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Sellaisia jotka räjäyttää tajunnan, joko yleisesti tai kirjoitushetkellä johtuen fiiliksestä. Kännissä menee esimerkiksi ALL: Self-Righteous

Self-righteous crusader

Don't care what you don't do

You talk a straight edge but you walk the crooked mile

Don't misjudge me, cause I ain't on trial.



Just because I suck

Don't mean you're off the hook

Just cause you're not drunk

Don't think you're not fucked up

A lot of good people like to have a good time

Even Jesus Christ turned the water into wine



Self-righteous crusader

Fuck me and the same to you

It's my body, I'll get high if I want to

Go dry if I want to die if I want to



Just because I suck

Don't mean you're off the hook

Just cause you're not drunk

Don't think you're not fucked up

A lot of good people like to have a good time

Even Jesus Christ turned the water into wine



Don't confuse sobriety with morality

There's a lot of sober murderers

Just look at history

But I'm still an OK guy

Even if I want to get high sometimes,

High sometimes, High sometimes.



Just because I suck

Don't mean you're off the hook

Just cause you're not drunk

Don't think you're not fucked up

A lot of good people like to have a good time

Even Jesus Christ turned the water into wine



Self-righteous crusader

Don't care what you don't do

No mikä tahansa kappale The The:n Infected albumilta kävis mutta tässä:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfKefAiHhVg





THE MERCY BEAT



There's a high wind blowin'

And the stars are shinin' bright

Oh what a night this is gonna be

I think I'll let the world sleep without me

I got one eye open, one eye closed

And my thin body's tremblin'

Beneath the bedclothes

My heart's beatin' against the roof of my mouth

It's almost time to get out of this house



I got one hand on the radio

And one hand on the wheel

I got my right foot on the floorboards

I'm preparin' to kill or be killed



There's a high wind blowin'

And the stars are shinin' bright

And the rain upon the tarmac

Helps me sail through the traffic lights

I'm headin' down to the dock of the bay

To feel the power of the waves

I'm gonna move up close to that wind

And wrestle with the thoughts

Solitude always brings



Y'see I'm stuck between hell

And the deep blue sea

And I know that water's sucked under

Better men than me

I was just another Western guy

With desires that couldn't be satisfied

One day I asked the angels for inspiration

But the Devil bought me a drink

And he's been buying them ever since!



He's had the liquor on my tongue

Feel like the sea upon the sand

He's had me signing confessions

From this shaking hand

He's had me strugglin' to hang onto hope

Like a drunken sailor in a tugboat

With a bottle of vodka in my overcoat

And my dog eared bible lost overboard



Y'see he tricked me into temptation

So I've tricked him into this confrontation

I never said I was the man I appeared to be

Not the flesh wrapped 'round the bones of necessity

Or the soul on fire scribblin' thoughts for posterity



I'm gonna have little Lucifer runnin' off to Purgatory

With his tail between his legs

I'm gonna teach him a lesson

He ain't ever gonna forget

All the vultures and crows

Are fixin' up some tombstones

But they won't be chewin' the meat off my bones



There's a high wind blowin'

And the stars are shinin' bright

Me and Him are gonna have a little knife fight

In the bowels of the big city skyline

Oh, this feeling inside runs dark and deep

Tonight my heart's not thumpin' a mercy beat



Yeah, I was just another western guy

With desires that couldn't be satisfied

Oh, what a night this is gonna be

The world can sleep without me

The world can sleep without me

The world can sleep without me

Slave to My Dick

(Gerry Hannah)





I put on my clothes that make me look tall

I don’t think about it, cause I don’t think at all

I dress high class, makes me look high paid

You know I do it baby cause I wanta get laid

I’m just a slave to my dick

It really makes me sick



I lie to myself and to my friends too

And if I want your girl I’ll lie to you too

I’ll play stupid games, do whatever it takes

Cause I’ve gotta have a ball and the time’s getting late

I’m just a slave to my dick

It really makes me sick



I live in the bars, I live in the pubs

My mind is a blank from drinking in the clubs

I do a lot of talking but I don’t say much

I can’t be real cause I’m such, you know I’m such a

Slave to my dick

It really makes me sick



Slave to my dick

Slave to my dick

Slave to my dick

Slave to my dick

Kyllä mä aina diggaan NWA:n boysnthehoodin n. tokasta rivistä:

"Gotta get drunk before the day begins – before my mother starts bitching about my friends."



Toi rivi on oikein-elämisen ohjenuora. Ja "my motherin" paikalle voi vaihtaa vaikka "girlfriendin", "my wifen" tms ja se sopii kuin nenä päähän monelle meistä.

