Favourite lyrics....

[jagovale]

they say that damp records the past .if that so i ve got the biggest library yet

[in the paddock]

Stop dreaming of the quiet life cos it's the one you'll never know

[in the paddock]

Up above the streets and houses

 

Rainbow flying high!

[BrayfyBoy]

If it wasn't for bad luck,

I wouldn't have no luck at all.

 

Cream - Born Under a Bad Sign

[Pete T]

If it wasn't for bad luck,

I wouldn't have no luck at all.

 

Cream - Born Under a Bad Sign

 

Copyright - John Virgo.

[fairportnick]

Red hair and black leather , my favourite colour scheme.

 

Richard Thompson - Vincent Black Lightning

[KidsgroveVALE]

why does every thread have to turn into board bashing? give over.

 

Who are you? - The Who

[May93]

sometimes i don't thrill you,

sometimes i think i'll kill you.

but don't let me phuk up will you,

cos when I need a friend it's still you.

 

Dinosaur Jr - Freak Scene

[macca_pvfc]

"im not been mean infact im really quite polite..all im trying to say is that you wont catch her on mastermind!" the rifles..one night stand

[Lovetrap.]

Apolgies folks,have to provide the whole lyric as the whole track is poetry,reflecting the state of the world:

 

Fugazi:

 

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell

Extinguishing the fires in a private hell

Provoking the heartache to renew the licence

Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule

Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience

Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover

Baptised in the tears from the real

 

Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race

Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth

Caress Ophelia's hand with breathstroke ambition

An albatross in the marrytime tradition

Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion

Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation

She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart

She hung herself around my neck

 

From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles

Safe and dry in my sea of troubles

Nine to five with suitable ties

Cast adrift as their side-show, peepshow, stereo hero

Becalm bestill, bewitch, drowning in the real

 

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now

Praying deportation for his sacred cow

A legacy of romance from a twilight world

The dowry of a relative mystery girl

A Vietnamese flower, a Dockland union

A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs

Magdalenes contracts more than favours

The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat

 

A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard

Graffiti conjure disciples testaments of hatred

Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges

This is Brixton chess

 

A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle

A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin

He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call

And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

 

Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends

While his generation digests high fibre ignorance

Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows

Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens

Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens

Waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration

Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane

Do you realise? Do you realise?

Do you realise, this world is totally fugazi

 

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets

To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary

 

 

 

Lyrics: **** Fish

Music: ****, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas

[Valiant Haze]

A traffic jam when you're already late

A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break

It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife

[Memphis]

A traffic jam when you're already late

A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break

It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife

 

None of which are ironic, just a coincidnece and/or bad luck!

[Valiant Haze]

Woke up this morning and your trophy was gone

Ooh we chirpy chirpy cheep cheep

[Soul Intent]

None of which are ironic, just a coincidnece and/or bad luck!

 

Haha, yeah this is ace: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n***VSTkAXg

[ItWasTheLightsThatDidIt]

William Blake's lyric for Jerusalem