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What band do you think has the best lyrics?

In my opinion Aus-Rotten does, I'm yet to hear better lyrics.



Sexist Appeal

Saturated with sex stereotypes gender roles reinforce inferiority
Exploiting anatomy, exploiting sexuality, preying on insecurities
Force fed proper mannerisms, treated different from the date of birth
Raised as men's servants who should never question their own sense of worth

Conditioning children with anorexic plastic of 'perfect' feminine traits
Learning how to hide any blemishes, meeting standards men create
Painting flesh like painting a picture that subliminally suggests
To equally conditioned men that women are just there for sex
Striving to achieve the super model image the media project
Spending countless hours enhancing a look instead of self respect
Eating disorders insuring beauty and endangering health
When living life behind a mask you cant expect to know yourself
When women are taught one way to act and men are taught another
The ability to accept and tolerate is absent from each other
Without understanding or communication the result too often is
Bigotry by ignorance unintended prejudice
Any man that would treat a woman as property you keep
is nothing but an ignorant bigot that can only see skin deep
having a relationship of inequality, treating a woman as a possession
taking advantage of devotion using emotions as a weapon
violating another's personal rights as if they never mattered
every day that begins with this conditioning ends with another woman battered
taught how to act, taught how to think
taught how to feel, told by another gender
sexist appeal dehumanizes women molding an image
making the body more important then what the person is
taught to pretend, taught to please
taught to conceal, told that you must surrender
sexist appeal demoralizes men, distorting their view
making the body the most important part to pursue
initiating a chase that relies on deception
hoping persistent efforts will overcome rejection
conditioned by images lusting for sex
haunting men's thoughts of who they'll bed next
taught how to act, taught how to think
taught how to feel, told by another gender
sexist appeal dehumanizes women by abusing sexuality
another person's body shouldn't be viewed as a trophy
taught to pretend, taught to please
taught how to feel, told that you must surrender
sexist appeal demoralizes men, encouraging rape
another persons body is never for anyone else to take
treating a fellow person without any respect
condemning behavior as if the woman asked for it
society's distorted our judgement with what they suggest
why take no for an answer when no really means yes

we've heard it all so many times before
stop treating women like some trashy cheap whore
or a virgin that must lead to a sterile life
a surrogate mother under the disguise of the word wife
they make the rules but yet they don't play fair
forcing sexual stereotypes that make us all aware
of every single one of our failures in the eyes of society
telling me that I'm not quite what I'm supposed to be
I'm not married with two children or single with a career
I'm not drowning in some mortgage or living in financial fear
I don't cower as I walk home all alone throughout the streets
I refuse to be treated like a piece of trumped up meat
I turn away from the billboards that extol the latest fad
Of looking like a junkie in the Calvin Klein ad
Now its time to get beyond all of our rage and pointing fingers
To see through the lies no matter how much it lingers

As long as I can remember Ive been a victim of mans lies
And in turn Ive victimized women through ignorant naive eyes
When overlooking personality in the person im seeing
Then my attraction becomes the exploitation of another human being
In my heart I know equality but conditioning affects my brain
So without complete understanding oppression will remain
For as enlightened as I may consider myself I still have much to learn
And since actually achieving equality still is a concern
I must open my mind to the opinions that women would suggest
Because they're the ones who understand sexual oppression best
As a man im part of the problem that's something I must accept
Unless through education I can evolve towards a mutual respect
Everyone of us should realize how our struggle now relates
And how as equals we can destroy what society dictates
We can hopefully find a way to respectfully co-exist
And then eliminate the biggest prejudice that exists

because this is not about man vs. woman or woman vs. man
but human to human as we struggle to understand
were living life suspiciously believing there's no one we can trust
they're dividing the population the system is destroying us
profiting from this division and the line of thinking that's been bought
if equality is ever to exist we have to unlearn what we've been taught
bigotry by ignorance unintended prejudice

Yeah, some of those lyrics are wrong but I'm too lazy to fix them.

