The Bus

So the idea is to paste lyrics of songs you're currently listening to. That's all. Oh, and don't put the artist or song. That way people can't pre-judge the lyrics.

Or at least spoiler the artist.

And you don't have to put the whole song.

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You can fake it for a while,
Bite your tongue and smile,
Like every mother does an ugly child.
But the stars are leaking out,
Like spittle from a cloud,
Amassed resentment pelting ounce and pound.

You're entertaining any doubt,
Because you had to know that I was fond of you,
Fond of Y-O-U,
Though I knew you masked your disdain. (La-de-de-de-da)
I can see that change was just too hard for us,
Hard for us.
You always had to hold the reigns,
But where I'm headed, you just don't know the way.

So affections fade away,
and do adults just learn to play
the most ridiculous, repulsive games
On the faith of ruddy sons,
And the double-barreled guns,
You better hurry,
Rabbit, run, run, run.
'Cause mincing you is fun,
And there's a lot of hungry hatters in this world set on taking it over
but brittle, thorny stems,
They break before they bend,
And neither one of us is one of them.

And the tears will never mend,
'Cause you had it in for me so long ago.
Boy, I still don't know,
I don't know why and I don't care,
well hardly anymore,
If you'd only seen yourself hating me.
Hating me,
When I've been so much more than fair.
But then you'd have to lay those feelings bare,
one thing I know still got you scared,
Yeah all that cold ire
And never once aired on a dare

You had to know that I was fond of you,
Fond of Y-O-U.

So I took your licks at the time,
and a change like that is just so hard to do,
Hard to do.
Don't let it whip-crack your life,
And i'll bow out from the fight,
those old pious sisters were right
The worst part is over,
Now, get back on that horse
and
ride.

Giantrobo

May I also suggest not including or spoiler the Chorus especially if it uses the song title because obviously that's a dead give away.


It was long after midnight
When we got to unconditional love
She said, 'Sure, my heart is boundless
But don't push my limits too far'
I said, 'If love was so transcendent
I don't understand these boundaries'
She said, 'Just don't disappoint me
You know how complex women are'

I'll be around
If you don't let me down too far
I'll be around
If you don't let me down

It was just before sunrise
When we started on traditional roles
She said, 'Sure, I'll be your partner
But don't make too many demands'
I said, 'If love has these conditions
I don't understand those songs you love'
She said, 'This is not a love song
This isn't fantasyland'



I'll be around
If you don't push me down too far
I'll be around
If you don't push me down

Love is blind if you are gentle
Love can turn to a long, cold burn...


Title:

7Keys

Blood brothers of angels, now hear us!
We earthbound, your offspring, don't fear us!
God willing, we'll rise up, be near you,
So open your arms now and take us!

So we're braving our dreams like the Icarus of old
The plans we made for the bold and the blue wide beyond
There's nowhere to hide, there's no going back now!

As the wind whips over the hillside,
Twenty knots over Kill Devil Hill,
Steady wind blows over the sand,
Twenty knots over Kill Devil Hill,
As the breeze whips straight as an arrow,
Let it go over Kill Devil Hill,
Gasoline and wind in the wires,
Kill Devil Hill and the way to the stars...

We stand on the seashore and wonder,
What madness, what secrets we plunder?
Our failure we run from discovery,

The wreckage of heaven lies on your sand,
First chance is abandoned,
With woodstring and wire, we can barly control her desire,
for destiny's arrows!

As the wind whips over the hillside,
Twenty knots over Kill Devil Hill,
Steady wind blows over the sand,
Twenty knots over Kill Devil Hill,
As the breeze whips straight as an arrow,
Let it go over Kill Devil Hill,
Gasoline and wind in the wires,
Kill Devil Hill and the way to the stars...


Where are those secrets, holding our dreams?

Where are those secrets, holding our dreams?

Where are those secrets, holding our dreams?

Where are those secrets, holding our dreams?

Michael Corvin

This song is a long one, so I'm only posting the last verse of the song:

III. REVELATION

Way off in the distance I saw a door
I tried to open
I tried forcing with all of my will but still
The door wouldn't open

Unable to trust in my faith
I turned and walked away
I looked around, felt a chill in the air
Took my will and turned it over

The glass prison which once held me is gone
A long lost fortress
Armed only with liberty
And the key of my willingness

Fell down on my knees and prayed
"Thy will be done"
I turned around, saw a light shining through
The door was wide open

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Artist/Song

Luther Heggs

A dozen drops fall from your face
Shaking the rain in a quiet place
Shining clean a fresh new day
Wakes up the world in a fragrant bouquet
Listen to the sound of a constant fall
Skies give water for life of all
If you reach into the air
Rain will come to kiss your hair
Listen to the sound of a constant fall
Skies give water for life of all
If you reach into the air
Rain will come to kiss your hair

Michael Corvin

I like that one Luthor. Who is it?

