Comments on: Any fool can think of words that rhyme, many others do, why can't you?

Any fool can think of words that rhyme, many others do, why can't you?

Hartster — Thu, 24 May 2012 11:49:53 -0800

By: philip-random

philip-random — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:07:34 -0800

nice. I like how it's not a definitive list -- just 30 beautiful turns of phrase. But come on, where's ... Dawn of our power we amuse Re descending as fast as misused Expression, as only to teach love as To reveal passion chasing Late into corners, and we danced from the ocean Dawn of love sent within us Colors of awakening among the many Want to follow, only tunes of a different age As the links span our endless caresses For the freedom of life everlasting

By: bonefish

bonefish — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:17:07 -0800

Am I only seeing white rock artists on this list?

By: cashman

cashman — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:19:31 -0800

That's all I see, bonefish. But at least it doesn't say 30 best. It's just "30".

By: sourwookie

sourwookie — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:24:56 -0800

"Abracadabra...I'm gonna reach out and grab ya."

By: dry white toast

dry white toast — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:28:39 -0800

I'll still take any of the verses from Hallelujah. I think Leonard Cohen of all people can be on the list twice.

By: tigrefacile

tigrefacile — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:29:19 -0800

Richard got married to a figure skater and he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator and he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on and all the house lights left up bright.

By: bonefish

bonefish — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:32:01 -0800

Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses

By: Kafkaesque

Kafkaesque — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:32:27 -0800

Isn't it nice? Luring disco dollies to a life of vice *snif!* Gets me every time that does.

By: Kafkaesque

Kafkaesque — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:33:25 -0800

And who can forget that great Laibach lyric? I think it goes RRRAAARARRARRARARRRRRAGGGH!

By: philip-random

philip-random — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:35:33 -0800

I'll still take any of the verses from Hallelujah. Oh, please ... Anything by Cohen. Everything by Cohen ... except f***ing Hallelujah, which is about heroin anyway, isn't it? Or is that Suzanne?

By: shakespeherian

shakespeherian — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:44:18 -0800

Came in to say what tigrefacile did. But what the hell, here's the whole thing.

The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68 And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café You laugh he said you think you're immune Go look at your eyes they're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies pretty lies When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies just pretty lies He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he pushed Three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said "Drink up now it's getting' on time to close" "Richard, you haven't really changed" I said It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombs in your eyes but the songs you punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? Oh and love can be so sweet Love so sweet Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away Only a phase these dark café days

By: blucevalo

blucevalo — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:48:34 -0800

Since we're going there: If I'd only seen through the silky veils of ardor What a killing crime this love can be I would have locked up my heart In a golden sheath of armor And kept its crazy beating Under strictest secrecy High security

By: Afroblanco

Afroblanco — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:52:22 -0800

all that summertime, I revolved around your eye in exhilarating spirals in an asymmetric sky

By: horsewithnoname

horsewithnoname — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:52:45 -0800

Ev'rybody have fun tonight, Ev'rybody wang chung tonight.

By: bondcliff

bondcliff — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:54:17 -0800

No one to call him on the phone 'cept for the pope maybe in Rome.

By: Lutoslawski

Lutoslawski — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:57:15 -0800

Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine

By: curious nu

curious nu — Thu, 24 May 2012 12:58:53 -0800

Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine posted by Lutoslawski No self-quotes!

By: gompa

gompa — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:06:48 -0800

The cupboard is empty, we really need food Summer is winter and you always knew

By: TheWhiteSkull

TheWhiteSkull — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:08:07 -0800

The Libertines? Really? Taste is pretty arbitrary, but here are a couple: Baby, why am I worried now Did someone make a fool of me Before I could show them how it's done? Can't give up acting tough It's all that I'm made of Can't scrape together quite enough To ride the bus to the outskirts of the fact that I need love -Neko Case, Middle Cyclone And I don't want to hear a sad story Full of heartbreak and desire The last time I felt like this It was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire And I stood on the mountain in the night and I watched it burn I watched it burn, I watched it burn. -Emmylou Harris, Boulder to Birmingham When the rich die last Like the rabbits Running from a lucky past Full of shadow cunning And the world lights up For the final day We will all be poor Having had our say Young Marble Giants, Final Day We went to the Philly Pizza Company And ordered some hot tea The waitress said 'Well no, we only have it iced' So we jumped up on the table and shouted 'Anarchy' And someone played a Beach Boys song on the jukebox It it was "California Dreamin'" So we started screamin' On such a winter's day Dead Milkmen, Punk Rock Girl The sun, whose rays Are all ablaze With ever-living glory, Does not deny His majesty — He scorns to tell a story! He don't exclaim, "I blush for shame, So kindly be indulgent." But, fierce and bold, In fiery gold, He glories all effulgent! I mean to rule the earth, As he the sky — We really know our worth, The sun and I! Gilbert & Sullivan, The Sun Whose Rays Are All Ablaze

By: gompa

gompa — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:12:26 -0800

The Libertines? Really? It is NME, after all. They've got a Tourette-like tic that makes them bark out breathless praise for middling one-hit-wonder English bands with alarming frequency. I think they once declared Supergrass to be better than the Beatles or some shit.

By: ThatCanadianGirl

ThatCanadianGirl — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:15:05 -0800

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin' I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it - Bob Dylan or how about Images of broken light, which Dance before me like a million eyes, They call me on and on across the universe. Thoughts meander like a Restless wind inside a letter box They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe. - Lennon/McCartney

By: gompa

gompa — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:22:44 -0800

By the way, you could do a whole list of this stuff just using Dylan's opening couplets: God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" When you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Eastertime too And your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime Didn't you? Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it

By: helmutdog

helmutdog — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:25:31 -0800

I wish I was in Tijuana Eating barbequed iguana Okay - it's Morrisey's lyrics that always get me, sometimes it's just a throw away line that seems so heartbreaking. Hand me the pillow - the one that dream on...

