song lyrics that have changed your life,

[Agamemnon]

Uriah Heep - Circus

Walkin' around this concrete garden

Viewing all in vain

Thinking why a dream

Is driving everyone insane

Then something will come

And make you feel

The master in control

Still you're picking up

And screwing anyone

Who's got a soul

I've been here

Far too long to remember

Sights and sounds

From this town of clowns

Makin' up, dressin' up

Walkin' around

Thinkin' that you're Greta Garbos

I'm sorry my dears

But we only sat down

And laughed and laughed in sorrow

But it was you

That opened the door

And it's that we thank you for

Everyone insane ...

Everyone’s insane...

This one was meaningful to me when I was young as it opened my eyes to the small conservative town I was living in where people got married young and "settled in " to the accepted straight lifestyle inculcated in their narrow upbringing. Broke free physically and spiritually and I aint never going back to that mindspace again!!

Edited July 21, 2006 by Agamemnon

[fatfreddiescat]

who likes frank zappa ????

At last....

I LOVE FRANK !

Always had, since heard "Zoot Allures" on the crappy radio, back in ..1976 or something.

Managed to get nearly all (well nearly) of his albums, even thou, mind yoy, in communist times

(poland) they've not been an easy prey (and he was a prolific dude, lol ).

I think he played very important role in my life - in many aspects.

He's always been (and I gues still is) a kinda ofa "role model" for me.

He was a true genius, I've no doubts about it. So sad he died so early...

While he was dyin of cancer, the last record he made (in solitude of the

"Utility Muffin Research Kitchen" - his basement studio) was named "Everything Is Healing Nicely"...

Yeah, I could rant about it forever, but let's stick to the topic.

Many lyrics of Frank have influencd my life. A funny one is, that basically since I hated school

and always thought of it as a total waste of time I was learning english by translating songs -

mainly Frank's. When I went "west" (England) somewhwre about 1984, I got to live in a squat

in London with a memorable wild irish-scottish bunch. Pretty soon they declared me A MASTER OF FOUL

TONGUE, and at that time I wasn't quite sure why... (took it as a compliment anyway)

Well, now I know.

Fuck yourself with a rubber hose

Stick it in your mouth and down your throat

Up your nose and in your heinie hole

I don't care where it goes

And it don't matter if you're straight or gay

You should fuck yourself anyway

Now, you don't have to listen to a word I say

But I know you, you'll be humpin' away

Fuck yourself with your neighbor's nose

If you can't use that, use a 10-foot pole

Stick it up your ass and go for a stroll

Everyone will know you've been to this show

If you can't take, eat my stool

Masturbate with some crazy glue

I don't care what you do

Fock yourself with a garden tool

Fuck yourself with politics

Ahh they're full of fuckin' fuckin' shit

I mean you know we've been lied to ever since we were born

It's amazing that we've been getting fucked that long

Fuck yourself with the world wide web

Man you could ride that sucker right from your bed

You may even meet a Tom, Dick, Jane or Billy

Then grab onto your modem and fuck yourself silly

Fuck yourself with your heart and soul

Give it everything you got, hey I'm talkin' to you

If you can't even fuck yourself,

How ya gonna fuck somebody else?

Fuck yourself with my microphone

I'll give it to you later when we're all alone

We can turn it up loud

And see if you come, but

Don't get your jizz on my microphone

Fuck yourself with organized religion

Now that is some seriously sinnin' business

If the Lord sees their pathetic crimes

He'll be fuckin' them 'til the end of time

And can someone explain to me this racist crap

I know it isn't white, but it isn't black

And to all you people who only see things your way

Well, you can suck my dick and take all day

Fuck your nose with a pound of blow

Watch your money get up and go

but when you burnt your brain and you say

I don't know!

I hate to tell you but I told you so

Fuck yourself with this grunge rock noise

I mean, stuff those albums in your groin

They come down on me because I know how to play -

Hey... fuck you!

