"We've done this so many times before/Now it's lost all meaning"

It's from Favourite Lyric Thread off my eponymous debut.

but i've been hoping for another to pop up to post these lyrics from nervous eaters' 'girl next door':

"i want a little more
from the girl who lives next door
uh-oh, we just met
my pants are soaking wet
from this girl"

simple, effective, brilliant.

I said, you don't know me now, but pretty soon you will, so won't you let me see your naked body?"

and people say Leonard Cohen's a miserabilist.

"Well my adrenaline was curdling like cream,
as I was being led by the hand,
through the sounds of sirens,
and the distant noise of some drunken jazz band."

It's the most beautiful song about hiring a prostitute I've ever heard.

.. but how to die (..die..die..die.)
What do your hissy-fits teach you except how to cry (..pussy cry, yeah..)"

[female voice: viewers of a weak disposition,
might want to turn away now]
[male voice: uno, dos, tres, siete]

Bear Force 1
Bear Force hoo hah hoo hah
Bear Force 1
Boys hoo hah hoo hah

Bear Force 1
Bear Force hoo hah hoo hah
Bear Force 1 [Bear Force 1 yeahh]
Boys boys hoo hah hoo hah
Boys boys

Give a bit of mmm to me
And I’ll give a bit of mmm to you
[x2]

ooh its so good, its so good, its so good, its so good, its so good.
ooh im in love, im in love, im in love, im in love, im in love.

you make feel
[cant understand]
[x2]

Boys.
Boys.
Boys, boys, boys.

Gimme summer time love
gimme summer time love
Boys, boys, boys.

Let the summer time roll
let the summer time roll
Boys, boys, boys.

We’re looking for a good time
Boys, boys, boys.

Get ready for our love
Boys, boys, boys.

We’re looking for a good time
Boys, boys, boys.

We’re ready for your love
[cant understand]

I’m so glad dontchya know [?]
I aint ever gonna let you go
dont go !
[x2]

Now all I know
Is that to me
You look like you’re lots of fun
Open up your lovin arms
Watch out here I come
come, come, come, come,
come, come, come.

ba da ba la
[x2]

You spin me right round baby
right round
like a record baby
right round, round round
[x2]

I want your love

Bear Force 1
Bear Force hoo hah hoo hah
Bear Force 1 [ooh whoa whoa yeah]
Boys hoo hah hoo hah
boys hoo hoo
bear hah force 1

[male voice: the bear force 1 has left the building]

but from the same album i'd go for:

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I defined these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

and

i wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck

by wilco.

A combination of a sentence broken up to form a rhythm.

And you are a poem - little pieces of my senses broken up to form an image.

(Bear vs Shark - Ma Jolie)

The other ones that get stuck in my head always seem to be by Blood Brothers:

Everybody needs a little devastation.

The only thing that makes our blood feel like blood, is stealing cars and watching lighting bolts fuck.

She falls in love with the sound of ships sinking.

'i'm just like a bad actor falling,
falling in love with you,
you know i'd do anything for you,
what do you want me to do?
i've burned all my bridges and i'm stranded,
i'm joking on my own,
i'm wider than the atlantic,
the distance between us grows...'

I stepped into an avalanche,
It covered up my soul. (L. Cohen)

or

I hurt myself today
To prove that I still feel (T. Reznor)

I stepped into an avalanche,
It covered up my soul. (L. Cohen)

or

I hurt myself today
To prove that I still feel (T. Reznor)

Every love that made me lose my reasoning,
every line that made my conscience ache,
every day spent counting hours – well, none of them come close
to singing back a song inside my head.

Every night when the sun went down in the town where we lived
The empty streets were lit up by reflected light from a distant sun
Bouncing off a glowing ball of rock and we just laid on the roof
And watched the moon, the moon, the blue light of the moon
We didn't talk and silently we both felt powerful
And, like the moon, my chest was full because we both knew
We're just floating in space over molten rock
And we felt safe and we discovered that our skin is soft
There's nothing left except certain death
And that was comforting at night out under the moon

At 10 I shaved my head and tried to be a monk
I thought the older women would like me if i did
You see ma, I'm a good little boy
It's all your fault, momma it's all your fault
goddamn, this business is really lame
I gotta live on an island to find the juice
So you send me your love from all around the world
As if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams
oh how I need a hand in mine to feel

Oh what would you of done
Oh what would you of done
With a gift so damn ambiguous
It could be an apple or a gun.

Apple Or A Gun by volcano!

"transient jet-lag ecto-mimed bison, this is the haunt of roulette dares, rouse of meta carpi, caveat emptor! To all who enter here"

You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering
What you had, And what you lost
And what you had, And what you lost

Fleetwood Mac ftw. "But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness like a heartbeat, drives you mad", just incredible. In my top 5 songs ever for sure.

You just kind of stare at me.

eat a sandwich, by Battles

So I guess the party line is I followed you up here.
Well, I don’t know about that.
Mainly because knowing about that would involve knowing some pathetic, ridiculous, and absolutely true things about myself that I’d rather not admit to right now.
Woke up at 3 A.M. with the radio on, that Gladys Knight and the Pips song on
About how she’d rather live in his world with him
Than live in her own world alone
And I lay there, head spinning, trying to fall asleep
And I thought to myself: “Oh, Gladys, girl, I love you but, oh—get a life!”

