The random lyrics post

Every beach has a clown who thinks he knows it all (hang-ten outta santa fe when surf comes out tomorrow lets go)
and he's always practicing his cowabunga call (cowabunga)
but he'll never scramble when the big waves start to roll
cause there's nothing worse than a gremmie out of control
gremmie out of control
gremmie out of control
there's nothing worse than a gremmie out of control
the kids always know that gremmie's talk is cheap (ride the hula-han over the pipeline bonsai to the saddle bowl)
oh they just try to ignore this ugly creep (cowabunga)
his board is always full of dings
cause he's always doing stupid things
and there's nothing worse than a gremmie out of control
gremmie out of control
gremmie out of control
there's nothing worse than a gremmie out of control
gremmie out of control
gremmie out of control
there's nothing worse than a gremmie out of control
there's nothing worse than a gremmie out of control
there's nothing worse than a gremmie out of control

Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer
threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think
you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We've got five years, that's all we've got

Five Years - Bowie *

U

thought it was easy to fall in love but you you you
you're different this much i know yea you you you
it might be your guile it could be your mind
it might be the way you take your time
oh you you you
you it's you it's you you you
oh you it's you it's you you you
i never know how much to say with you you you
i like to go deep but is it safe with you you you
it might be your needs it could be your eyes
it might be the way you sympathize
oh you you you
you it's you it's you you you
oh you it's you it's you you you
you break laws and pay no fines
you get yours and then get mine
i don't think it's easy to stay in love
but you you you you
but you yes you it's you you you
you it's you it's you you you
ah you
it's you
it's you
it's you
ah you you you yes you
with you you you you ah

Know a man, his face seems pulled and tense
Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds
So I approach with tact
Suggest that he should relax
But he's always moving much too fast
Said he'll see me on the flipside
On this trip he's taken for a ride
He's been taking too much on
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
There he goes...

He's yet to come back
But I've seen his picture
It doesn't look the same up on the rack
We go way back
I wonder about his insides
It's like his thoughts are too big for his size
He's been taken... where, I don't know?
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
And there he goes...

And now I rub my eyes, for he has returned
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
For he still smiles...
And he's still strong
Nothing's changed, but the surrounding bullshit that has grown
And now he's home
And we're laughing like we always did
My same old, same old friend
Until a quarter-to-ten
I saw the strain creep in
He seems distracted and i know just what is gonna happen next
Before his first step
He's off again........

Nice one Jason. I almost posted that song yesterday.

Highway run
Into the midnight sun
Wheels go round and round
You're on my mind
Restless hearts
Sleep alone tonight
Sendin' all my love
Along the wire

They say that the road
Ain't no place to start a family
Right down the line
It's been you and me
And lovin' a music man
Ain't always what it's supposed to be
Oh girl you stand by me
I'm forever yours...faithfully

Circus life
Under the big top world
We all need the clowns
To make us smile
Through space and time
Always another show
Wondering where I am
Lost without you

And being apart ain't easy
On this love affair
Two strangers learn to fall in love again
I get the joy
Of rediscovering you
Oh girl, you stand by me
I'm forever yours...faithfully

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Faithfully, I'm still yours
I'm forever yours
Ever yours...faithfully

Journey's Faithfully written by Jonathan Cain

Come on now, don't you want to see
This thing that's happening to me
Like Moses has power over sea
So you've got power over me

Come on now, don't you want to know
You're a refuge, somewhere I can go
You're air that, air that I can breathe
You're my golden opportunity

And oh, oh yes I would
If I only could
And you know I would
And baby I, oh baby I
I wish

Come on now, don't you want to see
Just what a difference you've made in me
I'll be waiting oh no matter what you say
Cause I've been waiting for days and days and days

And oh, oh yes I would
If I only could
And you know I would
And baby I, oh baby I
I wish
I wish

oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh
If the sky's gonna fall down, let it fall on me
If you're gonna break down, you can break on me
If the sky's gonna fall down, let it fall on me
If it's gonna rain down, it can rain on me
It can rain on me



Moses ~ Coldplay

Here's one just for you, Aye. Every time I watch it I laugh my ass off.


