Micromegas Posted March 11, 2014 The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrowSet to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport of the pharaohA little while later the Pharisees dragged a comb through the meadowDo you remember what they called up to you and me in our window?There is a rusty light on the pines tonightSun pouring wine, lord, or marrowDown into the bones of the birchesAnd the spires of the churchesJutting out from the shadowsThe oak and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrowAnd everything sloped like it was dragged from a ropeIn the mouth of the south belowWe've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and greyWe thought our very hearts would up and melt awayLike that snow in the nighttimeJust goingAnd goingAnd the stirring of wind chimesIn the morningIn the morningHelps me find my way back inFrom the place where I have beenAnd, Emily - I saw you last night by the riverI dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the waterFrowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under foreverIn a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirrorAnyhow - I sat by your side, by the waterYou taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledgerThough all that I knew of the rote universe were those Pleiades loosed in DecemberI promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always rememberThat the meteorite is the source of the lightAnd the meteor's just what we seeAnd the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to theeAnd the meteorite's just what causes the lightAnd the meteor's how it's perceivedAnd the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to theeYou came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I'm inThrew the window wide and cried, "Amen! Amen! Amen!"The whole world stopped to hear you holleringYou looked down and saw now what was happeningThe lines are fading in my kingdomThough I have never known the way to border them inSo the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the henGrope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy penAnd the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from withinThe talk in town's becoming downright sickeningIn due time we will see the far butte lit by a flareI've seen your bravery, and I will follow you thereAnd row through the nighttimeGone healthyGone healthy all of a suddenIn search of a midwifeWho could help meWho could help meHelp me find my way back inThere are worries where I've beenAnd say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be botheredLeave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the waterFlanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaperâ€Emily, they'll follow your lead by the letterAnd I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I knew you betterWhat they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winterLet us go, though we know it's a hopeless endeavorThe ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close foreverThough there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawningThere is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship toward the morningCome on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by nowBlossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plowPeonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bowWith hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up their browAnd everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dourThe butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hoursAnd my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclinesCome on home, now, all my bones are dolorous with vinesPa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonightThe way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of lightSquint skyward and listenLoving him, we move within his bordersJust asterisms in the stars' set orderWhere we could stand for a centuryStaringWith our heads cockedIn the broad daylight at this thingJoyLandlockedIn bodies that don't keepDumbstruck with the sweetness of beingUntil we don't be toldTake thisAnd eat thisToldThe meteorite is the source of the lightAnd the meteor's just what we seeAnd the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to theeAnd the meteorite's just what causes the lightAnd the meteor's how it's perceivedAnd the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Micromegas Posted March 11, 2014 Jedi Mind Tricks... CanibusYoI grab Mics bust the rawTake flight adjust the YawBreak your bicuspid with your own jawMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were bornTechnically you don’t even exist, GodA flick of the wrist, you’ll be goneLost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farmI’m an enigma I rip barsOr burn your star with 5 pointsPlus the mic I ripped thus farI stomp on ya foreheadPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orangeAnd eat the carnageMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC’sIs like eating garbage they make me vomitDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakesWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya faceAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I’m out of ya leagueWho can match the Bident with my top speedScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirtHeart line is flat lined through the therapy eraSentences go through re-synthesisI leave em looking bleaker than MemphisWithout Rockefeller membershipDon’t be an optimist and try to rock with BisYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus[Vinnie Paz]Every rapper better fear meCoz Vinnie Paz is a beastAnd ya’ll steady screaming for war but want peaceYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaksYa trying to walk two dogs with one leashYou can’t overstand the mathematicsHow rip bars, walk through walls perform magicTibetan Black Magic, I’m a