Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream she said
The one that makes me laugh she said
And threw her arms around my neck
Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I’ll run away with you

~Just Like Heaven~
the cure

Nick Cave - "Breathless"
It's up in the morning and on the downs
Little white clouds like gambolling lambs
And I am breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin beats his wings
His throat it trembles when he sings
For he is helpless before you
The happy hooded bluebells bow
And bend their heads all a-down
Heavied by the early morning dew
At the whispering stream, at the bubbling brook
The fishes leap up to take a look
For they are breathless over you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face comes shining through
And all the morning glows anew
Still your mind
Still your soul
For still, the fare of love is true
And I am breathless without you
The wind circles among the trees
And it bangs about the new-made leaves
For it is breathless without you
The fox chases the rabbit round
The rabbit hides beneath the ground
For he is defenceless without you
The sky of daytime dies away
And all the earthly things they stop to play
For we are all breathless without you
I listen to my juddering bones
The blood in my veins and the wind in my lungs
And I am breathless without you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face comes shining through
And all the morning glows anew
Still your soul
Still your mind
Still, the fire of love is true
And I am breathless without you

EDIT: and, for the record, most Cure songs have brilliant lyrics. Good call DayStar.

I need a car
You need a guide
Who needs a map
If I don't die or worse I'm gonna need a nap
At best I'll be asleep when you get back
(built to spill ~ 'car')

So drunk in the august sun
And you’re the kind of girl I like
Because you’re empty and I’m empty
(pavement ~ 'gold soundz')

"No one I think is in my tree"
(the beatles ~ 'strawberry fields forever')

She's a jar
With a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser
A pretty war
With feelings hid
She begs me not to miss her
(wilco ~ 'she's a jar')

I'd squeeze a heart through my fingertip but i type too slow to make expressions stick.
(death cab for cutie ~ 'company calls')

I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you
(death cab for curie ~ 'company calls')

So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must
do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and
you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.That is why I'm singing... Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
(bright eyes ~ 'bowl of oranges')

oh i dream to heal your wounds
but i bleed myself. well i bleed myself
(sunny day real estate ~ 'in circles')

so i walk like i'm on a mission
cuz that's the way i groove
i got more and more to do
i got less and less to prove
it took me too long to realize
that i don't take good pictures
cuz i have the kind of beauty
that moves
(ani difranco ~ 'evolve')

and through the open window
i think the singing went outside
and floated up to tell
all the stars not to hide
'cuz by the time church let out
the sky was much clearer
and the moon was so beautiful
that the ocean held up a mirror
(ani difranco ~ 'everest')

All I know is something like a bird
within her sang
All I know she sang a little while
and then flew on
(the grateful dead ~ 'bird song')

"fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design
nothing to tell now, let the words be yours i am done with mine"
(the grateful dead ~ 'cassidy')


"so much for love,guess i've been wrong
but it's all right,'cuz i'm moving on
i've got my car all packed with cassette tapes
and sweaters and loose change and cheap cigarettes
and i'm gonna drive thru the hills with my hand out
the window and sing till i run out of words.
i'm gonna stop at every truck stop, make small talk with waiters
and truck driving men.
i'm gonna fall asleep in the back seat w/ noone around but me and my friends
it's gonna be so grand
it's gonna be just like my wedding day, yeah
yeah, i've had enough of love, it feels good to give up
so good to be good to myself
and i'm gonna get on the highway with no destination
and plenty of visions i mind
and i'm gonna drive to the ocean, go skinny dipping
blow kisses to venus and mars
i'm gonna stop at every bar and flirt the cowboys in front their good friends
it's gonna be so grand
it's gonna be just like my wedding day, yeahh
so much for love, i guess i've been wrong
but it's all right cuz i'm moving on
i'm gonna drive over hills, over mountains, and canyons
and boys that keep bringin me down
i'm gonna drive under skyline and sunshine, drink good wine in vineyards
and get asked to dance
i'm gonna be carefree and let nothing pass me by, never ever ever again
it's gonna be so grand
it's gonna be so grand
it's gonna be just like my wedding day"
(rosie thomas ~ 'wedding day')