Luther Heggs

Jandek "Nancy Sings," from 1982's Chair Beside a Window.

Rypro 525

California sun has sunk
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel alright

Will every crimmin' hood make a bargain with the world
Seats are successive when you're shot to the curb
I spend my day in blindness, at night I get my vision
Dodgy, cause there are no one indecision
Cause it's wild, well it's wild, wild, wild, wild

California sun has sunk
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel alright

I get destructive outside obedience
I am no longer respected in this new transition
I put into effect, my long time standard
Disastrous living, disastrous living!
Cause it's wild, cause it's wild, wild, wild, wild

California sun has sunk
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel alright

Cause it's wild, cause it's wild, wild, wild, wild

California sun has sunk
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel alright
[2x]

Feel alright!

Giantrobo

This is it. This is it.
This is life, the one you get
So go and have a ball.

This is it. This is it
Straight ahead and rest assured
You can’t be sure at all.

So while you’re here enjoy the view
Keep on doing what you do
So hold on tight we'll muddle through
One day at a time, One day at a time.

So up on your feet. Up on your feet
Somewhere there’s music playing.
Don’t you worry none
We’ll just take it like it comes.



Song:

The Bus

I've been waiting for this moment all my life, but it's not quite right.

Dan1boy

*gold star for the day for anyone who can name the band*


Alright now boys and girls we've got another story for you now!
We want to introduce to you another friend of the Bible!

Hell yeah

If I were God there would be no explicit sex on T.V.
Like little Opie eating pie when he made it with Aunt Bea

If I were God thou shall not worship false Billy Idols
And thou shall add the Book Of Flavor Flav to the Bible
Thou shall make fun of Hindus thou shall not make a "Speed 2"
If I were God that's what I'd do, Heavens no

Hell yeah

If I were God I'd get a bunch of slaves to do everything
Norwegian lesbians that feed me grapes and know how to sing

If I were God thou shall not wear tube socks with Flip-Flops
Thou shall sit and thou shall spin thou shall even wife swap
Thou shall resist the Olsen Twins, thou shall not cut "Footloose"
If I were God that's what I'd do, Heavens no

Hell yeah

And when they nail my pimpled ass to the cross
I'll tell them I found Jesus that should throw them off
He goes by the name Hay-Zeus and steals hubcaps from cars
Oh Hay-Zeus can I borrow your crowbar?
To pry these God damn nails out they're beginning to hurt
Crucified and all I got was this lousy T-shirt
"I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!" I'll sing as I'm flogged
Yeah that's what I would do if I were God
So vote for me for Savior and you'll go to Heaven
Your lame duck Lord is like Kevin Spacey in "Seven"
With creepy threats of H-E-Double-Hockey-Stick
You just can't teach an old God new tricks
But would I be a good Messiah with my low self-esteem?
If I don't believe in myself would that be blasphemy?
Just sport some crummy "holier than thou" facade
Yeah that's what I would do if I were God

Jason

Above the wreckage of your mortal world I stand
Judgement passed delivered by his hand
Now clear the smoke, there the ashes stand
A fitting tribute to mortality and man.
What was written foretold in dreams,
in visions apocalypse now seen.
And all self-righteous fools who lived and blasphemed
Drink the wine of his anger
Die with the beast

Vindication, he is coming on the clouds
See his angels, hear their trumpets sound.
The day of anger when the stars fall from the sky
The moon turns red, the sun turns black as night.
Know the end is coming, heed this sign
By the morning star the four horsemen ride.
Revelation, the chosen saved
Earth be cleansed in a blaze
Armageddon, the first trumpet blows
Hail, fire and blood fall on Satan's throne.

His hair as white as wool, his eyes like burning flame
He is the first and last, he brings the seven plagues
Seven stars of seven cities in his hand
He holds the keys of death for the underworld and man
Know the end is coming, heed this sign
By the morning star he four horsemen ride
Revelation, the chosen saved
Earth be cleansed in a blaze
Armageddon, the first trumpet blows
Hail, fire and blood fall on Satan's throne.
Revelation, the chosen saved
Earth be cleansed in a blaze
Armageddon, the first trumpet blows
Hail, fire and blood fall on Satan's throne.

LorenzoL

I bet we've been together for a million years
And I'll bet we'll be together for a million more
Oh It's like I started breathing on the night we kissed
And I can't remember what I ever did before

What would we do baby without us
What would we do baby without us
And there ain't no nothing we can't help each other through
What would we do baby without us. Sha-la-la-la

If it's absolutely perfect, the last puzzle piece
And it all just comes together like we had it planned
Ooh, It's like when we share a secret we could never tell
'Cause no one else but you and me could understand

What would we do baby without us
What would we do baby without us
And there ain't no nothing we can't help each other through
What would we do baby without us. Sha-la-la-la

You've got my number, and I know you know it
And I'm stickin' with you 'til the end
Ooh, I'm in trouble if I ever lost you
I'd spend my whole life looking for you again

You've got my number, you've got my number, you've got my number

What would we do baby without us
What would we do baby without us
And there ain't no nothing we can't help each other through
What would we do baby without us. Sha-la-la-la

You've got my number, you've got my number, you've got my number. Sha-la-la-la
You've got my number, you've got my number, you've got my number. Sha-la-la-la
You've got my number, you've got my number, you've got my number. Sha-la-la-la

Luther Heggs

Whenever there's trouble
We're there on the double
We're the Bloodhound Gang



I can't say that my life is a bore
I'm a different kind of whore
I don't get fucked by Spartan girls
I get fucked by the world
I don't get fucked by male master spies
I get fucked right between the eyes
I can say that my life is a war
I'm a different kind of whore
I don't get off on cheap surprise
I seek the scourge and I seek the prize
I don't need money anymore
I'm a different kind of whore

The Bus

All the rainbows in the sky
Start to weep then say goodbye.
You won't be seeing rainbows any more
Setting suns before they fall, Echo to you that's all that's all

Sean O'Hara

I’m pre-meditating crime of a personal kind
I’m about to go out of my mind
I’m just about sick to death of taking breath
And walking this line of mine
Now, folks that know what’s good for them
Are good at ignoring them
But I just can’t put these thoughts down
I’m harrowed and abused
And broken and pursued
By this notion that follows me around

My heart is hurting
My spirit’s burdened
I feel like a liar and a thief
For taking air
For being here
Unwanted
I look for my final release

Goodbye, goodbye, California
Goodbye and I’ll be moving on
I sang you my songs
I know I’m wrong
Fare thee well
And I’ll be moving on

When I’m dead and gone
My immortal home
Will hold me in its bosom
Safe and cold
No more desires
Will light their fires
Or disturb my immaculate calm
And the birds of the air
And the beasts of the soil
And the fishes of the desperate seas
Will know who I am
And our substance will expand
As part of everything

As part of everything, my God
As part of everything
And the clouds will roll
And the wind will blow
And the beautiful birds will sing

Goodbye, goodbye, California
Goodbye to your waving trees
To you succulent wind
And all my friends
Fare thee well
Goodbye
So be it
Amen

The Bus

Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

Dr Mabuse

A digital murder
Programmed by mathematical terrorists
Outside of mortal boundaries
Silently hacking
A binary plague
Serving information
This is the time of the hacker
This is the code of the hacker
This is the hacker
An algebra of fear

Within the language of machines
Uninfringed by human emotions
Within global systems
Silently moving
A digital maze
Cutting information
This is the way of the hacker
This is the extremity of the hacker
This is the hacker
Protect now
Or be erased forever

A binary virus
Unleashed by subversive programmers
Inside corporate systems
Silently eating
The endemic wave
Erasing information
This is the sign of the hacker
This is the genius of the hacker
This is the hacker
Learn now
Or be cut down forever

DJLinus

I remember too many drinking songs
When I broke the bottle the drink was all gone
It’s a curse or worse the wine stained letters at the bottom of your purse
That say, "I miss hanging with you"
"I miss laying with you"
I don’t want to grow old drinking
But I want to grow old drinking with you

I know too many drinking songs
When I broke the bottle the songs were all gone
I’m uphill until I crack my skull on the wagon wheel
But still I miss driving to you
I miss riding with you
I don’t want to grow old drinking
But I want to grow old drinking with you

You bring the bottle, I'll bring the glass
We'll scrape the bottom and swallow the bitters past
I don't want to grow old just drinking
I could grow old drinking with you

I remember too many drinking songs
When I broke the bottle drink songs they'd both gone
It's a curse or worse the wine stained letters at the bottom of your purse
That say, "I miss hanging with you"
"I miss laying with you"
I don't want to grow old drinking
But I want to grow old drinking with you

You bring the bottle, I'll bring the glass
We'll scrape the bottom
And swallow the bitters past
I don’t want to grow old drinking
But I want to grow old drinking with you
I don’t want to grow old always drinking
I could grow old drinking with you
Drinking with you
Drinking with you
Drinking with you
Drinking with you

The Bus

I'm on a party line,
Wonderin' all the time,
Who's on the other end?
Is she big, is she small?
Is she a she at all?
Who's on my party line?

Dr Mabuse

Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.

Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time to choose
A way to lose
But she believes.

Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the plan
For lilac time.

If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
And all night shows
In summertime.

Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn't sure.

For when she thought of summer rain
Calling for her mind again
She lost the pain
And stayed for more.

Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the ban
On feeling free.

If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
I don't suppose
It's meant for me.

Oh, how they come and go
Oh, how they come and go

parrotheads4

Here I am, lost in the light of the moon that comes through my window
Bathed in blue, the walls of my memory divide the thorns from the roses
It's you and the roses

Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow
Heal me from all this sorrow
As I let you go I will find my way when I see your eyes
Now I'm living in your afterglow

Here I am, lost in the ashes of time, but who wants tomorrow?
In between the longing to hold you again
I'm caught in your shadow, I'm losing control
My mind drifts away, we only have today

Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow
Heal me from all this sorrow
As I let you go I will find my way
I will sacrifice 'til the blinding day when I see your eyes
Now I'm living in your afterglow

When the veils are gone as I let you go, as I let you go

Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow
Heal me from all this sorrow
As I let you go I will find my way, I will sacrifice
Now I'm living in your afterglow

Bathed in blue, the walls of my memory divide the thorns from the roses
It's you who is closest

dick_grayson

(Now I'm going to give you a second chance. This is the formular in which you can articulate the very worst kind of anxieties, fears, short circuits between all possible relationships and by singing it with me you'll resolve all those things and everything will be straight. You will be straight as you ever been, you can really look at the person next to you and things will be so good, really.)

No, it wasn't any good
there's no reason why you should remember me (4x)

Once more

No, it wasn't any good
there's no reason why you should remember me

That's relly good. Things are a lot better now.

When I was in Edmonton about a year and a half ago I was greeted at the airport by two young girls who were wearing miniskirts and they said to me that they had introduced the miniskirt to Edmonton. And they took very very good care of me and I wrote this song for them. It's called The Sisters Of Mercy...

Luther Heggs

I'm in the one-room apartment, located in the basement under the Polish National Church.
It used to be a club...
And then a mental health outpatient clinic...
Now, I call it home.

There's a king-sized mattress in the middle of the room,
Where me and the big fat lead singer from Canned Heat
Finish up an afternoon of incredibly hot sex.
Boy does he have a big one.

Joining us for late afternoon tea in a 4-way
Is my old next-door neighbor Jimbo and his wife,
Who is a chicken.

Since I'm the only woman there with hands,
I soon find myself fully occupied.
I can't help but wonder how Jimbo and his wife had their baby,
Who had been sleeping next to us, but had since fallen onto the floor.
She must be able to change forms, back and forth.
And what about chicken pussy?
Is it enticing?
I mean what's the story?

Me and the guy from Canned Heat climb into a nondescript 4-door sedan.
We drive up the hill and around the sleepy suburban neighborhood.
We can't help but notice all the beautiful pine trees that abound.
I see all the housewives, through their kitchen windows,
Making dinner...
For their husbands...
Who should be returning home from work just around this time.
I start to feel cheap.
Is this the fulfillment of a fantasy hoped for?

Tscott

The roads are the dustiest, the winds are the gustiest
The gates are the rustiest, the pies are the crustiest
The songs the lustiest, the friends the trustiest
Way back home (Back home)

The trees are the sappiest, the days are the nappiest
The dogs are the yappiest, the kids are the strappiest
the jokes the snappiest, the folks the happiest
Way back home

Don’t know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I’m a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness

The grass is the springiest, the bees are the stingiest
The birds are the wingiest, the bells are the ringiest
(The hearts) the hearts the singiest
(The arms) the arms the clingiest
Way back home

(What about the sun) The sun’s the blaziest
(And the fields) The field’s the daisiest
(And the cows) The cow’s the graziest
(And the help) The help’s the laziest
The boys, are the wittiest
The girls, are the prettiest
Way back home

The pigs are the snootiest, the owls are the hootiest
The plant’s the fruitiest, the stars the shootiest
The grins the funniest, the smiles the sunniest
Way back home

Don’t know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I’m a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness

The food is the spreadiest, the wine is the headiest
The pals are the readiest, the gals are the steadiest
The love the liveliest, the life the loveliest
Way back, way back, way back, home
(No place like home) Home sweet home