By: tylerkaraszewski

tylerkaraszewski — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:25:38 -0800

In case anyone is interested I made a Spotify playlist from the songs in the article (at least, the 27 of them that are available on Spotify).

By: shakespeherian

shakespeherian — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:26:40 -0800

Dylan's greatest lyric is 'All Along the Watchtower.' Move along.

By: brand-gnu

brand-gnu — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:28:12 -0800

If someone had shown me this list without source or context, I definitely would have called this out as an NME list. They're soooooo predictable. That being said, I like this list. Drove me to Spotify to listen to some old favorites (or favourites, given the source).

By: Zack_Replica

Zack_Replica — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:29:05 -0800

louie, louie, louie, lou-i, the bird's the word and do you know why? you gotta beat it with a stick. you gotta beat it 'til it's thick. you gotta live until you're dead. you gotta rock 'til you see red. now do you understand? do you understand? i'm a garbageman. - The Cramps. No, really. The lyrics fit the music, the music is in perfect sleaze with the lyrics, and the band delivers on the whole package which makes it a promise kept - "now get outta your mind and get outta my way."

By: 2manyusernames

2manyusernames — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:29:36 -0800

If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true I'd save every day like a treasure and then, Again, I would spend them with you The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do They're really saying I love you. I hear babies crying, I watch them grow They'll learn much more than I'll ever know And I think to myself what a wonderful world Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world. Forget your lust for the rich man's gold All that you need is in your soul, And you can do this if you try. All that I want for you my son, Is to be satisfied. Mother, mother There's too many of you crying. Brother, brother, brother, there's far too many of you dying. You know we've got to find a way to bring some lovin' here today, yeah! If the sky above you should turn dark and full of clouds and that old north wind should begin to blow, keep your head together and call my name out loud. Soon I will be knocking upon your door. You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am I'll come running to see you again. Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call and I'll be there. Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend? People can be so cold. They'll hurt you and desert you. Well, they'll take your soul if you let them, oh yeah, but don't you let them. Sometimes I'm right then I can be wrong My own beliefs are in my songs A butcher, a banker, a drummer and then Makes no difference what group I'm in I am everyday people There is a blue one who can't accept The green one for living with A black ones tryin' to be a skinny one Different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby dooby Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time There's something wrong here, there can be no denying One of us is changing, or maybe we've stopped trying And it's too late, baby, now it's too late Though we really did try to make it Something inside has died and I can't hide And I just can't fake it It used to be so easy living here with you You were light and breezy and I knew just what to do Now you look so unhappy, and I feel like a fool And it's too late, baby, now it's too late Though we really did try to make it Something inside has died and I can't hide And I just can't fake it There'll be good times again for me and you But we just can't stay together, don't you feel it too Still I'm glad for what we had, and how I once loved you But it's too late, baby, it's too late Though we really did try to make it Something inside has died and I can't hide

By: ZenMasterThis

ZenMasterThis — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:30:41 -0800

No Joni Mitchell? Seriously? The list is invalid and shall be removed from the Interwebs until it is fixed.

By: ZenMasterThis

ZenMasterThis — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:31:33 -0800

Ditto for Kevin Gilbert.

By: AJaffe

AJaffe — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:32:14 -0800

Out of my mind on Saturday night 1970, rollin' inside Radio burnin', up above Beautiful baby, be my love...

By: Zack_Replica

Zack_Replica — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:32:23 -0800

I forgot to leave the youtube link so I'm leaving it here because THE CRAMPS.

By: shakespeherian

shakespeherian — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:33:11 -0800

Just before our love got lost you said "I am as constant as a northern star" And I said "Constantly in the darkness Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar" On the back of a cartoon coaster In the blue TV screen light I drew a map of Canada Oh Canada With your face sketched on it twice Oh you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you darling Still I'd be on my feet oh I would still be on my feet

By: chavenet

chavenet — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:34:03 -0800

My long baby's got Egyptian eyes And a wicked look beyond compare

By: It's Raining Florence Henderson

It's Raining Florence Henderson — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:38:24 -0800

Zou bisou bisou Zou bisou bisou Mon Dieu qu'ils sont doux Zou bisou bisou

By: timetoevolve

timetoevolve — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:48:44 -0800

Outside another yellow moon Has punched a hole in the night-time mist I climb through the window and down to the street I'm shining like a new dime The downtown trains are full with all of those Brooklyn girls They try so hard to break out of their little worlds Well you wave your hand and they scatter like crows They have nothing that will ever capture your heart They're just thorns without the rose Be careful of them in the dark

By: chavenet

chavenet — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:51:22 -0800

Also, it is amusing that the #1 song, Springsteen's beautiful "Thunder Road", is also the one the Boss says contains the lyric he's most embarrassed by, in retrospect: "Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk" (followed by jingly guitar minisolo)

By: philip-random

philip-random — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:51:52 -0800

What I like about the published NME list is how short the excerpts are. It's less about perfect lyrics than perfect phrases. Which is how I tend to remember song lyrics. I doubt (short of a few things I sang in kindergarten) that I could, off the cuff, sing a single song in its entirety. But I have all these pieces ... or do you ever get the feeling that story's too damned real and in the present tense?

By: lungtaworld

lungtaworld — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:55:08 -0800

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations Oh how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you

By: jetsetsc

jetsetsc — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:56:09 -0800

Bad black and white men Standing in their pigpen Selling guns to simpletons To shoot 'em in the abdomen And she's not interested in that And she's not interested in that!

By: stargell

stargell — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:56:10 -0800

Where the eagle glides ascending There's an ancient river bending Down the timeless gorge of changes Where sleeplessness awaits I searched out my companions, Who were lost in crystal canyons When the aimless blade of science Slashed the pearly gates.

