Favorite song w/ lyrics!

[dre1919]

Garbage's "Hammering in my head" is my fav...Shirley Manson rocks.


Hammering in my head

I'm stressed but you're freestyle
I'm overworked but I'm undersexed
I must be made of concrete
I signed my name across your chest

Give out the same old answers
I trot them out for the relatives
Company-tried and tested
I use the ones that I love the best

Like an animal you're moving over me
Like an animal you're moving over me

When did I get perverted
I can't remember your name
I'm growing introverted
You touch my hand but it's not the same

This was so unexpected
I never thought I'd get caught
Play boomerang with your demons
Shoot to kill and you'll pop them off
BANG! BANG!

Like an animal you're moving over me
Like an animal you're moving over me

You should be sleeping my love, tell me what you're dreaming of (x4)

I knew you were mine for the taking (x3)
When I walked in the room

I knew you were mine for the taking
I knew you were mine for the taking
Your eyes light up
When I walk in the room

A hammering in my head don't stop
In the bullet train
From Tokyo to Los Angeles
I'm leaving you behind
A flash in the pan
A storm in a teacup
A needle in a haystack
A prize for the winning
A dead for the raising
A catch for the chasing
A jewel for the choosing
A man for the making in this blistering heat

Sweat it all out
Sweat it all out
Your bedroom eyes and your baby pouts
Sweat it all out
And our electric storms and our shifting sands
Our candy jars and our sticky hands

Sweat it all out (x6)

Don't forget what I wrote you then
And don't forget what I told you then
And don't forget that I meant to win
And don't forget your ventolin
So a hammering in my head don't stop
In the bullet train from Tokyo to Los Angeles

[Muzikman]

I have no ONE favorite song, but just last week I was listening to Jethro Tull and for some odd reason the lyrics to 'Too Old to Rock-n-Roll, Too Young to Die' got stuck in my head. After singing this song in my head for more than a week straight, I started to realize this could be the story of my life, I just hope not

Title: Too Old to Rock N Roll - Too Young to Die
Written by: Ian Anderson
Performed by: -Jethro Tull-
---
The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end - drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle - yesterday's dreams
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war babe gloom.

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.

He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.

Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.

So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.

And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.



Another good song is by a local Pittsburgh band, the Clarks.

Title: What a Way to Go
Written by: Scott Blasey
Performed by: the Clarks
---
i met a man out on a bridge pier
he said he's gonna jump to save his soul
i said what's the world done to make you mad man
he said sit down son now here's the dope
i can't find work 'cause i'm a blind man
i can't see but sometimes i can see the light
now is my life a labor of love or is my life a love of labor
i still got a hollow feeling in my life

what a way to go
what a way to go
what a way to go
what a way to go

i met this girl her name escapes me
said son i'd love you to be my man
she wrote her name out on a dollar
i spent that dollar on a shot of jim
spent it on a shot of jim
i talked him down and then i walked off
i turned around and he was gone himself
a mile down the road it came upon me
it was me i talked off that ledge
it was me i talked off that ledge
it was me i talked off that ledge

what a way to go
what a way to go
what a way to go


I am sorta shocked the number of people on here that likes bands like Skynyrd, the Clash, etc... Some people here have some good taste in music

[ZAust]

from autumn to ashes - short stories with tragic endings. w00tness.

Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
The look stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness,
The one thing that I cannot give.

Did you ever see that one person
And the way they do these things
And it hurts you so much it's like choking, choking, CHOKING!

I can give you freedom from your guilt,
with a flick of my wrist onto yours.
I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile.
I can give you death with the look upon my face.

This is your freedom, in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss and no regrets;
you don't deserve good bye.
This is your freedom, in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss and no good bye.

Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.

With a short story,
The one you add to daily,
You are the tragic loss.
No story book ending for the fairy tale of you.
Just the one composed with blood
taken from your pen that you hold in your lifeless hand.
Cry for you. Shed tears, mourn. Wish the end.
Cry for you. Shed tears, mourn. Wish the end.
Mourn, wish, the end. mourn, wish, the end. mourn, wish, the end.

Did you ever look,
Did you ever see that one person?
And the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions,
and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds...
You let this one person come down at the most perfect moment.

And it breaks my heart, to know,
The only reason you are here now
Is a reminder of what I'll never have..
I'll never have..
I'll never...

Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in..
standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
But this table for one has become bearable.
I now take comfort in this, in this, I cherish you.

Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person?
And the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
And to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
And you let this one person come down.. come down.

I cherish you.. I cherish you.
Just say that you would do the same for me..
Just say you would do the same..
Just say you would do the same for me.
For as much as I love Autumn,
I'm giving myself to Ashes.