Favorite song lyrics

[SteelCurtain]

Such a classic, Napo.

[Pyrrho]

No wonder the world is so filled with problems.  Everyone knows the greatest song lyrics are:


Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us
Why don't we do it in the road?

Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us
Why don't we do it in the road?

Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us
Why don't we do it in the road?

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

'The Sick Note', Pat Cooksey

*****

Dear Sir I write this note to you to tell you of my plight
For at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly grey
And I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today.

Whilst working on the fourteenth floor,some bricks I had to clear
To throw them down from such a height was not a good idea
The foreman wasn't very pleased, the bloody awkward sod
He said I had to cart them down the ladders in my hod.

Now clearing all these bricks by hand, it was so very slow
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below
But in my haste to do the job, I was too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.

And so when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead
I shot up like a rocket till to my dismay I found
That half way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.

Well the barrel broke my shoulder, as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with my head
I clung on tightly, numb with shock, from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks, fourteen floors below.

Now when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more
Still clinging tightly to the rope, my body racked with pain
When half way down, I met the bloody barrel once again.

The force of this collision, half way up the office block
Caused multiple abrasions and a nasty state of shock
Still clinging tightly to the rope I fell towards the ground
And I landed on the broken bricks the barrel scattered round.

I lay there groaning on the ground I thought I'd passed the worst
But the barrel hit the pulley wheel, and then the bottom burst
A shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a hope
As I lay there bleeding on the ground, I let go the bloody rope.

The barrel then being heavier then started down once more
And landed right across me as I lay upon the floor
It broke three ribs, and my left arm, and I can only say
That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.

*****

Boru

[Longhorn]

'Hey you, hey you, Devil's little sister
Listening to your Twisted Transistor
Hold it between your legs
Turn it up, turn it up
Low end is coming through
Can't get enough

A lonely life, where no one understands you
But don't give up, because the music do
Music do

Because the music do
And then it's reaching
Inside you forever preaching
Fuck you too
Your scream's a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted Transistor

Hey you, hey you, finally you get it
The world ain't fair, eat you if you let it
And as your tears fall on
Your breast, your dress
Vibrations coming through
You're in a mess

Hey you, hey you, this won't hurt a bit
This won't hurt a bit, this won't hurt
Says who? Says who?
Anesthetize this bitch
Anesthetize this bitch, anesthetize!
Just let me be
Between you and me don't fit'
- Korn, 'Twisted Transistor'

[Angrboda]

I try to pull my weight, study my geography
It doesn't seem to get me anywhere
I hold a picture up, everybody thinks it's me
I get a thrill out of tampering with the atmosphere

Hey baby, I'm out of favor
You can't always be the right flavor
It just seems that no matter what you do
Someone somewhere, someone's gotta punish you

Nobody hurts you, nobody hurts you
Well, nobody hurts you, nobody hurts you
Harder than yourself, harder than yourself
Harder than yourself, harder than yourself

~ Graham Parker - Nobody Hurts You


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrIGU0YlpnQ

[Longhorn]

'In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
And the sun
In my disgrace

Boiling heat
Summer stench
'Neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I'll hear you
Scream again

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won't you come?
Won't you come?

Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes
Far too long
For snakes

In my shoes
A walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings
Like you anymore

Hang my head
Drown my fear
'Til you all just disappear'
-Soundgarden, 'Black Hole Sun'

[dahrling]

I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way

So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing

Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way

... I'm not even kidding, I love this song

[c172]

I am the one and only
Nobody I'd rather be
I am the one and only
You Can't take that away from me

(approx)

[Exian]

In its early iteration, "Come on in my kitchen" was performed by the women of Blues, but was quickly adopted by notable blues men like Robert Johnson. It's a standard to this day. My favorite version is by Chris Thomas King, which these lyrics come from.

I love this song, because, to me, it takes the unavoidable longing to be loved, had, and accompanied, and takes a utilitarian approach to that end. "Look, we've both been shitty, and we might not love each other, but we don't have any other choice."

You'd better come on in my kitchen
Babe it going to be rainin outdoors

Ah the woman i love
Took from my best friend
Some joker got lucky
Stole her back again

You'd better come on in my kitchen
Babe it going to be rainin outdoors

Oh-ah she's gone
I know she won't come back again
I've taken the last nickel
Out of her nation sack

You'd better come on in my kitchen
Babe it going to be rainin outdoors

When a woman gets in trouble
Everybody throws her down
Lookin for her good friend
None can be found

You'd better come on in my kitchen
Babe it going to be rainin outdoors

Winter time's comin
Its gonna be slow
You can't make the winter babe
Thats dry long so

You'd better come on in my kitchen
Babe it going to be rainin outdoors

[abaris]

Yes sir, no sir

Where do I go, sir
What do I do, sir
What do I say
Yes sir, no sir
Where do I go, sir
What do I do, sir
How do I behave
Yes sir, no sir
Permission to speak, sir
Permission to breathe, sir
What do I say, how do I behave, what do I say
So you think that you've got ambition
Stop your dreaming and your idle wishing
You're outside and there ain't no admission to our play
Pack up your ambition in your old kit bag
Soon you'll be happy with a packet of fags
Chest out, stomach in
Do what I say, do what I say
Yes, right away
Yes sir, no sir
Where do I go sir
What do I do sir
What do I say
Yes sir, no sir
Permission to speak sir
Permission to breathe sir
What do I say, how do I behave, what do I say
Doesn't matter, who you are
You're there and there you are
Everything is in its place
Authority must be maintained
And then we know exactly where we are
Let them feel that they're important to the cause
But let them know that they are fighting for their homes
Just be sure that they're contributing their all
Give the scum a gun and make the bugger fight
And be sure to have deserters shot on sight
If he dies we'll send a medal to his wife
Yes sir, no sir
Please let me die sir
I think this life is affecting my brain
Yes sir, no sir
Three bags full, sir
What do I do, sir, what do I say
What do I say, how do I behave, what do I say

The Kinks - Yes Sir, no Sir.