Therapy?: Knives

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeiUHwdvkwA



My girlfriend says that I need help

My boyfriend says I'd be better off dead



I'm gonna get drunk

Come round and fuck you up

I'm gonna get drunk

Come round and fuck you up



And you can't help my life

But you can hide the knives



My girlfriend says that I'm confused

My boyfriend says that I'm bad news



All people are shit

Bad trip tattoed on my brain

All people are shit

Bad trip tattoed on my brain



And you can't help my life

But you can hide



I wanna crawl up inside you and die

I wanna crawl up inside you and die

I wanna crawl up inside you and die

I wanna crawl up inside you and die



And you can't help my life (And you can't help my life)

But you can hide (And you can hide the knives)

And you can't help my life (And you can't help my life)

And you can hide the knives (But you can hide)

willberg ( 7.12.2008 01:57)

Therapy?: Knives



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeiUHwdvkwA



My girlfriend says that I need help

My boyfriend says I'd be better off dead



I'm gonna get drunk

Come round and fuck you up

I'm gonna get drunk

Come round and fuck you up



And you can't help my life

But you can hide the knives



My girlfriend says that I'm confused

My boyfriend says that I'm bad news



All people are shit

Bad trip tattoed on my brain

All people are shit

Bad trip tattoed on my brain



And you can't help my life

But you can hide



I wanna crawl up inside you and die

I wanna crawl up inside you and die

I wanna crawl up inside you and die

I wanna crawl up inside you and die



And you can't help my life (And you can't help my life)

But you can hide (And you can hide the knives)

And you can't help my life (And you can't help my life)

And you can hide the knives (But you can hide)

Tää on kyllä hieno.

Mun tunnaribiisi Knivesin ohella:

http://lyricwiki.org/!!!:Pardon_My_Freedom

Weezer: We Are All on Drugs

When you're out with your friends

In your new Mercedes-Benz

And you're on drugs

And you show up late for school

'Cause you think you're really cool

When you're on drugs

And you put on your headphones

And you step into the zone

When you're on drugs

But the world don't care

If you are or are not there

'Cause you're on drugs



GIVE IT TO ME



We are all on drugs yeah

Never getting enough (never get enough)

We are all on drugs yeah

Give me some of that stuff (WOO)



And you twitch in your seat

'Cause you wanna hit the street

When you're on drugs

And you cause such a fuss

'Cause there's no one you can trust

When you're on drugs

And the best of your days

Will vanish in the haze

When you're on drugs

And you wish you could quit

'Cause you're really sick of it

But you're on drugs



GIVE IT TO ME



We are all on drugs yeah

Never getting enough (never get enough)

We are all on drugs yeah

Give me some of that stuff (WOO)



I want to confiscate your drugs

I don't think I could get enough



GIVE IT TO ME



We are all on drugs yeah

Never getting enough

We are all on drugs yeah

Give me some of that stuff (WOO)



we are all on drugs (x4)

King Crimson: Coda: I Have a Dream (2000)



Tragedies of Kennedys

Refugees

AIDS disease

Photos of Hiroshima

The Holocaust

And Kosovo

Tim McVeigh

Saddam Hussein

The bombing of the World Trade

Hostages in Bosnia

Atrocities

South Africa

Abortion and Kevorkian

Vietnam, napalm

Lady Di

And Lennon died

A violent crime

Columbine

"I have a dream that one day..."

Rodney King

O. J.

Symbols of our life and times

"One giant leap for mankind"

Alghazanthin Horns and feathers

In the aftermath of another escape from reality

Exhausted you lay, circled by nothingness

You sank so deep... lacking the strength to surface again



Miracles and revelations, or just hallusinations?

God tends to speak only at the moments of weakness

As ruins are easier to conquer



Guilt batters with a killer's fist

Forcing you to confess your supposed sins

Hoping for heaven, afraid of hell

You sealed your decay with a shallow prayer



How real can this revival be

When it's merely compensating your low self-esteem?

Life-long submission seems to be the price of faith

So, will the bleeding hearts give more than they take?



Drifting with the winds out at the sea of deceit

The fear of god is all you have

No sign of the promised salvation

An addict to punishment and restrain

Paints horns and feathers within the same frames



Helped up from the pit

And thrown down into a deeper one

Etenkin tämän loppuhuipennos hykerryttää aina.