Look no further than the angry samoans

I'm in love for the first time
I'm in love with your mom
Got a lump in the pants for her
I am the Son of Vom

Making out
Shacking up
your Jazz is really hot
But your mummy
is so yummy
She's something you are not
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOM

got my hands on your knockers
Yours are better than some
Yours have never had milk
Not like the ones on your mom

Highschool english
You got an A
You knew your Dickens plot
But your mom
Has been to college
You're just a dropout twat
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOM

I got my fingers in you baby
Wish they were in your mom
Suckin on her nips thats right
and her suckin on my prong!
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOM

Every night
I get a hard
I beat it till I'm sore
you wonder why
I'm often limp
It's cause I want her more
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOM

If you are being sarcastic, EMMah, that is the funniest post i have read all day. If not, well...

I wasn't, I think they're great.
To each his own.

A little too "hit you over the head with a hammer" obviousfor my taste.
Reads more like an essay than a song.
And a junior-high essay at that.

sorry

Me too.
Nothing personal there, emmah.

What about my lyrics?

i dont like perverted stuff...

Hahaha whatever, I'm not gonna go cry about it :p

Sexuality isn't perverse!

well its very distasteful...

What's distasteful about feeling a desire for the woman who gave birth to your girlfriend?

it sounds like one of those 'my brother's friend's punk band' kind of songs. Its just terribly stupid and very obvious to put in this thread...

Yeah, that's exactly what it is...but the Angry Samoans were the originals of that style.

The Angry Samoans were a "west coast" Beastie Boys in the early 80's.

In fact I wouldn't be surprised if the Samoans didn't influence the Beastie Boys.

And yes, I do think they're the greatest lyrics ever.

Xiu fucking Xiu

Apistat Commander:
up, along the rocks,
it's good, it's not so hard now.
up, I bite my tongue, who cares?
this chance to drop off
all that you left you left for someone all of this hurt that's wilted off
all this relief, it's the oddest thing
oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
Chen, he'll never come that's fine,
I lost my thought
Wei, Huai could talk me down
still, still this chance to drop off


Helsabot:
I did something bad
I got in a fight
about drugs
kicked him in the neck

I am helsabot
I am all you're not
but you wish you were

I am working hard
don't you laugh at me
I am helsabot
alcohol fueled robot

I take off my clothes
then I say to joe
"do your pants ever just fall off?"
a menage-et-trois' fine

I am helsabot
I am all you're not
but you wish you were

I am working hard
don't you laugh at me
I am helsabot
alcohol fueled robot

Hives Hives:
put that gun to my temple
put that gun to my heart
make me walk off the plank chi cha
all always in to the dark

A I D S H I V
i cannot wait to die
can’t you tell
can’t you tell
can’t you tell


never finish my degree cha chi
never play with the Pogues
throw my head out the window and
cement my feet into the dark

Suha:
black lung got you down tonight
saving it all for work
suha pins her arms to her side
watching her twin want to die

i hate my body, i hate the desert
please let me escape
when will i be going home
i hate my husband, i hate my children
i’m going to hang myself
when will i be going home

black hair got you down tonight
black love black cuts from your work
weep like the busted girl you are
wash down your hope in that car

my name is suha, i’m 25 years old
i’m going to hump a cop
when will i be going home

I could go on forever with this.

Arab on Radar did it better.

Arab on Radar had 15 years and the internet to help them out ;)

Exactly. Eric Paul was a sex-god.

dylan, duh.

jeff buckley, rufus wainwright, and a bunch of others.

Here are some honorable mentions:
Cat Power - Back of Your Head, You May Know Him, etc.
Antony and the Johnsons - Entire I Am A Bird Now cd
Sufjan Stevens - He Woke Me Up Again, Romulus, John Wayne Gacy, jr.
Arab on Radar - God Is Dad, Mind Is A Muffler, Capt Mouth
others I will think of later.

Sorry, but I love Bright Eyes' lyrics.

