Song lyrics that define your life

I’ll start.

“Yes I am a pirate,
200 years too late,
The cannons don’t thunder,
There’s nothing to plunder,
I’m an over-forty victim of fate,
Arriving too late…
Arriving too late…”

“A Pirate Looks at Forty”
-Jimmy Buffett

“Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie” - Black Flag

“Nazi Punks Fuck Off!” - Dead Kennedys

“No one knows, friends or foes, if Vallhalla lies beyond the grave” - Motorhead

“Warrior came, Warrior saw, Warrior conquered” - Saxon

[size=167]“Kill the Wabbit!”[/size] - Elmer Fudd

-Imp

“I am every woman” by Whitney Houston is just a fabulous song, I think.

And I also feel dynamic when listening to Britney.

There is no song that describes it completely, so I’ll type few:

Slipknot - Vermilion Pt. 2
Metallica - Nothing else maters
Bon Jovi - Everyday
Deep Purple - Soldier of Fortune
Dark Tranquility - The Same

etc

Anything composed by Michel LeGrande.

“How Do You Keep The Music Playing”

What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life?"

(God, getting old happens, and it all turns into elevator music. :laughing: )

Of course, there is always anything Marvin Gaye… “How Sweet it is To Be Loved By You” still makes me smile.

  • Modest Mouse.

Great one, Jerry! That one sits deep inside my self image, too.

Here are a few of mine;

“Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the Sun;
but Mama, that’s where the fun is!”
“Blinded by the Light”
-Bruce Springsteen, covered by Manfred Mann’s Earth Band

Two from Leonard Cohen;

“I did my best; it wasn’t much.
I couldn’t feel, so I learned to touch.
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong,
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
with nothing on my lips but Hallelujah!”
“Hallelujah”

“Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free”
“Bird on the Wire”

“Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it’s been”
“Truckin’”
-The Grateful Dead

“It’s not going to stop 'til you wise up”
Aimee Mann

I have others, but these come to mind at 3 AM.

-qkds

I have long identified with this song’s lyrics:

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it’s like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

No one knows what it’s like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

– The Who

A couple of old favourites;

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange… a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
[size=134]- Pink Floyd[/size]

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
’neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said I,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out it’s warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.
[size=134] -Simon and Garfunkel[/size]

Regards,

James

Just for today…I keep changing my mind…today its this one…

So many times, people turn their backs to you
'cause they don’t wanna see, what’s inside of you
‘cause lookin’ inside of you
they might realise there’s something inside of them
they might not wanna find

But it ain’t about who ya love, (who ya love)
see it’s all about do ya love, (do ya love)

Well well well well
sunshine and loveliness
ain’t nobody feeling no ugliness tonight
ain’t it fine like sippin’ sweet Georgie wine
see I’m just chillin’ with these friends of mine

I ain’t tryin’ a bother you
so why ya gotta bother me
what goes on in your bedroom ain’t no mess to me
you just say your God don’t like my God
‘cause you don’t like my friends
but your friends tryin’ to kill a man
and I don’t understand

'cause it ain’t about who ya love, (who ya love)
see it’s all about do ya love, (do ya love)

Well well well well
sunshine and loveliness
ain’t nobody feeling no ugliness tonight
ain’t it fine like sippin’ sweet Georgie wine
see I’m just chillin’ with these friends of mine

Ooh one two three
say yeah say yeah feels so good to me
ooh! And ya one two three, say yeah, say yeah
feels so good

I say do it at home or on the street
with a drag queen don’t matter to me
it ain’t about sex or having degrees
your pedigree don’t matter to me
about who ya love (who ya love)
see it’s all about do ya love (do ya love)

Well well well well
sunshine and loveliness
ain’t nobody feeling no ugliness tonight
ain’t it fine like sippin’ sweet Georgie wine
see I’m just chillin’ with these friends of mine

  • Do Ya Love, Michael Franti

A

Living after Midnite
Rocking till the Dawn
Loving till the Morning
Then I’m gone, I’m gone…

-Judas Priest
the great poet, Rob Halford

An offering of reasons
We put them all in play
A covering of treasons
That one by one we let slip away

A solitary dancer
So lost upon her stage

I have seen you on the edge of dawn
Felt you here before you were born
Balanced your dreams upon the edge of thorns
But I don’t think about you anymore

A study made for winter
Of summers long ago
And dreams that use to glitter
Safely now hidden under snow

And so we end this chapter
And let the stage lights fade

I have seen you on the edge of dawn
Felt you here before you were born
Balanced your dreams upon the edge of thorns
But I don’t think about you anymore [size=75]–Edge of Thorns (Savatage)
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A thought that never changes
Remains a stupid lie
It’s never been quite the same
No hearing or breathing
No movement, no colors
Just silence

Rise and fall of shame
A search that shall remain
We asked you what you’d seen
You said you didn’t care

Sound formed in a vacuum
May seem a waste of time
It’s always been just the same
No hearing or breathing
No movement no lyrics
Just nothing

The sign that leads the way
The path we can not take
You’ve caught me at a bad time
So why don’t you piss off

“Your Silent Face”

Don’t fear mere words
cuz if it takes a word ruin ya
You should have already heard,
you’re finished through and soon ya
see that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious
Much worse could come of that,
so much more delicious
To the dastardly, bastardly plans of little mice and men
Ugly rears its head and speaks from now and then
People love to disagree
so avoid the endless bout,
make no attempt
to try and suss the stupid out

But of the racist institutions–simple minds belong
Not happy just being human–no wish to get along
Little people need exclusions,
sucker groups to throng
It makes them feel special
It makes them feel strong

Now I got a clique but it’s more like a family
Not an ethnic trip
more like an ethic, see
I write the rhyme today
tell it to you later
Whether we’re coming in wack or what
It’s a waste to be a hater…

311 - Silver

Liquid,

Good song, I like ‘Oh my god’ the best though

Oh yes, absolutely, I love the rhythm of this one.