By: owtytrof

owtytrof — Thu, 24 May 2012 14:10:05 -0800

I never know what you'll find when you open up your letter box tomorrow 'Cause the little bird never tells me anything I wanna know; she's my best friend; she's a sparrow And I'll never never know what you never never never wanna know when you know what you are, oh

By: BeeDo

BeeDo — Thu, 24 May 2012 14:14:47 -0800

The Mississippi Delta is shining like a National guitar. I am following the river down the highway through the cradle of the Civil War. Never been lonely, Never been lied to, Never had to shuffle in fear, Nothing denied to. Born at the instant, Churchbells chime, Whole world whispering, Born at the right time. A family of musicians took shelter for the night, in the little harbour church of St. Cecelia. Two guitars, black tie bass, drum, tambourine, The rows of jericho and bougainvillea. Tell me why, Why won't you love me for who I am where I am. He said 'cause that's not the way the world is baby. This is how I love you, baby. This is how I love you, baby.

By: Lucinda

Lucinda — Thu, 24 May 2012 14:19:01 -0800

the sun is up, the sky is blue, it's beautiful, and so are you

By: mightygodking

mightygodking — Thu, 24 May 2012 14:26:48 -0800

woo hoo woo hoo woo hoo wooooooo hoooooo -- Blur

By: quiet coyote

quiet coyote — Thu, 24 May 2012 14:27:49 -0800

Where the vulture glides descending On an asphalt highway bending Through libraries and museums Galaxies and stars Down the windy halls of friendship To the rose clipped by the bullwhip The motel of lost companions Waits with heated pool and bar

By: flex

flex — Thu, 24 May 2012 14:27:50 -0800

The wind is ruthless, the trees shake angry fingers at the sky The people hunch their shoulders, hold their collars over their ears and run by It's a cold rain, it's a hard rain, like the kind you find in songs I guess that makes me the jerk with the heartache Here to sing to you about how I been done wrong I am sitting, watching out the window of the coffee shop And I am waiting, waiting, waiting for it to let up I am rocking like a cradle, warming my hands with the cup in between I am leaning over the table, holding my face over the steam And before it gets so cold that the rain turns to snow There's just a couple things I'd like to know, ohhh Like: how could you do nothing, and say "I am doing my best"? How could you take almost everything - and then come back for the rest? How could you beg me to stay, reach out your hands and plead And then pack up your eyes and run away, as soon as I agreed?

By: kariebookish

kariebookish — Thu, 24 May 2012 14:32:20 -0800

I don't pretend to know what you want / But I offer love..

By: Metroid Baby

Metroid Baby — Thu, 24 May 2012 14:32:48 -0800

His palms are sweaty Knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already Mom's spaghetti

By: mightygodking

mightygodking — Thu, 24 May 2012 14:38:50 -0800

I don't know much about you, not more than a word or two can say But anything I learned about you, I learned through the pit of my stomach anyway

By: mightygodking

mightygodking — Thu, 24 May 2012 14:40:45 -0800

I never thought this could happen But somehow the feeling's gone You got sick of the patterns And I got lost in this song

By: jimmythefish

jimmythefish — Thu, 24 May 2012 14:51:49 -0800

Your skin is like water On a burning beach And it brings me relief

By: AJaffe

AJaffe — Thu, 24 May 2012 14:52:13 -0800

Rode in on a Greyhound, I'll be walking out if I go...

By: batou_

batou_ — Thu, 24 May 2012 15:04:25 -0800

Numbers 1-30 should have been from the Pogues. But I guess Shane MacGowan is more of a poet than a lyricist.

By: vaghjar

vaghjar — Thu, 24 May 2012 15:09:10 -0800

And she goes on curating your domestic museum She disappears in her loyalty She is a dress wearing a face in the doorway Opening her arms out to you

By: venbear3

venbear3 — Thu, 24 May 2012 15:11:37 -0800

Where the Lords face is like an all night cafe There's a woman who'll wait on what you have to say And your dreams are like marbles in the pocket of a little boy And they whisper when you hold them, like a beautiful girl Beautiful girl Rickie Lee Jones -- Deep Space

By: SageLeVoid

SageLeVoid — Thu, 24 May 2012 15:31:59 -0800

Tell me how are you coping Now that it's time to leave How can you burn more You've been burning for years They assumed when you fled You were good as dead Was their indifference crueler Than your nothing to eat

By: jimmythefish

jimmythefish — Thu, 24 May 2012 15:34:48 -0800

There was four Italian sausages cooking On the outdoor grill And man oh man... they was a sizzlin'

By: acb

acb — Thu, 24 May 2012 15:39:15 -0800

Trust the NME to include Foals (the apotheosis of the arc of angular skinny-jeans indie that started with Interpol, then went via Franz Ferdinand and The Killers). You can tell how tight their trousers are by the urgently yelped delivery of the vocals.

By: rahnefan

rahnefan — Thu, 24 May 2012 15:47:26 -0800

The Most Hard Rock Lyric of All Time: Lock up your daughter Lock up your wife Lock up your back door and run for your life

By: flapjax at midnite

flapjax at midnite — Thu, 24 May 2012 16:39:01 -0800

I am an old woman named after my mother my old man is another child that's grown old

By: Avenger50

Avenger50 — Thu, 24 May 2012 16:40:03 -0800

Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?

By: acb

acb — Thu, 24 May 2012 16:40:46 -0800

On a slight tangent, I've been listening a lot to the new album by an Australian band named Aleks and the Ramps, whose lyrics are is a goldmine of dry, laconic wit and virtuoso wordplay, like "meanwhile back on the Serengeti, my shirt's still smelling all cigarettey" and "I got old, I had some kids and let them do anything but crystal meth, every sleep is like a mini death, a sockpuppet production of Macbeth". The musical arrangements are not half bad either.

