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Artist: Limp Bizkit
Song Title: Behind Blue Eyes
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
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;) Here be some lyrics Arm wrote. B)
Swerving through the street
Drunk as fuck
Searching for a open store
I think I'm out of luck
Maybe I'll find a mad mother on patrol
Hit her car
Smash it up
Pull her out
Beat her up
Take her money
Run her down
Can't find any beer
It's way past two
There's just one thing
we can do
Hit her car
Smash it up
Pull her out
Beat her up
Take her money
Run her down
Drive her face out of town
Drunk drivers against mad mothers
:blink: :ph34r: Oh wait, I didn't write that. Thats a Slayer song. :frusty: but if I wrote lyrics ide write something like that. :ph34r:
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this one's an original:
"Black Rats From The Golden Desert"
I am so afraid
Hold me
The bride of hazard
Is burning in the cathedral
With her whips
The blood of the flagellants
On her lips
Open your windows
Let the pigeons in
To suck your burning sores
Black rats from the golden desert
Open you up when you claim
Pity with thirsty paralyzed tongue
The rats speak proudly
Of those who claim nothing
Then they turn your house around
And they...
They're your own mystery
With your weapon
Parched throat that fires
Your ignorance the wisehand
Your edge and your stiff giggle
That jet from your mind
In high revelation
Good can come from this battlefield
Find spirit
Truth for victory
Black rats, I’m not afraid
Of your secret parade
That beamed my thought to grain
The world staid mundane
My cheeks have seams
And bender glands
Chin deep in the shifting sands
The eyes of an easy angel burst
In my unseen hands
Black rats from the golden desert
Black rats from the golden desert
©1999, Scopdom Scop
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this is may fave, dunno why, :huh: prolly cuz it's depressing
Understanding - Evanescence
You hold the answer deep within your own mind.
Consciously you've forgotten it.
That's the way the human mind works.
Whenever something is too unpleasant,
too shameful for us to entertain we reject it,
we erase it from our memory, but the imprint is always there.
(We wash it all away, we wish it all away, we hope it all away, can't cry it all away)
The pain that grips you
The fear that binds you
Releases life in me
In our mutual shame we hide our eyes
To blind them from the truth that finds a way to who we are
Please don't be afraid
When the darkness fades away
The dawn will break the silence screaming at our hearts
My love for you still grows
This I do for you
Before I try to fight the truth my final time
We're supposed to try to be real.
We feel alone when we're not together, and that is real.
Can't wash it all away
Can't wish it all away
Can't cry it all away
Can't scratch it all away
Lying beside you
Listening to you breathe
The light that flows inside of you burns inside of me
Hold and speak to me
Of love without a sound
Tell me you will live through this and I will die for you
Cast me not away
Say you'll be with me
For I know I cannot bear it all alone
You're not alone, honey
Never
Never
Can't fight it all away
Can't hope it all away
Can't scream it all away
It just won't fade away
Can't wash it all away
Can't wish it all away
Can't cry it all away
Can't scratch it all away
Can't fight it all away
Can't hope it all away
Can't scream it all away
Oh get it all away
Oh get it all away
But the imprint is always there, nothing is ever really forgotten
Because I'm dying too
because I'm dying too
because I'm dying too
because I'm dying too
because I'm dying too
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"One more beer"
"I'll take you all,all of ya"
"ha ha ha ha"
banned from all bars
the man with seven scars
smack it up flip it pulled out and bout to fell
sunday in the ATL and I'm all outta ale
like a bat outta hell tripped on a cat tail
mutt drinkin out a pail who let the rat out the cell
got all the ingredients the recipe might as well
since last week the bootlegger been in jail
if all else fail inhale the L
make it so they can't see a sale via snail mail
mind like a sewer serve a rhyme on a skewer
DOOM'll step to a fine dime like he knew her
my black sista she said step back before he kissed her
she did the dipper and the smack just missed her
here go a list of politics like Henry Kissenger
99 percent of rap is just a freindly listener
I'm like these dudes must have some screws loose to hate ya'll
or a coupla ounces a duece duece and eightball
ya'll know it's time for the end when the day come
buy a album get rudely insulted over fake drums
the same cd's you get for free you break em
a'laikum make em eat they food like steakum
why she wanna ask me if I could pass the paprika
one hand on the mic the other on the beaker
every week or so peek out the lab go eureka
a technique to keep something uniquer in ya speaka
for yo information I didnt do the beat ya'll
it aint my fault if she didnt move her feet at all
skeeter robbed peter to pay paul
so he could trick it on mary so she could play ball
she better have my scrilla
cut it out with all that funny hand jive will ya
all this trouble for a tall glass of OE
drink it all fast and make ya haul ass slowly
remind me to remember whatcha told me
holly molly did you get a load of her rolly polly
yo g remind me to rememba whatcha told me
whoever dont feel em feel balls like a goalie
one for the money two for the bed of green
three for methylyne dioxymethamphetamine
told a knock-kneed ghetto queen get the head fiend
tell em it's from Medellin and use oxyacetalene
who needs airplay it's all a bunch of heresay
leave a wig like it was having a bad hair day
lyrical glide master ask em whats the secret he said Shasta
it turn to formaldehyde faster
when I'm home with my lady I try to dook her daily
one night she tried to flail me with her ukelele
pack ya heat the villain on the cover of black beat
with a bunch of crackers and some snack meat
they betta have my scrilla
cut it out with all that funny hand jive will ya
all this trouble for a tall glass of OE
drink it all fast and make ya haul ass slowly
remind me to remember what ya told me
holy moly did ya get a load of her rolly polly
yo g remind me to rememba what ya told me
MF DOOM - ALL OUTTA ALE
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Genesis - Dance on a Volcano
Holy Mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top.
