Lyrics that make you go wow

"When a mannn loves a woman, can't keep his mind on nothin else!" -Michael Bolton
 
I think the lyrics to 'Americana' by The Offspring are very good.



Also, I think this is a little gem as well. Pretty clever.

 




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Time to end this suffering, I need a minute to myself
So I can drift away
You will never get to me, what can't be done I'll do myself
So i can slip away and...

Fall, Now I'm seeing red.
Watch you rise watch you fall, Watch you losing control
Watch you rise watch you fall, Now I'm about to break
Fall, War inside my head.
Watch you rise, watch you fall, Watch you losing control
Watch you rise watch you fall, Now I'm about to break


Face the Pain, No escape can you step to this?
Face the Pain, No escape can you step to this?
Face the Pain! Face the Pain! Ripping me into pieces!
Face the Pain, No escape can you step to this?
Face the Pain, No escape can you step to this?
Face the Pain! Face the Pain! Ripping me into pieces!

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Run The Jewels - Legend Has It

Doctor's of death,
Curing our patients of breath,
We are the pain you can trust,
Crooked at work,
Cooking up curses and slurs,
Smokin my brain into mush,
I became famous for flaming you fucks,
Maiming my way through the brush,
There is no training or taming of me and my bruh,
Look like a man, but I'm animal raw.
 
Run The Jewels - Legend Has It

Doctor's of death,
Curing our patients of breath,
We are the pain you can trust,
Crooked at work,
Cooking up curses and slurs,
Smokin my brain into mush,
I became famous for flaming you fucks,
Maiming my way through the brush,
There is no training or taming of me and my bruh,
Look like a man, but I'm animal raw.

RTJ have loads of great lyrics.
 
The Doors "Roadhouse blues"
Led Zeppelin "Since i've been loving you"
J.Joplin "Summertime"
STP- "Big empty","Wicked Garden"
 
RTJ have loads of great lyrics.

Agreed. Digging El-P's flow right now.

Every new record my dick's in a box.
We get a doozy, the moolah's a lock.
You're getting used to me doing no wrong.
I don't play chicken you prick, I'm a fox.
You wanna kick it? I'll give you the rocks.
You'll kiss the Wood Chipper blade if you bark.
I'm fucking magic, In fact I'm a Warlock at talk.
I got a unicorn horn for a cock.

<20> WOO!
<20> WOO!
Step into the spot light!

Any song using Ric Flair is fucking sick.
 
The Doors "Roadhouse blues"
Led Zeppelin "Since i've been loving you"
J.Joplin "Summertime"
STP- "Big empty","Wicked Garden"

"Since I've Been Loving You" is plagiarised from this:
 
I have been completely unable to maintain
Any semblance of relationship on any level
I have been a bastard to the people who have
Actively attempted to deliver me from peril
I have been acutely undeserving of the ear that listen up
And lip that kissed me on the temple
I have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition
That admits it wish its history disassembled
I have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance
While skimming for a ministry to pretzel
I have been unfairly resentful of those I wish
That acted different when the bidding was essential
I have been a terrible communicator
Prone to isolation over sympathy for devils
I have been my own worst enemy since the very genesis of rebels
 
"It shames me to no end to feed poison
To those who could very well be my kin
But when there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs at the same time cry

Yes, it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the street
I see them pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat, so sorry

And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know that I ain't shit, I ain't shit
My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact
I live for my kids and their's and them youngin's after that" - Malice, Clipse "I'm not you"
 
'I lay in the cut, same way troopers peep you
ride up on your coupe and creep you
while you letting groupies deep you' - Loso
 


Just because I'm absent minded doesn't mean I have to find it It's my pity-party darling please don't act invited.


I sip Bacardi just to pass the time when It gets me started for the clash of titans just past my eyelids I'm not a downer in the kill the party market But I swallowed all my pride and yet I'm still a starving artist And still I'm finding parts of all my silly life departures Parts of darkness are so thrilling but it's filling my apartment So please for forgive me if I overstep my boundaries I keep forgetting that there's no one left to count on me At least I'm living on my own and get a founder's fee I'm out to see and drifting off that melatonin sound asleep Wait up all alone just to dream away the time Weight upon my collarbones don't seem to pay no mind The day the world died I didn't even say goodbye I left a love letter in a secret place to hide that said I'd give concern but I'm a disconcerted immature kid Insecure when I am quickly searching for a bridge to burn it If I twist and turn until the blisters hurt it isn't worth it If it's served with sense of urgency to see me binge and purge it I've lived and learned and learned to live to misinterpret nervous twitches Pistons turning hurt to bliss it's picture perfect

To skim a surface worse than this I'm in to get deserted, when I ask

[Poem: Czeslaw Milosz] On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump in the sea, By the rainspout young sparrows are playing And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be. On the day the world ends Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas, A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn, Vegetable peddlers shout in the street And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island, The voice of a violin lasts in the air And leads into a starry night.

[Verse 2: Sadistik] I get less comfortable with each breath stomach full of regrets Each step's becoming part of running as a reflex Pretend tell me something that relives stress Sleepless I'd rather suffocate my weakness I'm David Cronenberg mixed with David Lynch stir David Berkowitz and a little David Fincher They say I mince words that can paint a picture Honest and true yes long live the new flesh And I'm impatient waiting to find a day that needs saving I say the things that can make me seem crazy I chase my dreams like I chase my drinks daily I fall asleep to my existential woes And the questions with the answers that'll never get exposed I'm not too good with the mental episodes But about as sharp as it can get with pen or pencils though Evidence is shown in the sentimental prose Posing pros and cons to poking on this detrimental road I chose to walk walk walk on sediment and stone Don't confuse my temperament as being reticent or cold Just let me vent

Poem outro: Czeslaw Milosz] And those who expected lightning and thunder Are disappointed. And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps Do not believe it is happening now. As long as the sun and the moon are above, As long as the bumblebee visits a rose As long as rosy infants are born No one believes it is happening now.
 
Mulatto butts, (mulatto butts), mulatto butts, (mulatto butts)! Black and white butts, (black and white butts), mulatto butts, (mulatto butts)!

Black ass momma, (black ass momma), white ass daddy, (white ass daddy)!

Mulatto butts, (mulatto butts), mulatto butts, (mulatto butts)! Black and white butts, (black and white butts), mulatto butts, (mulatto butts)

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Bumped into this kid I knew, he often would walk strange
So I ignored the blood on his laces so this cat could save face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off grey haze
And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox that he clutched safe
So I saluted him there, waiting for the A
Trapped on the empty platform without the option to escape
Gave him the standard: "Yo, what up man, how you landin'?"
And the hypnotized response was no surprise: "I maintain"
"Yeah we all do, that's the standardized refrain
But on some really real man, good to see you, really, what the dealy deal?"
Oops, fuck, screwed the pooch, asked too much, knew the truth
On the train now, a caboose
In his brain now, no recluse
80 blocks to uptown spot, destination vocal booth
Metro-card like: "you get what you pay for, stupid", no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his cabbage rugged practical
And began to fancy the words I mistakenly jostled loose
The stogie he brazenly lit where he sit looked legit
But when the flame touched to the tip I could smell it's of another nit
He leaned his head back and inhaled the newpie dip and said
"The whole design got my mind cryin', if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'..shit"

El-P - Tasmanian Pain Coaster
 
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