Meet me, meet me, meet me, meet me, meet me don't beat me
Just meet me at the waffle house
I'm a mouse from Ecuador
You're a duck and you're a duckie whore
You like to suck duck dick all day
I like to suck mouse dick all day too
That don't mean I am a jew
I am a rat bastard and I'm a rapper
That's a crapper

But ya know what?
My rhymes are fluent so I don't wanna lie
I just wanna give you a pizza pie
And say, "That's amore!"
That's a whore-A
Suck my dick all in it's glory
It's only 3 inches but that's okay
You could fit it in your throat....peace
And you don't have to worry about anything
It's a nice, tiny, little package

And ya know what?
It's all yours for the small price of $29.99
So let's go do some lines
Or we can not do drugs
And we can just chill out with my thugs
From Westchester, the best chester
We've got all the honkies in the world
We like to take little girls on the zone coaster
And then put 'em in the toaster until they're nice and brown
Until they hear the nice sound of me rhymin'
On timin'

And I said I want the diamonds
I want the duckets
I want the buckets
I wanna just say, "fuck it, mom"
I don't wanna go to bed
Let me stay up another hour
I'll take a shower in the mornin' before I go to school
Mama, why you such a fool?
Why you gotta play me?

I ain't gay, G.....my dad is
That's why he likes to fuck with other men
That's why he looks like a little hen
That's why he likes to fuckin' say he knows about Yen
Why he's never been to Japan
So take the frying pan and slap me with it
Man, that's what you wanna do
I know...I learned it from you dad
I learned it from you
That's why I do this
That's why I drink Cris
That's why I drink piss from old businessmen
When they piss in my mouth and treat me like you dad
Like you, you, you

I wanna be a jew like Sammy Davis, Jr.
Oh my god....I like Jr. Mints
Let's talk about that for a second
Before I fuckin' wreck it
I wanna eat butter pecans
And I wanna change my name to Stan the Man
And I want a golden hen for my birthday
Daddy, I want the golden goose
Daddy, I want a golden moose
Daddy, I want you to nail me in the caboose with your fuckin' console
I wanna Ronsole, oh Ronsole
I hate you Ronsole

I hate when I make up new words
But I don't hate when I make up new birds
That's a flying Pikamoonununu
That's a flying Plukalakalaka
Oh new birds I love thee
Oh I love money and I love Sunny D
Fuck the grape stuff or the purple stuff or the nurple stuff
I just want the orange stuff
I want the white stuff in my hair
I don't use Nair on my back
But I'm a monkey and I get funky
And I'm a junky but that's sooooo gravy
Like a train
Like the insane motherfucker from New York
Come with it while I spit it
While I get with it
I'll fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for you
For you and your crew
And I'll just say it's so breezy easy
I like peezy.....it's a funny word
I like funny words
I like funny words
Amen.


Crispy ~ Andy Milonakis

The Way We Get By
Spoon

we get high in back seats of cars
we break into mobile homes
we go to sleep to shake appeal
never wake up on our own
and that the way we get by
the way we get by
we go out in stormy weather
we rarely practice discern
we make love to some wierd sin
we seek out the taciturn
and that the way we get by
the way we get by
We found a new kind of dance in a magazine
try it out its like nothin' you ever seen
you sweet talk like a cop and you know it
you bought a new bag of pot
so lets make a new start
cause thats the way to my heart
and that the way we get by
the way we get by
we get high in back seats of cars
we put faith in our concerns
fall in love aw down on the street
we believe in the soul of ourselves

Speak to me in a language I can hear
Humour me before I have to go
Deep in thought I forgive everyone
As the cluttered streets greet me once again
I know I can't be late, supper's waiting on the table
Tomorrow's just an excuse away
So I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own
The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet
At the blasphemy in my old jangly walk
Steeple guide me to my heart and home
The sun is out and up and down again
I know I'll make it, love can last forever
Graceful swans of never topple to the earth
And you can make it last, forever you
You can make it last, forever you

And for a moment I lose myself
Wrapped up in the pleasures of the world
I've journeyed here and there and back again
But in the same old haunts I still find my friends
Mysteries not ready to reveal
Sympathies I'm ready to return
I'll make the effort, love can last forever
Graceful swans of never topple to the earth
Tomorrow's just an excuse
And you can make it last, forever you
You can make it last, forever you



Thirty-three ~ Smashing Pumpkins