For a second you're beautiful
And your hair is a wonderful mess

Ike Reilly "Crave"

Edwyn Collins - The Campaign For Real Rock

Don't try so hard to be different
The cracks are beginning to show
You drift like a cloud
Through the festival crowd
In a frock coat from Saville Row

You've just been to an-all night party
Where I have to admit it takes pluck
To go out on the floor
And proclaim "What a bore"
In a T-shirt that reads "Disco Sucks"

Yes, here he comes the not-so-young
Pretender to the throne
He's singing "Rag Momma Rag"
Want you give that poor dog a bone?

And he's wondering why we can't connect
When he's sworn to us that he's totally wrecked
On the rustic charm that he affects
On a public schoolboy whim

With a raggle taggle plastic gypsy
Robert Zimmerframe
With a synthesized accordian
A-scramblin' up my brain

With a fiddle-dee-dee
A fiddle on high
Excuse me folks while I kiss the sky
Or at any rate give it one more try
Before I die
Before I die

The overrated hit the stage
Overpaid and over here
And their idea of counter-culture's
Momma's charge account at Sears

And they're wondering why we can't connect
With the ritual of the trashed guitar
One more paltry empty gesture
The ashes of a burned out star

Yes here they come both old and young
A contract low or high
The gathering of the tribes descending
Vultures from a caustic sky

The rotting carcase of July
An ugly sun hung out to dry
Your georgeous hippy dreams are dying
Your frazzled brains are putrifying

Repackaged sold and sanitizied
The devil's music exercise
You live, you die you lie you lie you die
Perpetuate the lie
Just to perpetuate the lie

Yes yes yes it's the summer festival
The truly detestable
Summer festival

And the last one tore a picture
From a pornographic page
With all the pleasure points attacking
All the looks of love were staged

"Song Against Sex" - Neutral Milk Hotel

"It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank . . ."

Probably my favorite opening line ever and some of my favorite lyrics overall.

I knew I was forgetting something!!! Although my favorite lines are:

"I could have been someone"
"Well, so could anyone.
You took my dreams from me, when I first found you."
"I kept them with me, babe. I put them with my own.
Can't make it out alone.
I built my dreams around you."

Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap
As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube
Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube
Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider paper
Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla
Outside was psychoes, killers
Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey
R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey
Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters
My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin
Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin
Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily
Y'all actin like some old folks y'all don't hear me
Yo I'm in my second childhood

-Second Childhood
Nas


Step and fetch, grease my hips
I don't even have to pause
I don't really miss God
But I sure miss Santa Clause

-Guttless
Hole

um, yeah!

"I was dressed for success
but success it never comes" (pavement - here)

more later

"Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps!"
-Public Enemy "Fight the Power"

insert pretty much all of the pulp catalogue here.

Loneliness and frustration
We both came down with an acute case
And when the lights came up at two
I caught a glimpse of you
And your face looked like something
Death brought with him in his suitcase
(Warren Zevon :: "The French Inhaler")

Even better is the *smooch* at the end of that song. Come to think of it, I have a million WZ examples.

I can saw a woman in two
But you won't want to look
In the box when I'm through
(Warren Zevon :: "For My Next Trick I'll Need A Volunteer")

You're not the one who let me down
But thanks for offering
(Archers of Loaf :: "Web In Front")

All out of paper plates, got to do the dishes
Instead of washing off only one plate at a time
(Ass Ponys :: "Kung Fu Reference")

And all the houses in the street have got a name
'Cause all the houses in the street they look the same
(The Kinks :: "Shangri-La")

The sunshine bores the daylights out of me
(The Rolling Stones :: "Rocks Off")

That's one of mine.

