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"Don't sit on the grass
it's too cold for your ass"
Emtidi - Saat. Think the song's called Walk in the park. It's the opening cut anyhoo...
The funniest thing about it though, is that it's being sung by a woman, in a psychedelic folk setting - extremely heartfelt and hippie-like. I crack up every time I hear that track.
“The Guide says there is an art to flying or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
Joined: January 24 2010
Location: Canada
Status: Offline
Points: 8649
Posted: February 23 2013 at 21:00
Angel Dust by Venom:
"Angel Dust want a shot
Angel Dust, need a lot,
cause it gets me higher,
than anything i know"
Angel Dust, don't know if it still exists on the street, but it can sometimes cause permanent psychosis after only one trip, these lyrics might encourage someone to do it, and that is not cool!
(Pretty all of Venom's lyrics are f*&%$ up, but this is one of the worst)
Joined: October 01 2012
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Points: 45
Posted: February 23 2013 at 21:11
He told me that the Lizards were a race of people practically extinct
From doing things smart people don't do
He said that he was once a Lizard too...
His name was Rutherford the Brave and he was on a quest to save
His people from the fate that lay before them.
Their clumsy end was perilously near
The Lizards would be saved, he said, if they could be enlightened
By the writings of the Helping Friendly Book
In all of Prussia only one existed
And Wilson had declared that any person who possessed it was a crook Phish - The Lizards
Of course, the very worst lyrics of all perished along with their creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Essex, England, in the destruction of the planet Earth.
Joined: December 25 2011
Location: internet
Status: Offline
Points: 2549
Posted: February 26 2013 at 23:46
WanderingLogician wrote:
Of course, the very worst lyrics of all perished along with their creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Essex, England, in the destruction of the planet Earth.
Are you sure?
Amanda McKittrick Ros wrote:
Holy Moses! Have a look!
Flesh decayed in every nook!
Some rare bits of brain lie here,
Mortal loads of beef and beer,
Some of whom are turned to dust,
Every one bids lost to lust;
Royal flesh so tinged with 'blue'
Undergoes the same as you.
...
Famous some were--yet they died;
Poets--Statesmen--Rogues beside,
Kings--Queens, all of them do rot,
What about them? Now--they're not!
Not lyrics, per se, exactly, but...I think they deserve a mention...
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