Fuck yourself with a copy of Rolling Stone

Or are they too holy for your holiest of holes

Now those people think they're holier than Moses

But aren't they just a bunch of fuckin' posers

Fuck yourself with your mother's jewelry

I won't tell, I ain't a stooly

If you pounce hard enough you'll cough up a ruby

Your blood will be rich and so will your doodie

Fuck yourself with the latest fashion

With your spikes and your hair and those cute little buttons

And if you happen to have some leather and lace

Fuck yourself 'til you're blue in the face

Fuck yourself with your income tax

They're fucking you and that's a fact

Before you know it your money's all spent

And you've just been fucked by the government

Fuck yourself with your lawyer friend

You're the only one that's getting fucked in the end

I have been so fucked by legal bills

that my asshole is the size of Beverly Hills

Fuck yourself with your full-length sweater

With your minks and your diamonds and your Irish Setter

With your cash and your trash and your sinks and your drinks

Just fuck yourself 'til you can't even think

Those of you who enjoy this song

thank you thank you, I love you

Let's get it on

But for those of you who are totally outraged

Fuck yourself with your face

(This jewel comes actually from Stevie Vai "Flex-Able Leftovers" album,

the song is tithed, yup, you've got it "FUCK YOURSELF").

I wonder, will I get moderated on my firt post in this noble forum ???

But on the more serious side, his lyrics migh have changed my life, while his MUSIC

actually have saved it. Well, to make long story short - during the martial law (81-83)

MELF got a nasty habit of shooting up with some sort of bitter brownish water, somehow

could't stop, and basically realised the so called LIFE was not worth living.

That's how silly he was, poor bastard. Then he heard Frank's 3 LP album called

"Shut Up'n Play Yer Guitar" and soon realised that after all he might be WRRRONG !

It was pure magic.

A bit pathetic ? Well, maybe. He was squeeky clean within few months.

The rest is a history, so to speak. Funnily enough there is NO LYRICS from this

album I could quote here, as it's pure guitar mangling stuff - better than words sometimes.

"MUSIC IS THE BEST" (F.Z.)

Kind regards

F.

[gomaos]

another FZ fan here...

have been into his music since 1970, "hot rats" was one of my first albums ever (after "crown of creation" by jefferson airplane, pink floyd's "a saucerful of secrets" and a few years before that, "8 days a week" by the beatles.

Actually, my "soulseek"-name is :"Frankzappa123"

like timothy leary, Zappa died too early because of prostate cancer.

What a wicked evil disease.

Wonder if there's any escasping it...

my favourite zappa albums:

"burnt weeny sandwich"

"we're only in it for the money"

"uncle meat (includes "king kong variations")

"thing fish"

some lyrics fromsomeone else that influenced my life:

"God is dead and no-one cares,

if there is a hell I see you there"

"...don't you tell me how to feel...."

Trent reznor

that's all that comes to mind right now perhaps more later

I'm actually quite a goth really

Edited July 21, 2006 by gomaos

[fatfreddiescat]

(...)like timothy leary, Zappa died too early because of prostate cancer.

What a wicked evil disease.

Wonder if there's any escasping it...(...)

Actually, as MOST types of cancer, prostate cancer is cureable IF diagnosed early

enough. From what I've heard, the thing with Frank was, that despite his wife Gail's

suggestions, Zappa resisted taking pretty straight forward test (it's a blood test if

I remember well) that lets you diagnose it YEARS before it's really dangerous.

Not to mention, they say that every male over 50 should have check done once a year,

which in simplest form is just a urologist stiking rubber-gloved finger up your arse -

certainly the thought Frank haven't fancied much.

So in his case once he got diagnosed, it was way too late to do a thing - he died

18 months later.

He will not be forgotten.

R.I.P.

FFC

[Maturin]

Nine Inch Nails, "Beside You In Time"

I am all alone this time around

Sometimes on the side I hear a sound

Places parallel I know it's you

Feel the little pieces bleeding through

[Chorus:]

And on (And on)

This goes on (And on)

And on (And on)

And on (And on)

And on (And on)

And on (And on)

And on (And on)

And on (And on)

And on (And on)

This goes on (And on)

And on (And on)

And on (And on)

And on (And on)

And on (And on)

And on (And on)

And on (And on)

And on

Now that I've decided not to stay

I can feel me start to fade away

Everything is back where it belongs

I will be beside you before long

[Chorus]

[x2]

Oooh we will never die

Oooh Beside you in time

[IndigoNative]

thought ide post sum lyrics that have ment a little something to me along my journey in life

there pretty common songs but powerful none the less

By System of a down

Science

Making two possibilities a reality,

Predicting the future of things we all know,

Fighting off the diseased programming

Of centuries, centuries, centuries, centuries.