Roger Waters: It's A Miracle (levyltä Amused To Death)



Miraculous you call it babe

You ain't seen nothing yet

They've got Pepsi in the Andes

Mcdonalds in Tibet

Yosemite's been turned into

A golf course for the Japs

The Dead Sea is alive with rap

Between the Tigris and Euphrates

There's a leisure centre now

They've got all kinds of sports

They've got Bermuda shorts

The had sex in Pennsylvania

A Brazilian grew a tree

A doctor in Manhattan

Saved a dying man for free

It's a miracle

Another miracle

By the grace of God Almighty

And pressures of marketplace

The human race has civilized itself

It's a miracle

We've got a warehouse of butter

We've got oceans of wine

We've got famine when we need it

Got a designer crime

We've got Mercedes

We've got Porsche

Ferrari and Rolls Royce

We've got a choice

She said meet me

In the Garden of Gethsemane my dear

The Lord said Peter I can see

Your house from here

An honest man

Finally reaped what he had sown

And farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan

It's a miracle

Another miracle

By the grace of God Almighty

And pressures of marketplace

The human race has civilized itself

It's a miracle

We cower in our shelters

With our hands over our ears

Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff

Runs for years and years and years

An earthquake hits the theatre

But the operetta lingers

Then the piano lids comes down

And break his fucking fingers

It's a miracle

Listen little girl it´s near the hour

Come with me and take golden shower

Listen little slut, do as you´re told

Come with daddy for me to pour the gold

Golden shower, it´s getting near the hour

For a golden shower,

I´ve got the righteous power

All through my excrements you shall roam

Open your mouth and taste the foam

Bend up and smell my anal vapor

Your face is my toilet paper

Golden shower, I´ve got the power

For a golden shower,

I´ve got the righteous power

Our relationship I don´t want to spoil it

You are my personal toilet

Listen little girl

It´s getting near the hour

On your face I leave a shit tower

Shit tower, prune skin power

Smellin´ sour, it´s the shit tower

Golden showers,

It´s getting near the hours

For a golden shower,

I´ve got the righteous power



(Mentors: Golden Shower)

Istun pienellä kivellä

Katson järven elämää

Kalat hyppivät iloissaan

Kuuluu ääntä seuraavaa:



Blub, blumb, molskis

Blub, blumb, molskis



Surullisena katselen

Pääse mukaan leikkiin en

Olisinpa kalanen

Taikka pieni lintunen



Blub, blumb, molskis

Blub, blumb, molskis



Ei, en ole kala en

En ees pieni lintunen

Olen viisas ihminen

Ja surullisena katselen



Blub, blumb, molskis

Blub, blumb, molskis



(Kari Peitsamo: Blub, blumb, molskis)

Yhteen bändiin voi aina luottaa...

ELÄINTARHASSA KÄYNTI



Kirahvia pannaan perseeseen

apinat otaa suihin

Tiikeri hurjasti karjaisee,

kun käärme sen korvaan paskoo



Lapset nauraa, vanhemmat nauraa

Kaikilla on mukavaa



Virtahepo lähtee runkkaileen

kun jengi sitä liikaa tsiigaa

haisunäätä varastaa koko shown:

Naulaamalla hanhen vitun

Yksinkertaisesti parhaat (ja pitkät hah)

Current 93: I have a special plan for this world

Lyrics by Thomas Ligotti



when everyone you have ever loved is finally gone

when everything you have ever wanted is finally done with

when all of your nightmares are for a time obscured

as by a shining brainless beacon

or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world

when you are calm and joyful

and finally entirely alone

then in a great new darkness

you will finally execute your special plan



one needs to have a plan someone said who was turned away into the shadows

and who i had believed was sleeping or dead

imagine he said all the flesh that is eaten

the teeth tearing into it

the tongue tasting its savor

and the hunger for that taste

now take away that flesh he said

take away the teeth and the tongue

the taste and the hunger

take away everything as it is

that was my plan

my own special plan for this world

i listened to these words and yet i did not wonder

if this creature whom i had thought sleeping or dead would ever approach his vision

even in his deepest dreams

or his most lasting death

because i had heard of such plans such visions

and i knew they did not see far enough

but what was demanded in a way of a plan

needed to go beyond tongue and teeth and hunger and flesh

beyond the bones and the very dust of bones and the wind that would come to blow the dust away

and so i began to envision a darkness that was long before the dark of night

and a strangely shining light

that owed nothing to the light of day



that day may seem like other days

once more we feel the tiny legged trepidations

once more we are mangled by a great grinding fear

but that day willhave no others after

no more worlds like this will follow

because i have a plan

a very special plan

no more worlds like this

no more days like that



there are but four ways to die a sardonic spirit might have said to me

there is dying that occurs relatively suddenly

there is dying that occurs relatively gradually

there is dying that occurs relatively painlessly

there is the death that is full of pain

thus by various means they are combined

the sudden and the gradual

the painless and the painful

to yield but four ways to die

and there are no others

even after the voice stopped speaking

I listened for it to speak again

after hours and day and years have passed

I listened for some further words

yet all I heard were the faintest echoes reminding me

there are no others

there are no others

was it then that I began to conceive for this world

a special plan?