I'm passed out in your garden
i'm in I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party, but i'm soft
(Kings of Leon:: "Soft")

If I die of vanity, promise me, promise me,
they bury me someplace I don't want to be,
you'll dig me up and transport me, unceremoniously,
away from the swollen city-breeze, garbage-bag trees,
whispers of disease amd the acts of enormity
and lower me slowly, sadly and properly
Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy,
At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
(The Tragically Hip :: "At the Hundredth Meridian")

Steve Kilbey, "Limbo" -

Ate up the prophets
Corrupted the saints
Exhausted resources
Made us ashamed

Hollywood wont touch you with a pole
Jesus does not love you,
Lucifer does not want your soul
Made a mistake, no one will forgive you
The servants you love to dismiss all will outlive you

Set us against each other
Thought it was clever
What a fiasco
Well I never

Such a good baby
Such an old man
Thanks for the memories
Now why dont you scram

i'm trying to drink away the part of the day that i cannot sleep away.
(modest mouse ~ polar opposites)

YES. Sooooo long. Norman.





All timer.

I like the "wanna see it, when you get stoned on a cloudybreazydesertafternonn" line from that BTS song DayStar mentioned. Or fucking "Carry The Zero":


I'm surprised that
you'd want to carry that on

count your blemishes
you can't
they're all gone

I can't see your response
putting them back on

like they're waiting for your guard to fall
so they can see it all and you're so
occupied with what other persons are
occupied with
and vice versa

and you've become
what you thought was dumb
a fraction of the sum

yeah, you've become
yeah, you have become

a fraction of the sum
the middle and the front

and now it's coming back
hasn't it come too far?

I was trying to help but I guess
I pushed too hard

now we can't even touch it
afraid it'll fall apart

I don't wanna walk around with you
I don't wanna walk around with you
I don't wanna walk around with you
So why you wanna walk around with me?

the rolling stones- "let it bleed"
Well, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, you can lean on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, you can lean on me

She said, my breasts, they will always be open
Baby, you can rest your weary head right on me
And there will always be a space in my parking lot
When you need a little coke and sympathy

Yeah, we all need someone we can dream on
And if you want it, baby, well you can dream on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on
And if you want to, well you can cream on me

oh mick, you is dirty...

magazine- "a song from under the floorboards"
I am angry I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin
my irritability keeps me alive and kicking
I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it

This is a song from under the floorboards
this is a song from where the wall is cracked
my force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact

I know the highest and the best
I accord them all due respect
but the promiscuity inside of me
glows with pleasure at my own stupidity

This is a song ....

I used to make phantoms I could later chase
images of all that could be desired
then I got tired of counting all of these blessings
and then I just got tired

This is a song ...

Here comes my secretary hump
I'm gonna cram my dick up her rump.

-The Mentors

More Zevon:

SWEET HOME ALABAMA, PLAY THAT DEAD BAND'S SONG.
TURN THE SPEAKERS UP FULL BLAST, PLAY IT ALL NIGHT LONG.

The Drive By-Truckers:
When it comes your time to go
Ain't no good way to go about it
Ain't no use in thinking 'bout it
You'll just drive yourself insane
There comes a time for everything
and the time has come for you
to shut your mouth and get your ass on the plane.

More DBT:
"You can lie to your ma, you can lie to your race
But you can't lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face."

Blade Runner's at the part
Where Rutger Hauer dies

i always put the same thing on these lyrics things - something from costello or westerberg...who cares

Elvis Costello - Brilliant Mistake
He thought he was the king of america
Where they pour coca cola just like vintage wine
Now I try hard not to become hysterical
But I'm not sure if I am laughing or crying
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this hurtin feeling disappear
Like it was common sense
It was a fine idea at the time
Now it's a brilliant mistake

She said that she was working for the abc news
It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use
Her perfume was unspeakable
It lingered in the air
Like her artificial laughter
Her mementos of affairs
Oh I said I see you know him
Isn't that very fortunate for you
And she showed me his calling card
He came third or fourth and there were more than one or two
He was a fine idea at the time
Now he's a brilliant mistake

He thought he was the king of america
But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams
A trick they do with mirrors and with chemicals
The words of love in whispers
And the axe of love in screams
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this lovin' feeling disappear
Like it was common sense
I was a fine idea at the time
Now I'm a brilliant mistake