Science fails to recognize the single most

Potent element of human existence

letting the reigns go to the unfolding

Is faith, faith, faith, faith.

Science has failed our world

Science has failed our Mother Earth.

Science fails to recognize the single most

Potent element of human existence

letting the reigns go to the unfolding

Is faith, faith, faith, faith.

Science has failed our world

Science has failed our Mother Earth.

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things,

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things.

letting the reigns go to the unfolding

Is faith, faith, faith, faith

letting the reigns go to the unfolding

Is faith, faith, faith, faith.

Science has failed our world

Science has failed our Mother Earth.

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things,

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things,

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Spirit-moves-through-all-things

Science has failed our Mother Earth.

Aerials

Life is a waterfall,

We're one in the river,

And one again after the fall.

Swimming through the void

We hear the word,

We lost ourselves,

But we find it all?

Cause we are the ones that want to play,

Always want to go,

But you never want to stay,

And we are the ones that want to chose,

Always want to play,

But you never want to lose.

Aerials, in the sky,

When you lose small mind,

You free your life.

Life is a waterfall,

We drink from the river,

Then we turn around and put up our walls.

Swimming through the void

We hear the word,

We lost ourselves,

But we find it all?

Cause we are the ones that want to play,

Always want to go,

But you never want to stay,

And we are the ones that want to chose,

Always want to play,

But you never want to lose.

Aerials, in the sky,

When you lose small mind,

You free your life.

Aerials, so up high,

When you free your eyes,

Eternal prize.

Aerials, in the sky,

When you lose small mind,

You free your life.

Aerials, so up high,

When you free your eyes,

Eternal prize.

2pac

section of Only God can Judge Me

I hear the doctor standing over me [heart monitor: beeping slowly]

screamin I can make it

Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked

Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV

Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops]

I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies

I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets

I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce

How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here

Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

Try to remember, but it hurts

I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt

I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward

There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power

is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state

And our fate, is a lifetime of hate

Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace

Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat

No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped

And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped

Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's

a million motherfuckers stressin just like me

Only God can judge me

portions from the song Blasphemy

Promised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right

Dear Lord don't let me die tonite

I got words for my comrades, listen and learn

Ain't nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt

We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin

Everybody kissin ass to go to heaven ain't goin

Put my soul on it, I'm fightin devil niggaz daily

Plus the media be crucifying brothers severly

Tell me I ain't God's son, nigga mom a virgin

We got addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day

They say Moses split the Red Sea

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one, I'm deadly -- Babylon beware

Comin from the Pharoahe's kids, retaliation

Makin legends off the shit we did, still bullshittin

Niggaz in Jerusalem, waitin for signs

God promised, she's just takin her time, haha

Living by the Nile while the water flows

I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go

Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected

It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit)

And I remember what my papa told me

Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy

2pac's Changes is a inspiring insightful song for all into the hearts and minds of the black man in his modern condition and this song was quite inspiring for me as a teenager

"Changes"

[1]

Come on come on

I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself

is life worth living should I blast myself?

I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black

my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro

pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero

Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares

one less hungry mouth on the welfare

First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers

give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other

It's time to fight back that's what Huey said

2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead

I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere

unless we share with each other

We gotta start makin' changes

learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers

and that's how it's supposed to be

How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?

I'd love to go back to when we played as kids

but things changed, and that's the way it is

[bridge w/ changing ad libs]

Come on come on

That's just the way it is

Things'll never be the same

That's just the way it is

aww yeah

[Repeat]

[2]

I see no changes all I see is racist faces

misplaced hate makes disgrace to races

We under I wonder what it takes to make this

one better place, let's erase the wasted

Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right

'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight

and only time we chill is when we kill each other

it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And although it seems heaven sent

We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh

It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact

the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks

But some things will never change

try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game

Now tell me what's a mother to do

bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you

You gotta operate the easy way

"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way

sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"

Well hey, well that's the way it is

[bridge]

[Talking:]

We gotta make a change...

