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I apologise for the Subject.  It's late.

A "post some lyrics that you think are worth posting" thread.  I've always liked this song, especially the end 'FOR TONIGHT!  WE *RIDE*!'  Upon reading them closely, just now, I found myself giggling a bit and thinking "Oh, this is apt".  And no, I didn't type them up, but the formatting is appropriate.

We Ride by Strapping Young Lad (from their damn-near-perfect Alien album)

Very apt.  I shall acquire an mp3.

Planes Mistaken For Stars - 'Spring Divorce'
Long time favourite, with an unfortunatel amount of meaning at present:


Cornered, drawn and quartered
You’ve forever bound this beast to you
And when we sleep, it sharpens its teeth
And licks its jowls and threatens to gnaw free

Oh my angel, are you scared, are you scorned
Has your faith been shaken to deeply to ignore
There’s one step stolen for every taken forward
There’s two lives and three prides breaking
If you’re keeping score
And oh my angel, are you sick or are you bored
Of the lines we’ve drawn to fall in
When the feelings more than we can afford

Just past the point where I let go
Lies a truth and a love
Bigger than what you alone
And bigger than what I alone
Will ever know
Lover don’t go

Are you scared, are you scorned, are you sick, are you worn?
Do you feel cheated, do you feel robbed, is this not what you signed up for?
My love, oh my love….

'Mr. Bones' by Throwing Muses

Wake up now, I wanna wake up now
I wanna wake with your weight on me, arms around
My favorite sound you make

I could sleep, if I could only think
I'm not alone with these stars on me
Diamond heat, cuts me deep
You know

Wake up now, why don't you wake up now
Look my heart's almost breaking, I know that now
Oh but I don't know how
I can give up all this sinking, so wake up now
Why don't you wake with your weight on me, arms around
My favorite sound, you make

'The Necropolitan' by Discordance Axis:

poisoned waves of chloroform salt the air without desire
manifest in numb
mephisto in basalt expressed in numbers
this alias my orthodox a full sense surround

the last few years have seemed a lifetime

(sincerely) alone again i masturbate
but it feels more like rape

lie back and bask in the sunshine
even it doesn't make me seem more alive
poisonous cares without words are expressed
how do i resist this polite feign of death?
touch me, oh please, i need to know this is real
and if it's not, is it better to pretend?

violent angel
infected with madness, fed only scorn

worthless object
follow the bloodtrail that leads to my heart
i turned it to stone so you couldn't bleed another drop
try and you try, there is a part of me still that will never die.

Yep, DxAx. I start as I mean to go on.

Having finally managed / remembered to track down a copy of the album 'Goat' by the excellent The Jesus Lizard, I encountered for the first time the song Then Comes Dudley.


Dudley tearing someone a new asshole?   This song was recorded in 1991.  Maybe people CAN be psychic!

It seems to be a song about a serial murder-rapist with carnivore-hypocrisy guilt issues.

So Dudley?

I have no guilt issues.

Good-o.  And if you did, I'm sure your conscience would forbid you to not confess.

Hooray!  I've just watched this week's Stewart Lee's Comedy Vehicle show, and was most amused that he mentioned The Jesus Lizard (the band what done 'Then Comes Dudley'), and then commented that only a very limited subset of folk would get it.

But not us!  No!  Hooray!  You're welcome!

Pig Destroyer - 'Starbelly', from Prowler In The Yard:

Progress comes in bloody waves
The sword swings broad for blood it craves
The pawns toil hard for dying dreams
We televise their bloody screams


Leftover Crack - Feed The Children (Book Of Lies)


I'm new here, Sheepeh asked me to join. CUS, I am an anarchist. we must discuss things.

*blink*

Er,  hello!  I am somewhat fearful what Sheepeh may have told you, but greatly intrigued and amused all the same.  If you are in the UK, fancy joining me on a protest when Thatcher inevitably gets a state funeral?

I run throughout the land, spreading the word of CUS.

Don't worry, though.  I didn't tell him about the time when you dressed up as Thatcher and pushed yourself down the stairs.

HAHAHAHAHA- wait, what?

you wasted life, so why wouldn't you waste death?

Runcle has been listening to Modest Mouse, and I claim my five pounds.  Either the last album or the one before it.  The one before it I think.  Is it The Ocean Breathes Salty?

yup. been tempted to buy a ticket for their gig in december or november or whenever it is, then realised I've no money. the stooges playing raw power tickets come out tomorrow, no idea how ill buy them.

This just about sums up me, my life and, well, everything at the minute really - The Dismemberment Plan 'The Other Side' (Change LP)


There are times when you will not like the sound of my voice
there are days when a warm look from a strange face will make me forget my name
there'll be nights when you wonder where the party's at now
and you wonder why you never split this beat scene when a higher life awaits
there'll be days when you don't know how you picked the wrong life
in a second when it's over in our own minds -- and it's gone without a sound
there are fights that'll hear things that we know we don't mean
and we say 'em 'cos we don't know what we both want and we can't get to the other side

There are years that'll fly like wind across a flood plain
unaware of its own weight, free of friction, and immune to its own speed
there are weeks that'll crawl like slugs across a hot road
only moving 'cos it just don't know how to stop on a search for God knows what
and there are songs that'll make your skull ring like a dropped cup
Resonating with the reasons why you worked through -- and the reasons why you stayed

For the long nights when you found a new resolve that I never knew was there
For the cold eye and the warm embrace now
For the righteous vibe that I need like the air I breathe

There are times when you'll think you've got my funny number figured out
there'll be days when I don't feel like I ever knew you all that well and there are lines, drawn around, behind, above and over everyone
in an effort to figure out the place and time, the right, the wrong, the yours, the mine, and I'll be damned if I feel like I will ever know anything
but if don't keep moving on that last hill,
we'll never know what's on the other side