Oh my, oh my God
out here mama they got us livin’ suicide
singin’ oh my, oh my God
out here mama they got us livin’ genocide

Slam bam I come unseen
but like gasoline you tell I’m in the tank
like money in the bank
I smell appealing, but I’m toxic, can send you reeling
without an inklin’, keep ya thinkin’
‘cause you gave cash to the feds, left your school district for dead
fucked you up in the head, but still they sayin’ nothin’s wrong
still believing the systems workin’
while half of my people are still out of workin’
anonymous notesleft in the pockets and coats
of judges and juries from ‘Frisco and Jersey
threats and protests politicians mob debts
trumped up charges and phony arrests
stage a lethal injection, the night before the election
‘cause he got donations from the prison guard’s union

Oh my, oh my God
out here mama they got us livin’ suicide
singin’ oh my, oh my God
out here mama they got us livin’ genocide

Listen to my stethoscope on a rope
internal lullabies, human cries
thumps and silence, the language and violence
algorithmic, cataclysmic, seismic, biorhythmic
you can make a life longer, but you can’t save it
you can make a clone and then you try to enslave it?
stealin’ DNA samples from the unborn
and then you comin’ after us
‘cause we sampled a James Brown horn?
scientists who’s God is progress
a four-headed sheep is their latest project
the CIA runin’ like that Jones from Indiana
but they still won’t talk about that Jones in Guyana
this ain’t no cartoon, no one slips on bananas
do you really think that that car killed Diana
hell I shot Ronald Regan, I shot JFK

I slept with Marilyn she sung me “Happy Birthday”
singin’

Oh my, oh my God
out here mama they got us livin’ suicide
singin’ oh my, oh my God
out here mama they got us livin’ genocide

Well politicians got lipstick on the collar
the whole media started to holler
but I don’t give a fuck who they screwin’ in private
I wanna know who they screwin’ in public
robbin’, cheatin’, stealin’
white collar criminal
McDonald eatin, you deserve a beatin’
send you home a weepin’, with a fat bill for your Caribbean weekend
for just about anything they can bust us
false advertising sayin’ “Halls of Justice”
you tellin’ the youth don’t be so violent
then you drop bombs on every single continent
mandatory minimum sentencin’
‘cause he got caught with a pocket full of medicine
do that again another ten up in the pen
I feel so mad I wanna bomb an institution
singin’

Oh my, oh my God
out here mama they got us livin’ suicide
singin’ oh my, oh my God
out here mama they got us livin’ genocide

  • Oh my God, Michael Franti

A

I no longer know what I want,
I no longer know what I need,
I no longer know what I’m doing here,
I no longer know what to believe

All I ever wanted was the water,
All I ever got was the land,
All I want is to,
Fly away with you,
But these days I can barely stand,
I used to believe in the angels,
I used to believe in she,
But there’s a dark rope from which my love dangles,
And she swings as a reminder for me

That I no longer know what I want,
I no longer know what I need,
I no longer know what I’m doing here,
I no longer know what to believe

Harboring thoughts I should have long forgotten,
Gazing at stars I thought once shined for me,
Knowing the fruits of my youth have turned rotten,
‘Cause I don’t know who I’m supposed to be,
Maybe I’m a hero, who’s been misdirected,
Maybe I’m a knight, who was born out of time,
Maybe I’m an orphan, who’s just been rejected,
Or just a prisoner, confronting his crime

Deirdre dances like beauty designed,
By the gods that have never known man,
To this idea, I am hereby resigned,
That my God has some sort of plan…

“Deirdre Dances”
-Michael McDermott

This about sums it up for me.

Bad Religion, The Defense

Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today
Mass paranoia is a mode not a malady
Yeah I’d like to watch a thousand cable channels but there’s nothing on
and my high-speed connection’s monitored daily by the Pentagon

These things are seldom what they seem
I’m not inclined to enjoy my dreams
won’t go away…

No Peace
And No Friends
We trace the mortal edge (with no defense)
To state the obvious
This world is perilous for us

No Sense
and no Guide
Ain’t it beautiful to be alive (yeah right)
I won’t resign before the struggle ends,
So I’ll construct this sound defense

We are the prey, and culture is the predator
I’m running out of time where conditions are positional
Shadows of a doubt cast reluctance and depravity
There’s gotta be a way to overcome this group-reality

Is there an option left for me?
I’m not immune to despondency
There’s no way

and no peace
no friends
we trace the mortal edge
to state the obvious
this world is perilous for us
no sense
and no guide
ain’t it beautiful to be alive (yeah right)
I won’t resign before the struggle ends
so I’ll construct this sound defense

There’s a signpost on the corner
and it keeps everybody safe
we were all made in the shade
and your mother’s in the kitchen
where she’s patching all the cracks in the wall
we never had a care in the world…

No Peace
(too much to sacrifice)
No friends
(It’s hard to recognize)
we trace the mortal edge
(just a compromise of purely deadly alibis)
It’s combinational
the pressure’s so intense
so I’ll construct this sound defense

nothing’s plainer than the madness in the world today
I must conceal myself and steel myself and break away
I seek initiative in matters that are black and white
so I’ll construct this sound defense

"…society is burning me up
take a bite, spit it out
take their rules
rip 'em up, tear them down

twisted mind, withered brain
you know I’m going insane
I just tell them to get back
when they tell me how to act
i’ve got the world up my ass

you know I’ve got the world up my ass"

-Imp

Alone.
Insane.
On the twisted nails of faith.