It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.

Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live

and let's change the way we treat each other.

You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do

what we gotta do, to survive.

[3]

And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace

It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East

Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs

so the police can bother me

And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do

But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you

Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,

crack you up and pimp slap you up

You gotta learn to hold ya own

they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone

But tell the cops they can't touch this

I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this

That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool

my mama didn't raise no fool

And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped

& I never get to lay back

'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs

some buck that I roughed up way back

comin' back after all these years

rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

Kashmir

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream

I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been

To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen

They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear

But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear

Oh, oh.

Oh, I been flying... mama, there aint no denyin

Ive been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground

And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land

Trying to find, trying to find where Ive been.

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream

Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream

My shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return again

Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin through kashmir.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years

With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear

Ohh.

When Im on, when Im on my way, yeah

When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down...

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down

Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

Let me take you there. let me take you there

[mycomorphosis]

(This jewel comes actually from Stevie Vai "Flex-Able Leftovers" album,

the song is tithed, yup, you've got it "FUCK YOURSELF").

Ahahahahahaha!

When I realised those lyrics came from a Steve Vai song, I just had to hear it. What a classic! Vai is such a lunatic.

[hairyplant]

Not changed my life, but do sum up the way I feel:

Within You and With Out You

The Beatles/George Harrison:

We were talking-about the space between us all

And the people-who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion

Never glimpse the truth-then it's far too late-when they pass away.

We were talking-about the love we all could share-when we find it

To try our best to hold it there-with our love

With our love-we could save the world-if they only knew.

Try to realise it's all within yourself

No-one else can make you change

And to see you're really only very small,

And life flows ON within you and without you.

We were talking-about the love that's gone so cold and the people,

Who gain the world and lose their soul-

They don't know-they can't see-are you one of them?

When you've seen beyond yourself-then you may find, peace of mind,

Is waiting there-

And the time will come when you see

we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you...

El Condor Pasa

Simon and Garfunkel adaptation:

I would rather be I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail

Yes I would, if I could, I surely would,

I'd rather be a hammer than a nail

Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would,

Away, I'd rather sail away

Like a swan that's here and gone

A man gets tied up to the ground

He gives the world its saddest sound

Its saddest sound

I'D RATHER BE A FOREST THAN A STREET

Yes I would, if I could, I surely would

I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet

Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would

Concrete Jungle

Bob Marley:

No sun will shine in my day today;

The high yellow moon wont come out to play:

I said (darkness) darkness has covered my light,

and has changed my day into night, yeah.

Where is the love to be found?

Wont someone tell me?

cause the sweet life must be somewhere to be found

Instead of concrete jungle,

Where the living is harder

Concrete jungle,

Man you got to do your best, yeah.

No chains around my feet,

But Im not free,

I know I am bounded in captivity;

Ive never known happiness;

Ive never known what sweet caress is -

Still, Ill be always laughing like a clown;

Wont someone help me? cause I (sweet life) -

Ive got to pick myself from off the ground

In this a concrete jungle,

I said, what do you cry for me now,

Concrete jungle (la la-la!), ah, wont you let me be, now.

I said that life (sweet life) - it must be somewhere to be found

Oh, instead: concrete jungle, collusion,

Confusion (confusion). eh!

Powerful stuff to me!

[SaBReT00tH]

Madonna - La Isla Bonita

'Last night I dreamt of San Pedro

Just like I'd never gone, I knew the song

A young girl with eyes like the desert

It all seems like yesterday, not far away'

'I fell in love with San Pedro

Warm wind carried on the sea, he called to me

Te dijo te amo

I prayed that the days would last

They went so fast'

It seriously makes me laugh hard everytime I hear Madonna singing about falling in love with San Pedro with such grace hahaha.

Edited August 3, 2006 by SaBReT00tH

[Agamemnon]

Jackson Browne - Lives in the Balance

Ive been waiting for something to happen

For a week or a month or a year

With the blood in the ink of the headlines

And the sound of the crowd in my ear

You might ask what it takes to remember

When you know that youve seen it before

Where a government lies to a people

And a country is drifting to war

And theres a shadow on the faces

Of the men who send the guns

To the wars that are fought in places

Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the t.v.