By: flapjax at midnite

flapjax at midnite — Thu, 24 May 2012 16:44:38 -0800

don't come looking to find me unless you really know your way around thin air let the shadows of the branches in the wind serve as your memory of me see 'em dancing there , see 'em dancing there

By: pyramid termite

pyramid termite — Thu, 24 May 2012 16:52:46 -0800

no smokey? Now if there's a smile on my face It's only there trying to fool the public But when it comes down to fooling you Now honey that's quite a different subject But don't let my glad expression Give you the wrong impression Really I'm sad, oh I'm sadder than sad You're gone and I'm hurtin' so bad Like a clown I pretend to be glad Now there's some sad things known to man But ain't too much sadder than The tears of a clown, when there's no one around Uh hum, oh yeah baby Now if I appear to be carefree It's only to camouflage my sadness And honey to shield my pride I try To cover this hurt with a show of gladness But don't let my show convince you That I've been happy since you Decided to go, oh I need you so I'm hurt and I want you to know But for others I put on a show, ooh yeah Just like Pagliacci did I try to keep my surface hid Smiling in the public eye But in my lonely room I cry The tears of a clown When there's no one around, oh yeah, baby baby Now if there's a smile on my face Don't let my glad expression Give you the wrong impression Don't let this smile I wear Make you think that I don't care When really I'm sad...I'm hurting so bad...... --- and laura nyro ... Oo la, la, la, oo la, la, la, la. Emily and her love to be, carved in a heart on a berry tree. But it's only a little farewell love spell, time to design a woman. Touch me, oh wake me, Emily you ornament the earth for me. Emily, you're the natural snow, the unstudied sea, you're a cameo. And I swear you were born a weavers lover, born for the loom's desire. Move me, oh sway me. Emily, you ornament the earth for me. Emmie, your Momma's been calling you. Who stole Mama's heart and cuddled in her garden? Darling Emmie, la, la, la, oo la, la la. You're my friend and I loved you, Emily, Emily, Emily, Emily. She got the way to move me, Emmie. She got the way to move me, yeah. She got the way to move me, Emmie. She got the way to move me, get up and move me...

By: Sokka shot first

Sokka shot first — Thu, 24 May 2012 16:53:38 -0800

No Elbow? Nobody? Man. Let's just pretend I quoted the entirety of The Bones Of You here, a song that is and will always be my downfall.

By: pyramid termite

pyramid termite — Thu, 24 May 2012 16:54:52 -0800

and otis - Sittin' in the morning sun I'll be sittin' when the evening comes Watching the ships roll in Then I watch them roll away again, yeah I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time I left my home in Georgia Headed for the Frisco Bay Cuz I've had nothing to live for And look like nothing's gonna come my way So, I'm just gon' sit on the dock of the bay Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time Looks like nothing's gonna change Everything still remains the same I can't do what ten people tell me to do So I guess I'll remain the same, listen Sittin' here resting my bones And this loneliness won't leave me alone, listen Two thousand miles I roam Just to make this dock my home, now I'm just gon' sit at the dock of a bay Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh Sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time

By: pyramid termite

pyramid termite — Thu, 24 May 2012 16:56:24 -0800

*resists mightily the urge to print lyrics to mcarthur park*

By: philip-random

philip-random — Thu, 24 May 2012 17:08:04 -0800

someone left the fucking cake out in the rain already. Get over it.

By: maryr

maryr — Thu, 24 May 2012 17:21:09 -0800

Wiggle wiggle wiggle.

By: Gygesringtone

Gygesringtone — Thu, 24 May 2012 17:23:59 -0800

For contrast: "When I am laid, am laid in earth, may my wrongs create No trouble, no trouble in, in thy breast. When I am laid, am laid in earth, may my wrongs create No trouble, no trouble in, in thy breast. Remember me, remember me, but ah! Forget my fate."

By: byanyothername

byanyothername — Thu, 24 May 2012 17:34:43 -0800

Why don't you ever want to play? I'm tired of this piece of string You sleep as much as I do now And you don't eat much of anything I don't know who you're talking to I made a search through every room But all I found was dust that moved In shadows of the afternoon And listen, about those bitter songs you sing? They're not helping anything They won't make you strong So, we should open up the house Invite the tabby two doors down You could ask your sister If she doesn't bring her basset hound Ask the things you shouldn't miss: Tape-hiss and the Modern Man The Cold War and card catalogues To come and join us if they can For girly drinks and parlor games We'll pass around the easy lie Of absolutely no regrets And later maybe you could try To let your losses dangle off The sharp edge of a century And talk about the weather, or How the weather used to be And I'll cater with all the birds that I can kill Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment Lie down; lick the sorrow from your skin Scratch the terror and begin To believe you're strong All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV And frankly that thing doesn't really interest me I swear I'm going to bite you hard And taste your tinny blood If you don't stop the self-defeating lies You've been repeating since the day you brought me home I know you're strong [Plea From a Cat Named Virtute] Always makes me cry.

By: pymsical

pymsical — Thu, 24 May 2012 18:01:21 -0800

I am pleased Nick Cave made the list (and a bit grumpy about some of the company he's keeping on it), so here's an Antipodean auxillary for the list. Paul Kelly belongs on anyone's list of beautiful songs, pretty much pick any song he's ever done. Careless Deeper Water You Broke a Beautiful Thing How to Make Gravy Or we could add to the list Bye Bye Pride by the Go Betweens. And the Lucksmiths!

By: .kobayashi.

.kobayashi. — Thu, 24 May 2012 18:16:57 -0800

Harumph. It's as if they've never even heard Paul Revere & the Raiders' "Crisco Party."