"You turn on a spindle. You’re so much looser now, but you’re not explaining how you gained such new repose. I touch the clasp of your locket, with its picture held, some secret you wouldn’t tell but let it choke your neck. So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide, solids changing into light, with a burst of heat so bright. Well fine, don’t you do what I want you to. Don’t degrade yourself the way that I do, cause you don’t depend on all the shit that I use to make my moods improve.

Near a sea of pianos, there were waves of chords that crashed against the shore in one huge and useless roar. And there were girls bringing water, like a dream they came to cure the fever of my brain, and soothe my burning throat. And they made me a necklace, hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets, and placed it round my neck, and they were singing, “Don’t you do what you’ve wanted to. Yeah, don’t destroy yourself like those cowards do, and maybe the sun keeps coming up because it has gotten used to you and your constant need for proof.”

i like bright eyes also. connor oberst has way too many haters in my opinion

pavlov hits me with more bad news
every time i answer the phone
so i play and i sing and i just let it ring
all day when i'm at home
a defacto choice of macro
or microcosmic melancholy
but, baby, any way you slice it
i'm thinkin i could just as soon use
the time alone
yes, the goons have gone global
and the CEOs are shredding files
and the democrins and the republicrats
are flashing their toothy smiles
and uncle tom is posing for a photo op
with the oval office clan
and uncle sam is rigging cockfights
in the promised land
and that knife you stuck in my back is still there
it pinches a little when i sigh and moan
and these days i'm thinkin i could just as soon use
the time alone
cuz all the wrong people have the power
of suggestion
and the freedom of the press is meaningless
if nobody asks a question
i mean, causation by definition
is such a complex compilation of factors
that to even try to say why
is to oversimplifly
but that's a far cry, isn't it dear?
from acting like you're the only one there
unrepentantly self-centered and unfair
enter all suckers scrambling for the scoop
exit mr. eye contact
who took his flirt and flew the coop
but whatever
no matter
no fishin trips
no fishin
cuz mamma's officially out of commission
and did i mention
in there
somewhere
did i mention
somewhere
in there
that i traded babe ruth?
yes, i traded the only player that was bigger than the game
and i can't even tell you why
cuz you'd think i'm insane
and that's the truth
and the music industry mafia is pimping girl power
sniping off their sharpshooter singles from their styrofoam towers
and hip hop is tied up in the back room
with a logo stuffed in its mouth
cuz the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house
but then
i'm getting away from myself
as i get closer and closer to home
and these days i'm thinkin
i could just as soon use
the time alone
an i must admit
today my inner pessimist
seems to have got the best of me
we start out sugared up on kool-aid and manifest destiny
and we memorize all the president's names
like little trained monkeys
and then we're spit into the world
so many spinny-eyed t.v. junkies
incapable of unravelling the military industrial mystery
preemptively pacified with history book history
an i've been around the world now
and i can see this about america
the mind control is steep here, man
the myopia is deep here
and behold
those that try to expose the reality
who really try to realize democracy
are shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets
while the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet
behind a wall
behind a moat
and that is all
that's all she wrote
an my heart beats an sss o o o sss
cuz folks just couldn't care care care less less less
as long as every day is superbowl sunday
and larger than life women in lingerie
are pouting at us from every bus stop
shelovesme shelovesmenot shelovesme shelovesmenot...
and "big government should not stand between a man and his money"
cuz "what's good for business is good for the country"
our children still take that lie like communion
the same old line the confederacy used on the union
conjugate liberty
into libertarian
and medicate it
associate it
with deregulation
privatization
we won't even know we're slaves
on a corporate plantation
somebody say hallelujah!
somebody say damnation!
cuz the profit system follows the path of least resistance
and the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked
makes it serpentine
capitalism is the devil's wet dream
so just give me my judy garland drugs
and let me get back to work
cuz the empire state building
is the tallest building in new york
and i always got the feeling
you just liked to hear it fall
off your tongue
but i remember my name
in your mouth
and i don't think i was done
hearing it close to my ear
on a whisper's way to a moan
but pavlov hits me with more bad news every time i answer the phone
so i play and i sing and i just let it ring all day when i'm at home
a defacto choice of macro
or microcosmic melancholy
but baby, any way you slice it
i'm thinkin i could just as soon use
the time alone

Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame

I agree that Conor is a good songwriter, especially when it comes to lyrics. I can't be bothered posting any of his shit, though.

ha! there's proof. bob dylan discovered america. not columbus

Haven't got a lot to learn
And my eyes they stray again
Looking for a satellite
In the rays of heaven again

There's no other ending
Sunday sun
Yesterdays are ending
Sunday sun

Jealous minds walk in a line
And their faces jade the strain
Stranded in infinity rooms
And they're safe from any harm

There's no other ending
Sunday sun
Yesterdays are mending

"they asked me for some collateral, and i pulled down my pants"
that is one of dylan's most genius lines.

Xiu Xiu lyrics is mostly pretty sick

beck rocks

oh and i think connor is a genius. hes got some great lyrics.
possibly one of the most important voices of our generation.


just an opinion.

Importance, how?

ok maybe not important...
but i dont know, i think people will be talking about connor for years to come

Everything by The Velvet Underground I mean comon guys Lou Reed is the fucking MASTER of genius lyrics!

The Velvet Underground - Heroin
I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death
And you can't help me not, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet silly talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off than dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town
And all the politicians makin' busy sounds
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

'Cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead
Then thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know

And some of Kurt cobain's are nice.
I SAID SOME!!! I know most of it is shit.

Pretty much anything by Nick Cave.

Are you the one that I've been waiting for?

I've felt you coming girl, as you drew near
I knew you'd find me, cause I longed you here
Are you my desitiny? Is this how you'll appear?
Wrapped in a coat with tears in your eyes?
Well take that coat babe, and throw it on the floor
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?

As you've been moving surely toward me
My soul has comforted and assured me
That in time my heart it will reward me
And that all will be revealed
So I've sat and I've watched an ice-age thaw
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built
Out of longing great wonders have been willed
They're only little tears, darling, let them spill
And lay your head upon my shoulder
Outside my window the world has gone to war
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?

O we will know, won't we?
The stars will explode in the sky
O but they don't, do they?
Stars have their moment and then they die

There's a man who spoke wonders though I've never met him
He said, "He who seeks finds and who knocks will be let in"
I think of you in motion and just how close you are getting
And how every little thing anticipates you
All down my veins my heart-strings call
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?

Or Cowboy Junkies


Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning

Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
hits me straight in the eye
guess you forgot to close the blind last night
Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me

I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
the sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
the kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
but I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon

Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
maybe I'll add a little T.V. too
No milk! God, how I hate that
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning, `Jen how'd ya get it?'
she says, `Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand'

Lunchtime. I start to dial your number
then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
and anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
than go through all that shit again

There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
and this spell won't be broken
by the sound of keys scraping in the lock

Maybe tonight it's a movie
with plenty of room for elbows and knees
a bag of popcorn all to myself,
black and white with a strong female lead
and if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave

Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
how strange these streets feel
when you're alone on them
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
So I lower my head, make a beeline for home
Seething inside

Funny, I'd never noticed
the sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
but there are some things that can never be forgiven
and I just gotta tell you
that I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed

Belle and Sebastian

"Expectations"

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've gotta go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you want to work in Debenham's, 'cause that's what they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor

And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you wanna be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While you're cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt

Hey you've been used
Write a song, I'll sing along
Are you calm? Settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've gotta go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you wanna work in C&A, 'cause that's what they expect
Move to Lingerie and take a feel off Joe the Storeman

Tell Veronica the secret of the boy you never kissed
She's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
'Cause you can't afford a blazer girl you're always wearing clogs

At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Head of English gets you, asks you, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
"Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside."
You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right