You hear one thing again and again

How the u.s.a. stands for freedom

And we come to the aid of a friend

But who are the ones that we call our friends--

These governments killing their own?

Or the people who finally cant take any more

And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone

There are lives in the balance

There are people under fire

There are children at the cannons

And there is blood on the wire

Theres a shadow on the faces

Of the men who fan the flames

Of the wars that are fought in places

Where we cant even say the names

They sell us the president the same way

They sell us our clothes and our cars

They sell us every thing from youth to religion

The same time they sell us our wars

I want to know who the men in the shadows are

I want to hear somebody asking them why

They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are

But theyre never the ones to fight or to die

And there are lives in the balance

There are people under fire

There are children at the cannons

And there is blood on the wire

This song was significant to me in awakening my political activism. It encapsulates nicely the control mechanisms that the power elite use to make their citizenry comply with the directives of multinationals and wars of empire buliders and religious idealogues. You can apply this quite nicely to the current crisis in Lebanon/Israel/Gaza.........

[stonewolf]

Against Me - Reinventing Axl Rose

We want a band that plays loud and hard every night

That doesn't care how many people are counted at the door

That would travel one million miles

and ask for nothing more than a plate of food and a place to rest

They'd strike chords that cut like a knife

It would mean so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub

They'd stop at nothing short of a massacre

Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world

And this was where they always belonged

We would dance like no one was watching

With one fist in the air

Our arena just basements

and bookstores across an underground America

With this fire we could light

Just gimme a scene where the music is free

And the beer is not the life of the party

There's no need to shit talk or impress

'Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon

And every promise that's made and bragged

is meant if not kept

We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why

Beyond a gender, race, and class,

we could find what really holds us back

Let's make everybody sing

That they are the beginning and ending of everything

That we all are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear

[Amulte]

not quiet a song yet, tho i plan on putting it to music...