By: buriednexttoyou

buriednexttoyou — Thu, 24 May 2012 18:38:24 -0800

Never to part since the day we met Out on Interstate 91 I was bent metal, you were a flaming wreck When we kissed at the overpass I was sailing along with the people Driving themselves to distraction inside me Then came a knock on the door which was odd And the picture abruptly changed

By: valrus

valrus — Thu, 24 May 2012 18:52:45 -0800

byanyothername, the sequel annihilates me.

By: pyramid termite

pyramid termite — Thu, 24 May 2012 18:53:08 -0800

It's as if they've never even heard Paul Revere & the Raiders' "Crisco Party." hey, they CAN now!!

By: pyramid termite

pyramid termite — Thu, 24 May 2012 19:07:28 -0800

but as long as we're doing songs of great lyrical worth ... or is this better?

By: hugandpint

hugandpint — Thu, 24 May 2012 19:11:30 -0800

Oh it don't rain anymore, I go outdoors Where it's fun to be And I know you love me I know you do

By: tzikeh

tzikeh — Thu, 24 May 2012 19:16:43 -0800

There are loves that you wear in a ring on your hand in a frame on the living room shelf. There are some that you sing to the wide open plain there are some that you keep to yourself.

By: pjenks

pjenks — Thu, 24 May 2012 19:17:09 -0800

There must be a thousand things you would die for I can hardly think of two

By: hugandpint

hugandpint — Thu, 24 May 2012 19:19:51 -0800

My neck, my back Lick my p___y and my crack

By: Ghidorah

Ghidorah — Thu, 24 May 2012 19:20:46 -0800

in each other's shadows we grew less and less tall and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all and I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all you are a china shop and I am a bull you are really good food and I am full I guess everything is timing I guess everything's been said so I am coming home with an empty head Ani Difranco = awesome lyrics

By: No-sword

No-sword — Thu, 24 May 2012 19:22:12 -0800

It's love, This time it's love, my foolish heart.

By: item

item — Thu, 24 May 2012 19:22:25 -0800

I Saw an X-Ray of a girl passing gas. The one shot theory got a query things got rolling at last. Hey...hey...hey...daddy why'd ya die in the war? Jesus,Hitler,Buddha,Santa,Mary,Klaus partied thrice more. The dentist got arrested and the sky was the ocean that day. The words got twisted and history didn't know what to say. God,dog,sex,death,life...now I'm feeling old. These images were conjured up by talking on the telephone. I Saw an X-Ray of a girl passing gas.

By: item

item — Thu, 24 May 2012 19:31:04 -0800

Smashing windows with a baseball bat For a feeling that is great Go and kill someone you hate Kill someone that you hate For a feeling that is great Do it now don't hesitate Go and kill someone you hate -R.K. '82

By: Kinbote

Kinbote — Thu, 24 May 2012 19:33:50 -0800

In Las Vegas where the electric bills are staggering The decor hog-wild and the entertainment saccharine What a golden age, what a time of right and reason The consumer's king and unhappiness is treason.

By: kneecapped

kneecapped — Thu, 24 May 2012 20:18:20 -0800

Behind the curtain There may be sun One thing's for certain Thy will be done On earth as it is in hell God bless this cheap hotel

By: chimaera

chimaera — Thu, 24 May 2012 20:21:07 -0800

Oh, man. For at least two of these they didn't even pick the best lyrics from the same SONG. For Elliott Smith, the right quote from "Between the Bars" isn't the one they picked, it's "People you've been before That you don't want around anymore They push and shove and won't bend to your will, I'll keep them still" And for Joy Division, they equally fouled up the selection from Transmission. The right quote from that song (though I would've picked a few lines from New Dawn Fades, myself) is this one: "I could call out when the going gets tough. The things that we've learned are no longer enough. No language, just sound, that's all we need know, To synchronise love to the beat of the show. And we could dance." Of course, I guess neither of these are the stererotypically "dark" lines from the songs, but a slight peek into the real meanings of the songs show that for both Between the Bars and Transmission, they're the real deep core of the hopeless helplessness in the first and the bare emotional sense of abandon in the second.

By: persephone's rant

persephone's rant — Thu, 24 May 2012 20:22:10 -0800

Oh, I love you a lot Oh, I love you from the top of my heart And what difference does it make I still love you a lot Oh, I love you from the top of my heart And on your breast I gently lay All my head in your arms Do you love me from the top of your heart I tried my best, I tried in vain Do you love me a lot Do you love from the top of your heart

By: Moody834

Moody834 — Thu, 24 May 2012 20:37:28 -0800

The short and sweet... I'm the dog that ate
your birthday cake...
It's a wonderful life.

—Sparklehorse Or, if we are going to really wax poetic and poignantly beautiful: When we touch the world And it falls away When we feel like we're born Just to fall apart And our mother lies in state And the broken pitcher glistens And the snow is at the window Making neither sign nor symbol And the earth covers earth And the mud lies in pools Where the sand-dunes stretch unbroken And the dry wind bends and sighs And the geese are running harmless And our desires are running wild When we're looking at the smoke That's rising from the incense Neither coming here nor going Neither heaven here nor hell Neither borning here nor birthing Neither dying here nor death And we're wrapped inside our troubles And we're wrapped inside our pain And wracked with fires with longing And our eyes are blind with night With our fingers clutching coins And our thoughts burning with 'I' And our eyes cannot be sated With the world and it's nightmares With the world and it's dreams Though later they'll be filled With a small handful of dust And the gods appear on altars And we recognise their face It's a face that we have carved there And it's full of fear and longing And promises and threats But they neither stoop to conquer Nor do they stoop to praise And the mines are void of diamonds That we carry in our rags And all the world seems A sadness song All the world seems A sad sadness song

