been in such a fog you don't know you?
Never being able to do the shit you're supposed to?
I wouldn't wish it on anyone that I'm close to
Wouldn't wish it on anybody that I'm opposed to
There's not an accurate diagnosis to show you
Basic neurobiology isn't close to it
I'm watching life as a spectator
I can't help myself, even though I possessed data
It's not a part of my spirit to want to test nature
You think you know what I'm feeling, cousin, then let's wager
I'm having trouble retaining new information
Familiar scenes starting to look foreign- derealization
Everybody tired of being patient
Mama wondering why her baby crying in the basement
Constant rumination just exacerbates it
To the point where I can't even barely narrate it
I've had doctors tell me that my mind is fascinating
But they can't tell me why the sickness has been activated
[Yes Alexander:]
Darkness comes beneath the dying stars
With all the blood and scars
My mouth will hunt you
With fear - I appear
Nothing will stop me
You crave the creature in me
Shattered, I will capture you
So run
[Vinnie Paz:]
My head don't work, the meds don't work
But I don't want to be dead, dead don't work
Sleep's the cousin of death, the bed don't work
Maybe I'd rather be dead; dead don't hurt
Realization of an inherent emptiness
Maybe that's another sin for the pessimist
Possibly I am a jinn with a exorcist
I've fallen because I've been on the precipice
Maybe it's my mama's possible regret
Maybe it's a neurological neglect
Maybe it's the reason why water's wet
The angular gyrus and where the frontal lobe connect
But maybe I'm being too complicated for you
Maybe I should just be calm and explain it to you
The psychiatrist thinking they could fool you
Paxil, Zoloft, it's just wasteful to you
I've tried meditation, tried to sit in silence
But how the fuck that help a neurochemical imbalance?
Why would you tell a person that they were childish
Without an understanding of the pain that they surround in?
I always feel foggy somatic detatchment
It's like my body isn't connected to actions
It destroys everything that's affected the fragments
I don't have nothing but senses and sadness
[Yes Alexander:]
Darkness comes beneath the stars
With all the blood and all the scars
Nothing will stop me
You crave the creature inside
Darkness comes beneath the dying stars
With all the blood and scars
My mouth will hunt you
With fear - I appear
Nothing will stop me
You crave the creature in me
Shattered, I will capture you
So run
Run...
The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter
Is that his name wasn't Henry Porter
Bob Dylan
“Brownsville Girl”