kylie, i'll never be able to think of that song "for once in my life" without thinking of justin guarini.
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Ah, Butterfly- that kicks major ass. Great song.
Another one of my Tori faves is Sister Janet.
master shaman, i have come
with my dolly from the shadow side
with a demon and an englishman
i'm my mother
i'm my son
nobody else is slipping the blade in easy
nobody else is slipping the blade in the marmalade
all the angels all the wizards, black and white
are lighting candles in our hands
can you feel them, yes, touching hands before our eyes
and i can even see sweet marianne
sister janet you have come
from the woman clothed with the sun
your veil is quietly becoming none
call the wanderer he has gone
and all those up there are making it look so easy
with your perfect wings
a wing can cover all sorts of things
this again
well i think i could try this once again
and all the angels and all the wizards, black and white
are lighting candles in our hands
can you feel them, yes, touching hands before our eyes
and i can even see sweet marianne
Just to swing things over to the other end, I've always been a fan of Rob Zombie's lyrics (even though they don't seem to make any sense at all). "Never Gonna Stop (The Red, Red Kroovy)" is one of my favorites.
Yeah, my durango, number 95
Take me to the home
Kick boots and ultra live
See heaven flash a horrorshow
Knock it nice and smooth
Step back and watch it flow, yeah
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna never gonna
Yeah, the devil ride a dinosaur
He paint the monster red
So the blood don't stain the floor
In out, real savage show
Sorry as a shot
Came sickness, watch it flow, yeah
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna never gonna
Jesus Was Way Cool
by King Missile
Jesus was way cool
Everybody liked Jesus
Everybody wanted to hang out with him
Anything he wanted to do, he did
He turned water into wine
And if he wanted to
He could have turned wheat into marijuana
Or sugar into cocaine
Or vitamin pills into amphetamines
He walked on the water
And swam on the land
He would tell these stories
And people would listen
He was really cool
If you were blind or lame
You just went to Jesus
And he would put his hands on you
And you would be healed
That's so cool
He could've played guitar better than Hendrix
He could've told the future
He could've baked the most delicious cake in the world
He could've scored more goals than Wayne Gretzky
He could've danced better than Barishnikov
Jesus could have been funnier than any comedian you can think of
Jesus was way cool
He told people to eat his body and drink his blood
That's so cool
Jesus was so cool
But then some people got jealous of how cool he was
So they killed him
But then he rose from the dead
He rose from the dead, danced around
Then went up to heaven
I mean, that's so cool
Jesus was way cool
No wonder there are so many Christians
This one always reminds me of a poem I love by Charles Bukowski...
The Factory
by Zevon Warren
I was born in '63
Got a little job in the factory
I don't know much about Kennedy
I was too busy working in the factory
We got a kid that's two, we got another one due
We get by the best we can do
The factory's got a good medical plan
And, cousin, I'm a union man
Saying, Yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir
I was born in Mechanicsburg
My Daddy worked for Pontiac 'til he got hurt
Now he's on disability
And I got his old job in the factory
Saying, Yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir
Early in the morning I feel a chill
The factory whistle blows loud and clear
I'd kill my wife or she'd kill me
But we gotta go to work at the factory
Five days a week at the factory
Up early in the morning at the factory
I've been working in the factory
Johnny, I've been working in the factory
Kickin' asbestos in the factory
Breathin' that plastic in the factory
Punchin' out Chryslers in the factory
Makin' polyvinyl chloride in the factory
One of Us
(Sung by Joan Osborne; Words and Music by Eric Bazilian)
If god had a name, what would it be?
And would you call it to his face
if you were faced with Him in all His glory?
What would you ask if you had just one question?
And yeah, yeah, God is great.
Yeah, yeah, God is good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
What if god was one of us,
just a slob like one of us,
just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home?
If God had a face, what would it look like?
And would you want to see
if seeing meant that you would have to believe
in things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints
and all the prophets?
And yeah, yeah, God is great.
Yeah, yeah, God is good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
What if god was one of us,
just a slob like one of us,
just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home?