—Current 93

By: Luminiferous Ether

Luminiferous Ether — Thu, 24 May 2012 20:52:29 -0800

My prediction is that y'all are gonna hate On the style we create, straight 2008 But I know that you really can't wait Because people always askin' me When's the release date? Well maybe, baby, you could wait and see Until then all these Pavarattis followin' me ~Federline

By: Elly Vortex

Elly Vortex — Thu, 24 May 2012 21:02:30 -0800

Silver foxes lookin for romance In their chain-smoke Kansas flashdance ass-pants

By: elizardbits

elizardbits — Thu, 24 May 2012 21:20:36 -0800

ass titties ass n titties ass ass titties titties ass n titties

By: pianomover

pianomover — Fri, 25 May 2012 00:56:38 -0800

Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by I say to myself you're such a lucky guy, To have a girl like her is truly a dream come true out of all the fellows in the world she belongs to me. But it was Just my imagination, once again runnin' away with me. It was just my imagination runnin' away And A child is born, with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you, but he's frowning too Because only God knows, what you go through You grow in the ghetto, living second rate And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate The place, that you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alley way You'll admire all the number book takers Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens And you wanna grow up to be just like them Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers You say I'm cool, I'm no fool But then you wind up dropping out of high school Now you're unemployed, all null 'n void Walking 'round like you're pretty boy floyd Turned stickup kid, look what you done did Got send up for a eight year bid Now your manhood is took and you're a may tag Spend the next two years as an undercover fag Being used and abused and served like hell Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad sad song Of how you lived so fast and died so young

By: IAmBroom

IAmBroom — Fri, 25 May 2012 01:05:59 -0800

Ima let you finish, NME, but Metafilter has the best Best Lyrics list of all time. Of all time!

By: Decani

Decani — Fri, 25 May 2012 05:48:27 -0800

Her interest fades like breath on a mirror. A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal And in my best shoes I started falling forward down the street I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd And love followed just behind me, panting at my feet As the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud

By: Summer

Summer — Fri, 25 May 2012 05:54:47 -0800

I walked today on the cold grey shore where I watched when I was much younger while they built the dunes upon the sand for the dead from the Great Hunger for the dead from the Great Hunger. Although I was a doctor's son I gazed in fear and wonder as they perished from the raging plague that came in from the Great Hunger that came in from the Great Hunger. When I watched at the age of four in Eighteen Forty Seven the mounds they built upon the shore. They seemed to point to heaven they seemed to point to heaven. But the wind and the rain they have worked away. Now the dunes are uneven and the children kick the sand around and the bones they are revealed then and the bones they are revealed then. My brothers and sisters died. My mother only four and twenty and I alone survived to see the potatoes grow in plenty the potatoes grow in plenty. They stole our grain as we died in pain to put upon their tables. The dying covered the dead with sand and danced while they were able and danced while they were able. While the fiddler played we drank poitin and ate the last of the berries. Then knelt and said the rosary round the mounds of dead we'd buried round the mounds of dead we'd buried. I saw dark shadows rise up from the sand and dance all around the dunes and they danced the rattling dance of the dead to a set of mournful tunes to a set of mournful tunes. A crack of lightening split the sky. The rain on the dunes it poured. I left them lying where I shot them down the bailiff and the landlord. Then I went for a drink in Westport. I walked today on the cold grey shore where I watched when I was much younger while they built the dunes upon the sand for the dead from the Great Hunger for the dead from the Great Hunger. The Dunes, Shane Macgowan

By: stormpooper

stormpooper — Fri, 25 May 2012 06:18:18 -0800

My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hon. and the tear jerker... It's time for the perculator \m/

By: h00py

h00py — Fri, 25 May 2012 06:23:04 -0800

I am repeating myself but these lyrics kill me every time I think of them - And when I see you, you just turn around and walk away like we never met Oh, we used to be so brave! I dreamt the world stopped turning as we climbed the hill I dreamt impossible dreams that we were lovers still - Billy Bragg I like these too - I should be crying but I just can't let it show I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking Of all the things I should have said that I never said All the things we should have done that we never did All the things I should have given but I didn't Oh, darling make it go... make it go away. - Kate Bush

By: giraffe

giraffe — Fri, 25 May 2012 07:42:31 -0800

Needs more Weakerthans.

By: emmling

emmling — Fri, 25 May 2012 08:04:53 -0800

plane - 雨: 追いかけ　なぞった君のその影... うつむいて　君の名を呟いていた降り続く雨は全てのものを悲しく映す WEAVER - ネバーランド: 白い雲を抜けてまた風が歌うよ NICO Touches the Walls - かけら～総べての想いたちへ～: 涙が滲んだアスファルトにまた花咲くよ今にも枯れそうな葉のしずくが囁く「ハロー」儚く季節は巡っても君を想っているよ伝えたいんだこの目に映るもの「ハロー」その目を逸らさないで嵐 - FACE DOWN: It's like a supernova next to the door

By: stupidsexyFlanders

stupidsexyFlanders — Fri, 25 May 2012 08:43:32 -0800

Underspent, too young too. I stumbled onto a picture of you You wild bitter tale All cherry oak and tears, as the branches looked in Summer is dying We are too, dear. Turn out the lights And let that silent light in.

By: stupidsexyFlanders

stupidsexyFlanders — Fri, 25 May 2012 08:45:31 -0800

~~Turn out the lights~~ Turn back the drapes

By: byanyothername

byanyothername — Fri, 25 May 2012 09:30:32 -0800

No one is angry, just afraid All interventions are full of love All are free [No One is Angry, Just Afraid]

By: jimmythefish

jimmythefish — Fri, 25 May 2012 10:49:12 -0800

God bless the great indoors.