Even though she's 29.

"You're on your own again, and you're your best again
That's what you tell yourself..."

All in the delivery... all in the delivery.

I've met someone that makes me feel sea sick.

"Come sail your ships around me,
and burn your bridges down.
We make a little history, baby,
every time you come around.
Come loose your dogs upon me,
and let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
every time you come around.

Your face has fallen sad now,
for you know the time is nigh
when I must remove your wings,
and you, you must try to fly."
-- Nick Cave, "The Ship Song"

"I am the beast that feeds the beast
I am the blood, I am release
Come make me pure, bleed me a cure
I'm caught under...
Caught under wheels' roll
I take the leech, I'm bleeding me
Can't stop to save my soul
I take the leash that's leading me
I'm bleeding me, I can't take it
Caught under wheels' roll,
the bleeding of me."
-- Metallica, "Bleeding Me"

"Even though my eyes are hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow,
where you been don't bother me or bring me down with sorrow
I don't even mind who you'll be waking with tomorrow
Mama, you're just on my mind."
-- Bob Dylan, "Mama, You Been on My Mind"

something by NMH or Bright Eyes, knowing me... *sighs*

When cecilia's throat slit like a second set of lips
she drooled braille bibles onto the brothel bed spread,
like an egg whose yoke defies child bearing hips.
Like a ghost who fears all of the deceased and dead.

The Locust's lyrics summarize quite alot of my thoughts, but negative aspects.

He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam football,
He got monkey finger he shoot coca-cola,
He say "I know you, you know me"
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free,
Come together right now over me.

aaaand...good.

"Jesus Christ, this Goddamn rain
Will someone put me on a train?
I'll never kiss your lips again
...or break your heart"

Words cannot describe the stab through my bitter old heart this man performs with the anguish, weariness and loss in his voice.

"My boyfriend loves beer and footy,
tonight I'm all alone.
Here I am his bit of totty,
ordering chocolate on the telephone"

The insghtful Schmoof.

'This negative energy only makes me stronger. You will not retreat. this band is unstoppable!'

Love it.

There is surely nothing worse than washing sieves
There is surely nothing worse than washing sieves
With the possible exception of being Garth Brooks
There is surely nothing worse than washing sieves

When you're down beside the lake you're sure to hear
When you're down beside the lake you're sure to hear
When you're down beside the lake you're sure to hear somebody say
Careful now that swan could break your arm.

Do you switch the kitchen light off with your chin
Do you switch the kitchen light off with your chin
When you're holding tea and toast and there's no one else about
Do you switch the kitchen light off with your chin

Before the gods that made the gods woke up
Before the gods that made the gods woke up
Before the gods that made the gods woke up and made the gods,
that's when you first got into the Manics.

Neil Young..

I'm singin' this borrowed tune
I took from the Rolling Stones,
Alone in this empty room
Too wasted to write my own.

But you have to remember there's this other kiss. She's at home, wondering where you are and what you're doing. And you work hard on this kiss and you know it inside out, it's as much yours as it is hers,And it took a long time to get right, it took months of practice and months of embarassment but now you've got it perfected and you've been looking forward to that kiss all week.

You can see her breath in the air between your faces as you stand in the leaves and she just asks you straight out if you want to come and stay at her flat. But you make sure you get separate taxis and you go home and there might be a slight regret and you might wonder what you missed but you have to remember the kiss you worked so hard on - and you'll know you've done the right thing.

"Memory will rust and erode into lists
of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of lonely;
Duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away."

Plus the rest of the song and/or practically every word John K. Samson has written post-Propaghandi. Sigh.

Beautiful
---------------
The morning light to wash your face
And everything is turning blue now
Hold on to your pillow case
There's nothing I can do now

As I say goodbye
To Ruby's arms
You'll fund another soldier
and I swear to god, by christmas time
There'll be someone there to hold you

The only thing I'm taking is the scarf off of your clothes line
Hurry past your chest of drawers
And your broken wind chimes
--------------------------------

Especially the last bit. It's brilliant.

My favourite parks are car parks,
grass is something you smoke,
birds are something you shag.
Take your "Year in Provence"
and shove it up your arse.

the words what are in john maus' 'just wait 'til next year' make my head reel.

braggster

i saw two shooting stars last night,
i wished on them
but they were only satellites
is it wrong to wish on space hardware
i wish i wish i wish you cared

I'm crossing the street to get away from
a mangy dog
Talking to myself in a monologue
I think what I need is a full length leather coat
Someone just asked me if I'm registered to vote

from "Highlands", Bob Dylan

has its thorn,like every day has its dawn,
just like every cowboy, has a sad sad song,
every rose has its thorn.

beautifully crafted,expertly delivered.
pure poetry

Take up tai chi
Now your favourite pet has died
We had crazy fucking times
'Till her visa card expired