Just trying to make his way home, back up to heaven all alone.
Nobody calling on the phone,
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome.
Yeah, yeah, God is great.
Yeah, yeah, God is good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
What if god was one of us,
just a slob like one of us,
just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home,
just trying to make his way home, just like a holy rolling stone?
Back up to heaven all alone, just trying to make his way home.
Nobody calling on the phone,
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome.
As long as we're on the religous theme, here's a great song. It hits on a few controversial topics but is very well written.
~~"B.I.B.L.E." by GZA~~
Life is a test many quest the universe
And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
The Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth
Knowledge this wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve
I loved doing right but I was trapped in hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears
Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear
I searched for the truth since my youth
And went to church since birth, but it wasn't worth the loot
that I was paying, plus the praying
I didn't like staying cuz of busy-bodies and dizzy hotties
That the preacher had souped up with lies
Had me cooped up lookin at loot, butt, and thighs
Durin the service, he swallowed up the poor
And after they heard this, they wallowed on the floor
But I ignored, and explored my history that was untold
And watched mysteries unfold
And dropped a jewel like Solomon, but never followed men
cause if you do your brain is more hollow than
Space oblivia, or the abyss
With no trace of trivia, left with the hiss
Does it pay to be deaf, dumb and blind?
From a slave we was kept from the mind
And from the caves he crept from behind
And what he gave, was the sect of the swine
When the bible, it condemned the pig
I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your qigs
But we used to wear a turban, but now we're in the urban
No more wearing beanies and dress like a genie
No hocus pocus cause I focus on the facts
And put it on the tracks and brought it through the wax
I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time
And too much knowledge, it might break up the rhyme
I did it anyway just to wake up the mind
of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet
Those who sit home, or sell books by the market
Need to chill and get their mind revived
For years religion did nothing but divide
The Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth
I strolled through the books of Job to unfold
And open bibles, instead of hoping on revivals
Calling on His name and screaming hallelujah
when he hardly knew ya, that's how the devil's fooled ya
See look into my eyes brethren, that's the lies of a Reverand
Why should you die to go to heaven?
The Earth is already in space, the bible I embrace
A difficult task I had to take
I studied till my eyes was swollen, and only arose when
I found out that we were the chosen
I deal with the truth, and build with the youth
And teach my son as he kneels on the stoop
Son, life is a pool of sin, corrupted with foolish men
and women with wicked minds, who build picket signs
to legalize abortion, the evil eye distortion
I quiz Son with my wisdom
Before I converted, I was perverted, and knowledge was asserted
The study of wisdom, I perferred it
The understanding, it gave me mental freedom
I even learnt Caucasians were really the Tribe of Edam
The white image, of Christ, is really Cesare Borgia
and uhh, the second son of Pope Alexander
The Sixth of Rome, and once the picture was shown
That's how the devils tricked my dome
I prophesized to save a man, but no one gave a damn
for my nation - the seed of Abraham
Blessed with the tongue of Hebrew
Now we're strung on needles, and some are plungin evils
So study and be wise in these days of darkness
Peace to my nephew Marcus
Here's a good song. It actually has some background. The singer from this band, Brand New, was best friends with the singer from another band, Taking Back Sunday. Well, the singer from Taking Back Sunday slept with the girlfriend of the singer from Brand New. Each of them wrote a song about it. This is one by Brand New...
Seventy Times 7
Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heat.
For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart.
I kept quiet left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
but now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do.
everyones caught on to.
As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go
and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head.
I wrote a message on my pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed."
So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die.
Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do.
Everyone's caught on to
Everyone's caught on to everything you do.
Everyone's caught on to
And I can't let you, let me down again.
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish.
and I've seen more guts on eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
And is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let's end this call, and end this conversation.
and is that what you call a getaway?
well tell me what you got away with.
cause you left the phrase from the ties you severed when you say best friends mean friends forever
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish.
and I've seen more guts on eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
Everyones caught on to everything you do
Everyones caught on to.
And everyones caught on to everything you do
Everyones caught on to.
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I remember the two of us during AI last year.