Howl

For Carl Solomon

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by

madness, starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn

looking for an angry fix,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly

connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-

ery of night,

who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat

up smoking in the supernatural darkness of

cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities

contemplating jazz,

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and

saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene-

ment roofs illuminated,

who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes

hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy

among the scholars of war,

who were expelled from the academies for crazy &

publishing obscene odes on the windows of the

skull,

who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn-

ing their money in wastebaskets and listening

to the Terror through the wall,

who got busted in their pubic beards returning through

Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,

who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in

Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their

torsos night after night

with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al-

cohol and cock and endless balls,

incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and

lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of

Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo-

tionless world of Time between,

Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery

dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops,

storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon

blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree

vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brook-

lyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,

who chained themselves to subways for the endless

ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine

until the noise of wheels and children brought

them down shuddering mouth-wracked and

battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance

in the drear light of Zoo,

who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's

floated out and sat through the stale beer after

noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack

of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,

who talked continuously seventy hours from park to

pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brook-

lyn Bridge,

lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping

down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills

off Empire State out of the moon,

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts

and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks

and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,

whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days

and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the

Synagogue cast on the pavement,

who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a

trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic

City Hall,

suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grind-

ings and migraines of China under junk-with-

drawal in Newark's bleak furnished room,

who wandered around and around at midnight in the

railroad yard wondering where to go, and went,

leaving no broken hearts,

who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing

through snow toward lonesome farms in grand-

father night,

who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telep-

athy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos in-

stinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,

who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking vis-

ionary indian angels who were visionary indian

angels,

who thought they were only mad when Baltimore

gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Okla-

homa on the impulse of winter midnight street

light smalltown rain,

who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston

seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the

brilliant Spaniard to converse about America

and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship

to Africa,

who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving

behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees

and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fire

place Chicago,

who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the

F.B.I. in beards and shorts with big pacifist

eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incom-

prehensible leaflets,

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting

the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,

who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union

Square weeping and undressing while the sirens

of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed

down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also

wailed,

who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked

and trembling before the machinery of other

skeletons,

who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight

in policecars for committing no crime but their

own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,

who howled on their knees in the subway and were

dragged off the roof waving genitals and manu-

scripts,

who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly

motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,

who blew and were blown by those human seraphim,

the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean

love,

who balled in the morning in the evenings in rose

gardens and the grass of public parks and

cemeteries scattering their semen freely to

whomever come who may,

who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up

with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath

when the blond & naked angel came to pierce

them with a sword,

who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate

the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar

the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb

and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but

sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden

threads of the craftsman's loom,

who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of

beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a can-

dle and fell off the bed, and continued along

the floor and down the hall and ended fainting

on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and

come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,

who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling

in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning

but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sun

rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked

in the lake,

who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad

stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these

poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy

to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls

in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses'

rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with

gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely pet-

icoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station

solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,

who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in

dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and

picked themselves up out of basements hung

over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third

Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemploy-

ment offices,

who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on

the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the

East River to open to a room full of steamheat

and opium,

who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment

cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime

blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall

be crowned with laurel in oblivion,

who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested

the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of

Bowery,

who wept at the romance of the streets with their

pushcarts full of onions and bad music,

who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the

bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in

their lofts,

who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned

with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded

by orange crates of theology,

who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty

incantations which in the yellow morning were

stanzas of gibberish,

who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht

& tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable

kingdom,

who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for

an egg,

who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot

for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks

fell on their heads every day for the next decade,

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccess-

fully, gave up and were forced to open antique

stores where they thought they were growing

old and cried,

who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits

on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse

& the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments

of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the

fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinis-

ter intelligent editors, or were run down by the

drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,

who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually hap-

pened and walked away unknown and forgotten

into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley

ways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,

who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of

the subway window, jumped in the filthy Pas-

saic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street,

danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed

phonograph records of nostalgic European

1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and

threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans

in their ears and the blast of colossal steam

whistles,

who barreled down the highways of the past journeying

to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude

watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,

who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out

if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had

a vision to find out Eternity,

who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who

came back to Denver & waited in vain, who

watched over Denver & brooded & loned in

Denver and finally went away to find out the

Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,

who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying

for each other's salvation and light and breasts,

until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,

who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for

impossible criminals with golden heads and the

charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet

blues to Alcatraz,

who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky

Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys

or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or

Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the

daisychain or grave,

who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hyp

notism & were left with their insanity & their

hands & a hung jury,

who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism

and subsequently presented themselves on the

granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads

and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding in-

stantaneous lobotomy,

and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin

Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psycho-

therapy occupational therapy pingpong &

amnesia,

who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic

pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,

returning years later truly bald except for a wig of

blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible mad

man doom of the wards of the madtowns of the

East,

Pilgrim State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid

halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rock-

ing and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench

dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a night-

mare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the

moon,

with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book

flung out of the tenement window, and the last

door closed at 4. A.M. and the last telephone

slammed at the wall in reply and the last fur-

nished room emptied down to the last piece of

mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted

on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that

imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of

hallucination

ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and

now you're really in the total animal soup of

time

and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed

with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use

of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrat-

ing plane,

who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space

through images juxtaposed, and trapped the

archangel of the soul between 2 visual images

and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun

and dash of consciousness together jumping

with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna

Deus

to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human

prose and stand before you speechless and intel-

ligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet con-

fessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm

of thought in his naked and endless head,

the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown,

yet putting down here what might be left to say

in time come after death,

and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in

the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the

suffering of America's naked mind for love into

an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone

cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio

with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered

out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand

years.

II

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open

their skulls and ate up their brains and imagi-

nation?

Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unob

tainable dollars! Children screaming under the

stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men

weeping in the parks!

Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the

loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy

judger of men!

Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the

crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of

sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment!

Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stun-

ned governments!

Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose

blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers

are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a canni-

bal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking

tomb!

Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows!

Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long

streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose fac-

tories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose

smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!

Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch

whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch

whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch

whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen!

Moloch whose name is the Mind!

Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream

Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in

Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom

I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch

who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!

Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch!

Light streaming out of the sky!

Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs!

skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic

industries! spectral nations! invincible mad

houses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!

They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pave-

ments, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to

Heaven which exists and is everywhere about

us!

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies!

gone down the American river!

Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole

boatload of sensitive bullshit!

breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions!

gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! De-

spairs! Ten years' animal screams and suicides!

Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on

the rocks of Time!

Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the

wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell!

They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving!

carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the

street!

III

Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland

where you're madder than I am

I'm with you in Rockland

where you must feel very strange

I'm with you in Rockland

where you imitate the shade of my mother

I'm with you in Rockland

where you've murdered your twelve secretaries

I'm with you in Rockland

where you laugh at this invisible humor

I'm with you in Rockland

where we are great writers on the same dreadful

typewriter

I'm with you in Rockland

where your condition has become serious and

is reported on the radio

I'm with you in Rockland

where the faculties of the skull no longer admit

the worms of the senses

I'm with you in Rockland

where you drink the tea of the breasts of the

spinsters of Utica

I'm with you in Rockland

where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the

harpies of the Bronx

I'm with you in Rockland

where you scream in a straightjacket that you're

losing the game of the actual pingpong of the

abyss

I'm with you in Rockland

where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul

is innocent and immortal it should never die

ungodly in an armed madhouse

I'm with you in Rockland

where fifty more shocks will never return your

soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a

cross in the void

I'm with you in Rockland

where you accuse your doctors of insanity and

plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the

fascist national Golgotha

I'm with you in Rockland

where you will split the heavens of Long Island

and resurrect your living human Jesus from the

superhuman tomb

I'm with you in Rockland

where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com-

rades all together singing the final stanzas of

the Internationale

I'm with you in Rockland

where we hug and kiss the United States under

our bedsheets the United States that coughs all

night and won't let us sleep

I'm with you in Rockland

where we wake up electrified out of the coma

by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the

roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the

hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls col-

lapse O skinny legions run outside O starry

spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is

here O victory forget your underwear we're

free

I'm with you in Rockland

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-

journey on the highway across America in tears

to the door of my cottage in the Western night

Allen Ginsberg

[-YT-]

Thought i would post "Flood" by Tool off the Undertow album, its how i felt this past few months, an energy i can connect with

09 flood •

Here comes the water.

All I knew and all I believed

are crumbling images

that no longer comfort me.

I scramble to reach higher ground,

some order and sanity,

or something to comfort me.

So I take what is mine,and hold what is mine,

suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine.

Soon the water will come

and claim what is mine.

I must leave it behind,

and climb to a new place now.

This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.

Thought I was high, and free.

I thought I was there

divine destiny.

I was wrong.

This changes everything.

The water is rising up on me.

Thought the sun would come deliver me,

but the truth has come to punish me instead.

The ground is breaking down right under me.

Cleanse and purge me

in the water.

[botanika]

S.O.D. (2 second song)

Diamonds and Rust

[Slim Pickens]

I know his dad's abusive

And the mum prefers the daughter

And I know has an attention

deficiency disorder

He's culturally excluded

And genetically inbred

But the reason he's a homeboy

Is because He's a dickhead

Tell me why

tell me why

tell me why he's a homeboy

All Homeboys are Dickheads

TISM

Words to remember and live by.

[Amulte]

T.I.S.M = Take It Seriously Mum

love em!

[Slim Pickens]

T.I.S.M = Take It Seriously Mum

love em!

Love em too, but I believe it is This Is Serious MUM

[Maturin]

S.O.D. (2 second song)

Diamonds and Rust

I fuckin' love that band!!

How about "The Ballad of Jimi Hendrix":-

"You're dead!"

And "The Ballad of Michael Hutchence":-

"You're dead!"

And not to mention, "Pussy Whipped", "Pre-Menstrual Princess Blues", "Celtic Frosted Flakes"...etc.

[mescalito]

...and recently and most profoundly for me: Staind:

"It's Been A While"

And it's been awhile

Since I could hold my head up high

And it's been awhile

Since I first saw you

And it's been awhile

Since I could stand on my own two feet again

And it's been awhile

Since I could call you

And everything I can't remember

As fucked up as it all may seem

The consequences that I've rendered

I've stretched myself beyond my means

And it's been awhile

Since I can say that I wasn't addicted

And it's been awhile

Since I can say I love myself as well

And it's been awhile

Since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do

And it's been awhile

But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you

And everything I can't remember

As fucked up as it all may seem

The consequences that I've rendered

I've gone and fucked things up again

Why must I feel this way?