Dirty old mountain
All covered in smoke, she can turn you to stone
So you better start doing it right
better start doing it right.
You're halfway up and you're halfway down
And the pack on your back is turning you around.
Throw it away, you won't need it up there, and remember
You don't look back whatever you do.
Better start doing it right.
On your left and on your right
Crosses are green and crosses are blue
Your friends didn't make it through.
Out of the night and out of the dark
Into the fire and into the fight
Well that's the way the heroes go, Ho! Ho! Ho!
Through a crack in Mother Earth,
Blazing hot, the molten rock
Spills out over the land.
And the lava's the lover who licks your boots away. Hey! Hey! Hey!
If you don't want to boil as well.
B-B-Better start the dance
D-D-Do you want to dance with me.
You better start doing it right.
The music's playing, the notes are right
Put your left foot first and move into the light.
The edge of this hill is the edge of the world
And if you're going to cross you better start doing it right
better start doing it right.
You better start doing it right.
Let the dance begin.
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My disturbing song of the moment. :ghostface: :ghostface:
Rasputina- Herb Girls of Birkenau
Experiment victims walk by on a hill
With berries in aprons, I still see them. Still
see black empty eyes staring, no hair, yet ahead
Theres no dignity there. They're not living not dead
Swayback and Whipcord and parachute face
We're pulled from the water and put in our place
I've no been to, but what you'll find
Is the kommandant hoarding the vegetable rinds
It's not like they mattered.
Who sucked out your spirit?
Listen how we shout at them.
They can't hear it
It's not fair
And it seems impossible
That it happened at all
That there were people who saw the Herb girls of Birkenau
But whats fair?
Anything is possible
But can you understand that there were people who saw the herb girls
It's not fair
And it seems impossible
That there were people there
That there were people who saw the herb girls of birkenau
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Ad- you are a god for posting closer. I was about to and everything :lol:
Um.... some tori now, I think.
Tori Amos- Precious Things
So I ran faster
But it caught me
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle- in the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
let them wash away
these precious things
let them break
their hold over me
He said your really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that sad sick
Holding onto his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those christian boys
So you can make me come
that doesn't make you jesus
I remember, yes
in my peach party dress
no one dared
no one cared to tell me
where thoese pretty girls all are
those demigods
with their nine inch nails
and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart
of every nice girl
These precious things
let them bleed
let them wash away
these precious things
let them break
their hold over me
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Can you tell I get a bit excited when theres a lyric thread :)
This songs about Chino (Deftones singer) electricuting his wife in the bathtub. Poetry.
Deftones- Digital Bath
You move
like I want to
To see what your eyes do
We are downstairs
Where no one can see
new life break away
And tonight
I feel like more
You taste foreign
And I know you can see
The cord break away
And tonight
I feel like more
You breathed
And then you stopped
I breathed
And dried you off
Cos tonight
I feel like more
Tonight
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Well considering i started this with posting my own lyrics...i may aswell post some more of my own lyrics...Will start off with a song that will most probally never see the light of day...without the music it looks like a nu-metal power ballad...but i would never turn it into that...but yeah its another one of my famous *still not over the slut that broke my heart songs im famous for* (hehehe)....i think this was my 9th about my last ex...but this is done out of boredom and i think its pretty shit...but people seem to like my shit songs *look at dick tease...people want me to record it* :D ...anyways here it is...
Never Good Enough
Saw you take a glance at him over the road
Will i always have to play your second best
Putting myself through all of this torture
When my heart is already under arrest
Should i continue to be the 5th wheel she no longer needs
Should i continue down the path to see where it leeds
Should i follow the rabbit down the hole to see if it breeds
Should i rip out my own heart to see if it bleeds
Cause no matter if i live or if i die
I will never be good enough in her eyes
Whats am i suppose to do, what is left to say
The answer i get is always a still silence
Why was my world so lonely and quiet
When those words attacked me like violence
Tears tend to flow every now and again
The anger continuosly builds up inside of me
Tried everything possible to keep her by my side
But in the end the chains have broken free
Should i continue to be the 5th wheel she no longer needs
Should i continue down the path to see where it leeds
Should i follow the rabbit down the hole to see if it breeds
Should i rip out my own heart to see if it bleeds
Cause no matter if i live or if i die
I will never be good enough in her eyes
Everyone saying i should just let all this go
Does anybody know why this is so tough
Why does everyone say im to good for her
When she thinks that i was never good enough
Should i continue to be the 5th wheel she no longer needs
Should i continue down the path to see where it leeds
Should i follow the rabbit down the hole to see if it breeds
Should i rip out my own heart to see if it bleeds
Cause no matter if i live or if i die
I will never be good enough in her eyes
©2003, Cely Babes: Random Acts Of Kindness