warlordI’ll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboardI’m a born lord, I was baptisedTo see the universal through a cats eyesHere come the black skies;It’s all darknessI breathe life into Jesus Christ’s carcass![samples][Canibus]Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face yaDrive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake upAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!Peel you off till you drop on the floorDrag you to the manifold,Make you put your mouth around the exhaustSqueeze your neck harder when you start to coughI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me offI’m in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate fatherProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a LobsterI’ll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackersAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographersNow point four fingers and watch through binocularsLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, KidWhether enemies exchange negative energyBut you can’t forgive and forget with an elephant memoryCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-WhoBut lets keep that between me and you!Me and JMT,Rippers that’ll rip your assI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!!![Vinnie Paz]I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bustHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rushNothings above us, ya’ll better back offCos you a devil like the Canaanite in SackclothWe busting Gats offIt’s a clean killIt doesn’t seem real when your spleen spillSo listen to what im spittin at y’allLa illaha, il Allah il AllahCome on y’all your getting hit in the chestCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the bestRipping the restAnd all ya’ll seek is ashesI love reading Koran in pitch blacknessI love reading the psalms to bitch actorsI love reading the palms of bitch rappers! 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Micromegas Posted March 11, 2014 [Mad Child]slightly schizophrenic borderline psychoticsensational recreational narcoticsI thought I lost it but I found ittemptation marches along till I'm surroundedinspired by fire the sensual illusioncaught between the crossfire anger and confusionhowl at the moon black blanket that's starlitim rarely romantic plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwantednot to be taken for grantedmy past has come back and haunted for realI've all ready danced with death. a dozen black rosesI pose with babies breathbe afraid a place where magic is madeI'll rain on your parade with silver razor bladesI'm creepin over the fence crawlin through your back yardmy mind states intensesavage penetration on the rocks with a twistnow scream and shake your fistscause dreams are made of this[Thirdrail Vic]for real the opposite transmit telepathicRoamin' the flats with automatics and back packsDoin' jacks for Big Macs, accumulatin' stacks to make G's Nigga please, you artificial[saafir]You dropped somethin', it's your heartAn' it's still pumpin', pumpin' you from this existenceIt seems to be absolutely mandatory, cuz you be manipulatin' skinBut no way, because you fake I can trace out your imageEven though you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin' thatStay back at least 150 inches,You brew tea? an I know you know I can sense itWith the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 hostile stenchesHenceforth the elbow swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalpsSwingin' sleep out your mouthHow long you been hibernatin'? Too long!You're abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your melonDroppin' grammar like a judges hammerI feel you mark, feel me feel your chartYou gotta be real an you gotta to have heartYou gotta to be real an you gots to have heart[Prevail]Stir the blur, nuts and bolts whirlStored in electric ports, 4 strong boxes of 10 floorsShift the weight towards the door, in hopes of escapeWhen hands on cord, the blazing roof Prev createsSound break, concord, eye of the condorHand skills of a saboteur, your in forA war that pours coarse of molten into cordsStrung by the young ones, put me on tourNo folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin pores[big Nous]Soft rhymers, metamorphize their cartoon charactersGrafted from Africa, in this game you got no statureNot even a factor in thisWhole shit makes me yawnSnatch your heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawnAntonym of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat mentalityHave ? thoughts in my area, you get snatched out your SuburbanFallacy with no antidote, in this ? your age get brokeRunnin' from gun smoke, ballin' never rumin'Silver spoons crumbin' from flavourSoon there will be no overseer to save yaWhen I delve, tell your podiatrist it's a size 12National ? Soldiers, leakin' a swineA snake with no spine, I'll see you, I peeped youYou'll see blue, the fake:A quick death is your fateNow, I got shit to do Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Micromegas Posted March 11, 2014 I'm 'piphany rambler,I ramble all day,'piphany rambler,don't take these blues away.Up is lovely,down is too,it's its own peculiar labour when you're not able to.Lay in the fire a while,Lay in the fire a while,Lay in the fire a while,Lay in the fire a while.Don't sleep,Don't sleep,Don't sleep,and then sleep.Tore a cloud and three birds fell,3 birds fell and then it rained,we crawled upside that mountain,down its ass and back again.This tiny garden that we tend,where flowers bloom like accidents,let's lay awhile and slowly wend through days as long as nights we spent hanging on.Great furrows in the pavement where our hooves strove to leapsquare men in the courtyard, engines idling.We've seen those impossible mountains,we've seen that upward rain,entire bibles full of broken things,dark and wide as empty graves.Thunder said to the lightning,"Let your good-foot swing, go down to the valley, and shine your light on everything."Lightning said to thunder,"Go on swinging like the pounding rain, swing your blues like a hammer, ride your boy like a shuddering train, go on, swing the ocean full, go on swing the bending trees, swing it with a heart that bursts and shine your light on everything, let your good-foot swing and shake! and shake! and shake! and shake!"I'm 'piphany rambler,I ramble all day.Epiphany ramber,don't take these blues away.Up is lovely,down is too,it's its own peculiar labour when you're not able to.Lay in the fire a while,Lay in the fire a while,Lay in the fire a while,Lay in the fire a while.Don't sleep,Don't sleep,Don't sleep,and the sleep.