Just make this go away

Just one more peaceful day

And it's been awhile

Since I could look at myself straight

And it's been awhile

Since I said I'm sorry

And it's been awhile

Since I've seen the way the candles light your face

And it's been awhile

But I can still remember just the way you taste

And everything I can't remember

As fucked up as it all may seem to be I know it's me

I cannot blame this on my father

He did the best he could for me

And it's been awhile

Since I could hold my head up high

And it's been awhile

Since I said I'm sorry........

 

Edited September 19, 2006 by mescalito

[psynergy]

Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Sleeps With Angels (the whole album)

this album is amazing lyrically, and musically...

[zlooj]

Orbital - Illuminate

Paint the world anew

Find a way to open all the joy in order to

Illuminate the strain

Fireworks in the blue

B'yond the burstin' endless shine

Show me where the real light is

Buildin' a wall inside

Wall round my heart

Buildin' a wall inside

Yeah

[zlooj]

Pink Floyd - Eclipse

All that you touch

All that you see

All that you taste

All that you feel

All that you love

All that you hate

All you distrust

All that you save

All that you give

All that you deal

All that you buy

beg, borrow or steal

All you create

All you destroy

All that you do

All that you say

All that you eat

everyone you meet

All that you slight

everyone you fight

All that is now

All that is gone

All that's to come

And everything under the sun is in tune

But the sun is eclipsed by the moon...

[zlooj]

Pink Floyd - Breathe

Breathe, breathe in the air

Don't be afraid to care

Leave but don't leave me

Look around and chose your own ground

For long you live and high you fly

And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry

And all you touch and all you see

Is all your life will ever be

Run, run rabbit run

Dig that hole, forget the sun,

And when at last the work is done

Don't sit down it's time to dig another one

For long you live and high you fly

But only if you ride the tide

And balanced on the biggest wave

You race toward an early grave.

[Gollum]

I wouldnt say these lyrics changed my life but they make me think long and hard every time i hear it. I love the line that is in bold. It describes me (and im sure many others) so accuratly.

Inhuman Nature

By SEPULTURA

I!

Poisoned Hearts, Poisoned Minds

Join In Hate

We're Like Machines

Dead, Do Not Create

Sitting Docile

While All around is Rot

We Point Fingers

But Destruction Never Stops

Can You Stop It?

Do You Want To?

We Poison The Planet

Cities Contaminated With Acid Rain

We Poison Our Bodies To Alleviate The Pain

Of What We Do To Each Other

And What's Done To Us

And There Are TV-screens

Sowing The Seeds Of Distrust

Can You Stop It?

Do You Want To?

Can You Stop It?

Do You Want To?

Poisoned Hearts, Poisoned Minds

Join In Hate

We're Like Machines

Dead, Do Not Create

Sitting Docile

While All around is Rot

We Point Fingers

But Destruction Never Stops

Can You Stop It?

Do You Want To?

They Call It Human Nature

But Is This humane?

Hurting Each Other

Then Again And Again

How Can We Look At Ourselves

After What We've Done

Stop Looking Out For Yourself

Look Out For Everyone

Can You Stop It?

Do You Want To?

No!

[incognito]

I dunno about life changing,

but times when i am down it can really pick me up.

Given to Fly-Pearl Jam

He couldve tuned in, tuned in

But he tuned out

A bad time, nothing could save him

Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out

He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles

He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree

The wind rose up, set him down on his knee

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw

Delivered him wings, "Hey, look at me now"

Arms wide open with the sea as his floor

Oh, power, oh

He's.. flying

Whole…

High.. wide, oh

He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share

His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere

But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed

By faceless men, well, fuckers

He still stands

...................

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away

The love he receives is the love that is saved

And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky

A human being that was given to fly

High.. flying

Oh, oh

High.. flying

Oh, oh

He’s…flying

Oh, oh