By: elmono

elmono — Fri, 25 May 2012 11:42:52 -0800

Baby let's go out tonight It will all turn out all right I'm sure Don't want to drink at home again tonight So let's go out Let's go out tonight It's getting dark earlier now But where you are it's just getting light Where you are it will just be getting light the triffids - tender is the night (the long fidelity)

By: quiet coyote

quiet coyote — Fri, 25 May 2012 13:25:12 -0800

Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadium The music and medicine you needed for comforting

By: wallstreet1929

wallstreet1929 — Fri, 25 May 2012 14:02:01 -0800

I'm going to be a happy idiot And struggle for the legal tender Where the ads take aim and lay their claim To the heart and the soul of the spender And believe in whatever may lie In those things that money can buy Thought true love could have been a contender Are you there? Say a prayer for the Pretender Who started out so young and strong Only to surrender

By: timsneezed

timsneezed — Fri, 25 May 2012 16:07:21 -0800

Elliott Smith -- Waltz #1 Every time the day Darkens down and goes away Pictures open in my head Of me and you, silent and cliché All the things we did and didn't say Covered by what we did and didn't do Going through every out I used to Cop to make the repetition stop What was I supposed to say? Now I never leave my zone We're both alone, I'm going home I wish I'd never seen your face

By: timsneezed

timsneezed — Fri, 25 May 2012 16:12:54 -0800

Stephanie Says Stephanie says that she wants to know Why she's given half her life to people she hates now Stephanie says when answering the phone What country shall I say is calling from across the world But she's not afraid to die the people all call her Alaska Between worlds so the people ask her 'Cause it's all in her mind it's all in her mind Stephanie says that she wants to know Why it is though she's the door she can't leave the room Stephanie says but doesn't hang up the phone What sea shell say is calling from across the world But she's not afraid to die the people all call her Alaska Between worlds so the people ask her 'Cause it's all in her mind it's all in her mind They're asking is it good or bad It's such an icy feeling It's so cold in Alaska it's so cold in Alaska It's so cold in Alaska

By: timsneezed

timsneezed — Fri, 25 May 2012 16:14:35 -0800

"True Faith" -- New Order I feel so extraordinary Something's got a hold on me I get this feeling I'm in motion A sudden sense of liberty I don't care 'cause I'm not there And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow Again and again I've taken too much Of the things that cost you too much I used to think that the day would never come I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun My morning sun is the drug that brings me near To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear I used to think that the day would never come That my life would depend on the morning sun...

By: maryr

maryr — Fri, 25 May 2012 20:29:43 -0800

There was a Waltz #1? Huh.

By: bigbigdog

bigbigdog — Fri, 25 May 2012 22:20:20 -0800

You used to dream yourself away each night To places that you'd never been On wings made of wishes That you whispered to yourself Back when every night the moon and you Would sweep away to places That you knew Where you would never get the blues Well now, whiskey gives you wings To carry Each one of your dreams And the moon does not belong to you But I believe That your heart keeps young dreams Well, I've been told To keep from ever growing old And a heart that has been broken Will be stronger when it mends Don't let the blues stop you singing Darling, you've only got a broken wing Hey, you just hang on to my rainbow Hang on to my rainbow Hang on to my rainbow sleeves

By: bigbigdog

bigbigdog — Fri, 25 May 2012 22:22:58 -0800

I drive alone, home from work And I always think of her Late at night I call her But I never say a word And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder And I can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay She serves him mashed potatoes And she serves him peppered steak, with corn Pulls her dress up over her head Lets it fall to the floor And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit And all the most exotic places they are cultivated

By: threeants

threeants — Sat, 26 May 2012 14:13:01 -0800

Bruce Cockburn: Nothing worth having comes without some kind of price Gotta kick at the darkness til it bleeds daylight

By: Brak

Brak — Mon, 28 May 2012 15:37:59 -0800

I think i spent the dog food money But he'll love me just the same If you really love me baby Help me scrape the mucus off my brain

By: ifjuly

ifjuly — Mon, 28 May 2012 16:03:28 -0800

hm, as far as turns of phrase go and not lyrics wholesale (like, say "Heroin")... the good: I'll make you lick my injuries How young are you/How old am I/Let's count the rings/around my eyes he used to be a real scene-stealer, a ravenous babyeater he's only ever comfortable in his car/and he hates driving I am the passenger/I stay under glass/I look through my window so bright/I see the stars come out tonight/I see the bright and hollow sky/over the city's ripped backside/and everything looks good tonight/and everything was made for you and me/all of it was made for you and me/so let's take a ride and see what's mine now color me depressed/all my nerves got undressed I didn't know what a brute I was/I dipped my cigarette and rode the bus it looks a lot like engine oil and tastes like being poor and small/and popsicles in summer feel the stick of legs leaving vinyl/the sweat of closeness, the waves of nausea I am so angry/I am so at ease/I feel just like some great big disease and I have read the right book/to interpret your look/you were knocking me down with the palm of your eye you change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold she said, there's a lot of things I'd like to do, there's a lot of things I'd like to do/and boy, one of them's not you oh you've got the darkest eyes I have never seen a man/in such bad shape as when you are through with him/you say it is to find who won't change you/I am that man the sky was full with a gray winter light/and each freezing degree made its target that night/the pulse of the snow was the pulse of diamonds/the pulse of the snow was the pulse of twilight/and you wear it in your hair like a constellation/and we both swear by the size of that moon/that the sky will sing tonight darling you are one of the bad women... take out the garbage on Tuesday nights/seems like the small things are the only things I'll fight/see monkey, do monkey, story of my life/send three bucks to a comic book, get a house, car and wife once you've left a a lonely rage on its own, it grows/and dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows I clean the house, I put all your books in an order/I make up a colorful border/I clean my mouth/'cause froth comes out/send it up on fire, death before dawn he belongs to someone else/I know how she spells her name you let go of my hand, and acted like we'd never touched/like some harbor a ship never brushed What did you get for your dishes and sweat? Oh, Missouri... 3 inches above the floor/man in a box wants to burn my soul/and I'm tired underneath the Star of David/a hundred years behind my eyes/and with my half of the ransom/I bought some sweet, sweet, sweet sunflowers/and gave them to the night oh the Cascades, the Cascades/where the rivers are like moving lakes/oh the Cascades, oh the Cascades/where it's dark and wet/and you can disappear without a trace so I picked her up at St. Mary's/she was skinnier than before when you hit me, I fell down laughing/when you kissed me, I cried/when you killed me, I was happy/when you left me, I died we ate Soda, the embassy cat/poor Soda's coda, no more de Capo, she's decapitated/running 'round the room half baked, the other half is bacon...but Soda had a heart of gold/the ambassador's wife had the liver/"please deliver us from evil" she cried if I were a photographer/picture-taking, beautiful people/I guess I'd make a mistake 'cause I'd probably take a picture of you all the things that people do in winter/they all melt down in summer/things a mirror should say/on a very hot day/been crying in my eyes/vacation, vacation, vacation they all come and peep through a hole in the wall/just watch his heart undressing you held me so fucking tight/I need somebody strong tonight grace, did you desert me/just 'cause I's flirting with the past? too many people know your first name/I'm just one, and after a while I can't bring myself to say it and when it lands/will my eyes be closed or open? (the lyrics to Sugarcubes' "Birthday" are also pretty vivid and wonderful; they always remind me of Pippi Longstocking somehow) will you still love me in December/I could sleep many days and it wouldn't make a difference without you she summered every winter through a calendar from paradise/'I was here' she scribbled in a restroom to prove she was alive contemplating suicide or a graduate degree I was alright, sitting stoned like a jewel-eyed baby five miles high/falling down/in a bloody mary throat open to the cut of winter/if only just to feel alive somebody said you got it together/as if I'd never been alive/weak fireworks eclipsed in the trauma/another year does suicide I'd shake from your spell if it weren't for my drinking/the wind bites more bitter with each light of morning Tori Amos is incredibly self-indulgent when it comes to lyrics, but it's exactly that sort of process that lets some real gems fall through. Bobby's collecting bees and hammers/he used one on me/Cold War with little boys/get in with a bubblegum trade And it's cheating/miscredit really, because it's an openfaced quote from Desert Hearts, but she reached in and placed a string of lights/around this heart of mine That part in "Ex Factor", the you said you'd die for me/why won't you live for me is great in a plainspoken-but-dead-on way. I also love S PRCSS's pomo lyrics on MNML--shout outs to Debord, Six Finger Satellite, and 90-minute mix tapes!--but it's hard to take them apart like this. And like Joe Pernice but different somehow, Kristin Hersh is a master at linked evocations with turns of phrase (similar to the wizardry of This Heat at times). you're so tall/it's like I climb a waterfall between the tall buildings are snow-coated alleys/between us is nothing but grace you're one in a million, you're one in two you can't let any more skin show/you can't let anything in your eyes show, no no no the bad: This weekend I was at an amusement park (long story) that seemed to only play the same three songs, including some newish "romantic" Train song with a line that evokes venereal disease (my love for you went viral) while attempting to sound hip and with it. Hilarious. And you gotta love the simulacra-y goodness of a pop song that goes, with a straight face, my love for you is like a love song, baby and whose only other lyrics appear to be beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep. On the ride home, I was also reminded of many Misfits gems. Come back little raven/and bite my face...I'm on the corner, slashed my heart for fun/I'm not alive for anyone. Just brilliant! There's also always "Mmmbop" and peaches come from a can... And it's not on par with the rest or anything, but as radio pop music goes I gotta say I was impressed with Gaga's Russian roulette is not the same without a gun/and baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun. I also always enjoyed Janet Jackson's coyly smutty I'm not the kind of girl who likes to be alone.

By: ifjuly

ifjuly — Mon, 28 May 2012 16:24:36 -0800

a gun in the closet, clean snow in my bed/the paths in the forest/are tainted bright red my hips shape a cradle/my heart is full of milk...baby I'm dying to feel your weight on me lay me down in the summer breeze/where young girls find new lovers/wash my face with a white chemise/leave your coat as a cover here I'm allowed everything all of the time oh the heat is so great/it plays tricks with the eye/turns the road into water/and water to sky I squint at the muscular motel light and say hey, good morning/as she jumps her keys jingle and she leaves as quickly as she came in/and I roll over and taste the pillow with my grin she is selfish, she is kind/no one can say 'she is mine' come on liquor, make it quick/kill the action for me, kill the action for me now/think of nothing, that's the trick/kill the action for me, kill the action for me now and love will protect you to the edge of the wood/and a monster will get you/and love does no good strangled by the great love in your heart his little heart, it beats so fast/and I'm ashamed of running away oh I dream a highway back to you, love/a winding ribbon with a band of gold John, he's kicking out the footlights/the Grand Ole Opry's got a brand new band/Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand I think I'll move down to Memphis and thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue my head is empty/my toes are warm/I am safe from harm she stands next to the cigarette machine/'this device has got it made' she thinks/it has a cast iron stomach/but a camel for a heart The Cure's "Plainsong" also comes to mind. And given context the countup at the end of Le Tigre's "Bang! Bang!" is one of my favorite lyrical moments.

By: Mid

Mid — Mon, 28 May 2012 16:49:13 -0800

A smile on a dolphin is a built-in feature. They swim around in schools, but everyone's a teacher. Some day, Mr. Dolphin, I know I'm going to meet ya. [just one lyrical atrocity of RHCP.]

By: ifjuly

ifjuly — Tue, 29 May 2012 14:23:37 -0800

the face forgives the mirror the worm forgives the plow the question begs the answer can you forgive me somehow