(I've heard tell at the boring gates of hell that there ain't nothing dear, but there is too much dear, but there is too much dear, yeah there is too much dear...) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Micromegas Posted March 11, 2014 Unlike most of the songs nowadaysHave been written up town in Tinpine AlleyThat's where most of the folk songs come from nowadaysNow this, this is a song this one's written up thereThis is written somewhere down in the United States Well, the Lone Ranger and TontoThey are ridin' down the lineFixin' everybody's troublesEverybody's except mineSomeone musta told 'em that I was doin' fine All you five and ten cent womenWith nothin' in your headsI got a real gal I'm in loveLord, and I'll love her till I'm deadGo away from my door and my window too, right now Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race trackSee no sports car runI don't have no sports carAnd I don't even care to have oneI can walk anytime around the block Well, the wind keeps a blowin' meUp and down the streetWith my hat in my handAnd my boots on my feetWatch out so you don't step on me Well, look it here buddyYou want to be like mePull out your six-shooterAnd rob every bank you can seeTell the judge I said it was all right, yes Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Micromegas Posted March 11, 2014 It's a fair question why i would post so many lyrics but honestly the list would be enormous if i posted all the lyrics that I enjoyed, because i am extremely eclectic...but what i realised in the process is that song lyrics are not poems and (the majority) cannot stand without the music in the way that baudelaire and seamus heany and keats or frost stand without music. The music drives the feeling toward the precise interpretation at an emotional level and it is as complicated and fascinating as any poery really, but they are different beasts more distinctly than i realised... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Nailthesnail Posted April 28, 2014 "Now here comes the spotlight still somethings not right, I gotta pay my rent by 5 o'clock tonight. Living on 50c noodles, But I'm playing the game that the brother's know I'm true too. Can't let up although the journey is rough, Focus on the goal like it's the Stanley Cup. I gotta play this thing for keeps, My only stress relief is these hip hop beats." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dreamwalker. Posted June 22, 2014 (edited) lyrics to Cold Blood / Peter ToshPeter ToshCold BloodWanted Dread And Alive (1981)"Every time I see Babylon my blood runs cold"//////////////// I see the wicked men my belly moves Edited February 23, 2015 by Dreamwalker. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
santiago Posted June 22, 2014 Now I would walk a thousand miles And I walk walk a thousand more Just to be the man who something your door Durr nunda dada undu dud dud dud dum dum da da da Repeat verse dum dada da da da By, those two guys in glasses from somewhere years ago. I love it when the fans spend years deciphering song words, thinking its a big hidden riddle. Eventually the singer says it was just random words strung together with no meaning. The secret meaning was that it was embarrisassing to admit there was no meaning. That song I posted above kinda makes me I'll hearing it now in my head. It reminds me of closing time at some mainstream city pub, everybody stinks and faces are red from booze. The song comes on but everyone sings and knows the lyrics to a song that is trivial and the main passage is dumms. But I'll be critical of lyrics for a few paragraphs. If I'm honest. Mayby once apon a time great warriors sung of hunting tales and warring tribes. I get the origination of lyrics as a word of mouth tribute with sounds. I play guitar badly myself and sung a few pitiful verses about some love memory. A typical song is like a sandwich. You can have a sandwich without bread. The music is the bread. Then you gotta put something in it. It's curious how a cheese and tomato sandwich tastes better that a cheese, pickle, ice cream, mustard and carrot sandwich. Lyrics are like that filling. Less is often more and truth and universitality as opposed to, let's face it ,self indulgence and ego. There must be, what - 50 million songs out there. Really, truthfully. If your going to believe one lyric you have to believe them all. Or vice versa refuse to listen but instead listen to the music. I know personally, another persons idea, another persons meaning has no meaning to me. The worlds 300 odd national anthems. The tears and passion they evoke but once again are all mostly just ideals and every country proclaiming to be the righteous ones. Arguably some of the worst lyrics around, which country wins the truthful banner slogan competition. I felt a bit tearful thinking of girt by sea just then and even tho many national anthems sound pretty much identical to Australia's anthem, nothing emotional at all. I totally forgot where I was going with this post. Cheese and tomato. And in regards to anthems, lyrics, etc etc. we don't have a world anthem. If the aliens turn up were gonna look pretty silly. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites