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A song of a brittish band called Anathema (one of their older ones):

A Dying Wish

I bear the seed of ruin
A golden age turned to stone
Elysium... to dust

For this, a tragic journey
A vision of a dying embrace
Scattered earth
Silence...

Where Echonia wept
I sank into the silent desert

Fallen am I,
In solitude of a broken promise
...I cried alone
My empyrean is a scar
From the memory of her beautiful life
Forever was her name

Fulfilment lost in a lifetime of regret
Ornate peace would cover me
As I would die now...
For one last wish

But you see, here in America the attitude that is fed to us is that outside of America there live lesser people. "F*ck them, let them fend for themselves." No, F*ck you, they are you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us.

Immortal Technique, The Poverty Of Philosphy

The lines "It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine" come from an REM song (of the same name). Also someone made comment to a song called What's The Frequency Kenneth which is also by REM.

My favourite song lyrics would have to be:

"You made our babies go where no parent can follow.
The song remains the same
“For die we must', our heirs say. Drowning in sorrow forever left hollow...

The bullets you created, shall be used against you, by the people,
All the things you buried will be excavated and re-animated
Fear the future, fear the creed,
We all can see what's been concealed
Together we stand alone behind the lines
With our bare bones

One, two, three, four, what the hell're we fighting for, now
Five, six, lucky seven,
Stripmine your private road to hell.

Had we known how this ends in our defeat. I wonder…
Would we still have given you all the children you would ever need.

Always washed their minds, clean and white
Like papers you have signed
And people, a single mind, you feed the beast
Thus create a warlike feel"

Or

"If you go and have their way now,
you will never have your choice
Catch a breath of air in your lungs,
it might be your never get to
do it again because this is the end
Yesterday I saw a light, moving fast across the sky
Now I see a glow, left and right,
Stars are falling down tonight, I fear...
And the pouring rain, eating my green lawn,
leaving a stain
Never healing back to be the same
Please, tell me who won here tonight
The price, of winning worthless fight
We'll make the same mistakes again
Unless, this is truly the end"

I can see Paradise by the dash board light...

BOB Dylan

"It ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe, if'n you don't know by now.

Believe it or not this is part of a song.


I don't understand French, but if I could,
I would write beautiful songs about horrible things...
because it is said to be the language of love and romance...
and if love didn't exist, there wouldn't be any horrible things.
You must care to cry, love something in order to hate something...
You must have a heart in order for it to be broken.
Many people walk in a dream.
They feel entitled to happiness and feel anger when it is not waiting for them.
I know that the world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal.
It is our own perception we get to bend and mold to our liking-
once that is accomplished, the reality we once knew begins to change.
My neighbor may be dark and gloomy, but I find it a perfect day to go outside.
I can knock on his door, but that doesn't mean he will answer.
And I will have to walk away, sad, from his little house
where he sleeps and smokes and drinks all day,
just to escape what he does not yet know.
We find ourselves in little boxes watching little boxes.
We see an edited version of human life, targeted on alienating us as individuals,
to distract us from the seedy underbelly of politics and business.
We are products of a Machiavellian society.
Look at the pretty girl dancing- her hair is so shiny.
I want my hair to be shiny. Look at the man with chizzled features-
use the razor he is using. It will give you the kind of charm that woman crave.
Women will want you. Men will adore you. You will be happy. You will be empty.
Because it is not about the product, but the feeling they try to convey.
And it is not for your benefit, it is for the benefit of the holders of the company.
We must burn our little boxes. We must create dialogue.
We must realize the importance of every moment.
We must turn our boredom to gratitude.
Use your hands, your thoughts, your hunger.
These things are yours and yours alone.

Reckoner: Radiohead

"Reckoner,
you can't take it with you
disavow the pleasure.

You are not to blame for
bittersweet distractors.
Dare I speak its name?
Dedicated to all you
All your needs.

Because we separate
it ripples our reflections.
Because we separate
it ripples our refelctions.

Reckoner
Take me with you.
Dedicated to all you
All you needs."

Its 5 o clock on a friday morning
one hundred telephones shake and ring
one of them's from someone who knew you.....

and i still think of you on cold winter mornings darling
they remind me of when we were at school
when they never could presuade me that lives like yours
were in the hands of these erroneos fools
Guillemots - Trains to Brazil

Chilling, particularly after the horrific events in Mumbai the last few days. May we all die more pleasasnt deaths.

he woke up, the room was bare
didnt see her anywhere
told himself he didnt care,
pushed the windows open wide
felt that emptyness inside
to which he just could not relate
and thought about...
a simple twist of fate
Bob Dylan 0 Simple Twist of Fate


Dont you run back iside darling
you know just what im here for
so your scared and your thinking that
maybe we aint that young anymore
Show a little faith theres magic in the night
you aint a beauty but hey, your alright
and thats alright with me
Bruce Springsteen Thunder Road

The greatest anti war song everIMO

CIVIL WAR. Guns N Roses

What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men." *


Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before


Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before


My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars


D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land


And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war


Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more


My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars


"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer" **


I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war


I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway

This is one of my favorite songs.


I will meet you on the stairs,meet you just below the steeple
you can bring all of the people whom you think you can change.
We'll take the elevator down and thought your flesh is unaffected
you'll tell me just how scared you are to watch the others burn.
Watch the others burn.

And if the alter came to us, I don't believer our eyes would shutter
tongues knotted as we stutter
over prayers we'd swore we'd say.
If it was written in that book,
all the answers to the questions
maybe we'd find the time to read it before we die,
someday before we die.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead

'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
that you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x3]

We know all there is to know, a carpenter and a magician
bread and wine, and sins from which we must abstain.
That's what the stories said, they said that sins shall be forgiven.
So count your blessings and wait and take this name in vain.
We've got this all wrong
We must have made a mistake...
If there were holes in our hands, I don't believe,
I don't believe that anything would change.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead

'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
that you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x4]

I've never coveted nor killed and I was taught to say Amen.
I've read of bloody hands and incorruptibles.
I'm just hoping for the best...
I can't believe that you could say,
"The answers unlock this gate..."
'Cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead [x4]

'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
that you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x3]

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And, man, the poets down here don't write nothin' at all
They just stand back and let it all be.

And in the quick of the night
The reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand.
But they wind up wounded, not even dead.
Tonight
In
Jun-
gle-
laaaaaaaand.

-Bruce Springsteen, Jungleland



I built my house from barley rice
Green pepper walls and water ice
Tables of paper wood, windows of light
And everything emptying into white.

A simple garden, with acres of sky
A brown-haired dogmouse
If one dropped by
Yellow delanie would sleep well at night
With everything emptying into white.

A sad blue eyed drummer rehearses outside
A black spider dancing on top of his eye
Red legged chicken stands ready to strike
And everything emptying into white.

I built my house from barley rice
Green pepper walls and water ice...
And everything emptying into white

-Cat Stevens, Into White

Here are the lyrics by one of my favourite songs when it come to the construction of the lyrics.
It is called "The Cautionary Song" by The Decemberists and like with a lot of their material it is written about mariner life in time gone by. garrrr Jim Lad.


There's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping;
through the lights of Beacon Street and if you listen you can hear her weeping,
she's weeping,
'cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her petticoats.
And she's standing in the harbor and she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat.
See how they approach.

With dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their keeping.
A gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming.
And they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead.
And she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck.

And so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms are rudely pinioned.
'Til at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming minions, in their opinion.

And they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead.
And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbor where she goes to bed, and this is how you're fed.

So be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother, and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens,
remember what she does when you're asleep.

found an o.k version of this being played live.
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=FthTSUSgM ... re=related

And while I'm here I might as well add this is funny as hell lyrically:

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=awUHtbUE0q8

If any of you don't know what Civil War sounds like here is a great video clip on you tube. The song is set against the backdrop of some of the opening sequences from Saving Private Ryan. It shows hhe absolute futility of war.

Raz

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=E9VhD4SccSE

Anything by the Moldy Peaches.

"Who mistook the steak for chicken...."

I'm a chap who hardly ever wears anything but black. Im not a goth, i just feel comfortable in it. I often get grief from my friends for my attire, but i heard this song one day and if anyone says anything since i just quote them a line or two from it. It's tongue in cheek for me but it's good to have something to fire back at people who pick on the way you dress.

MAN IN BLACK - Johnny Cash

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.