there are no means for escaping this world

it penetrates even into your sleep

and is his substance

you are caught in your own dreaming

where there is no space

and a hell forever where there is no time

you cant do nothing you aren't told to do

there is no hope for escape from this dream

that was never yours

the very words you speak are only its very words

and you talk like a traitor

under its incessant torture



there are many who have designs upon this world

and dream of wild and vast reformations

i have heard them talking in their sleep

of elegant mutations

and cunning annihilations

i have heard them whispering in the corners of crooked houses

and in the alleys and narrow back streets of this crooked creaking universe

which they with their new designs were made straight and sound

but each of these new and ill conceived designs

is deranged in its heart

for they see this world as if it were alone and original

and not as only one of count with others

whose nightmares all precede

like a hideous garden grown from a single seed

i have heard these dreamers talking in their sleep

and i stand waiting for them

as at the top of a darkened flight of stairs

they know nothing of me

and none of the secrets of my special plan

while i know every crooked creaking step of theirs



it was the voice of someone who was waiting in the shadows

who was looking at the moon and waiting for me to turn the corner

and enter a narrow street

and stand with him in the dull glaze of moonlight

then he said to me

he whispered

that my plan was misconceived

that my special plan for this world was a terrible mistake

because, he said, there is nothing to do and there is no where to go

there is nothing to be and there is no one to know

your plan is a mistake,he repeated

this world is a mistake, i replied



the children always followed him

when they saw him hopping by

a funny walk

a funny man

a funny funny funny man

he made them laugh sometimes

he made them laugh oh yes he did

he did he did he did he did

oh how he made them roll

one day he took them to a place

he knew a special place

and told them things about this world

this funny funny funny world

which made them laugh sometimes

he made them laugh oh yes he did

he did he did he did he did

oh how he made them roll

then the funny man who made them laugh

sometimes he did

revealed to them his special plan

his very special funny plan

knowing they would understand

and maybe laugh sometimes

he made them laugh

oh yes he did

he did he did he did he did

their eyes grew wide beneath there lids

and how he made them roll



i first learned the facts from a lunatic

in a dark and quiet room that smelled of stale time and space

there are no people

nothing at all like that

the human phenomenon is but the sum of densely coiled layers of illusion

each of which winds itself upon the supreme insanity

but there are persons of any kind

when all that can be is mindless mirrors

laughing and screaming as they parade about

in an endless dream

but when i asked the lunatic what it was

it swore itself within these mirrors

as they marched endlessly in stale time and space

he only looked and smiled

then he laughed and screamed

and in his black and empty eyes

i saw for a moment as in a mirror

a form the shade of divinity

in flight from its stale infinity

oftime and space and the worst of all

of this world dreams

my special plan for the laughter

and the screams



we went to see some little show

that was staged in an old shed

past the edge of town

and in its beginnings all seemed well

the miniature curtain stage glowed in the darkness

while those dolls bounced along on their strings before our eyes

and in its beginnings all seemed well

but then there came a suttle turning point which some have noticed

and i was one

who quietly left the show

no i did not

because i could see where things were going

as the antics of those dolls grew strange

and the fragile strings grew taut

with their tiny pullings ,tiny limbs

the others around me became appalled

and turned away and abandoned the show

that was staged in an old shed

past the edge of town

but i wanted to witness what could never be

i wanted to see what could not be seen

but the moment of consummate disaster

my puppets turned to face the puppet master



it was twilight and i stood in a grayish haze of the vast empty building

when the silence was enriched by a reverberant voice

all the things of this world it said

are of but one essence

for which there are no words

this is the greater part which has no beginning or end

and the one essence of this world for which there can be no words

is that all the things of this world

this is the lesser part which had a beginning and shall have an end

and for which words were conceived solely to speak of

the tiny broken beings of this world it said

the beginnings and endings of this world it said

for which words were conceived solely to speak of

now remove these words and what remains it asks me

as i stood in the twilight of that vast empty building

but i did not answer

the question echoed over and over

but i remained silent until the echoes died

and as twilight passed into the evening i felt my

special plan for which there are no words

moving towards a greater darkness



there are some who have no voices

or none that will ever speak

because of the things they know about this world

and the things they feel about this world

because the thoughts that fill a brain

that is a damaged brain

because the pain that fills a body

that is a damaged body

exists in other worlds

countless other worlds

each of which stands alone in an infinite empty blackness

for which no words are being conceived

and whereno voices are able to speak

when a brain is filled only with damaged thoughts

when a damaged body is filled only with pain

and stands alone in a world surrounded by infinite empty blackness

and exists in a world for which there is no special plan



when everyone you have ever loved is finally gone

when everything you have ever wanted is finally done with

when all of your nightmares are for a time obscured

as by a shining brainless beacon

or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world

when you are calm and joyful

and finally entirely alone

then in a great new darkness

you will finally execute your special plan