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Where the lyrics make no sense?
Cream - White Room Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah In the white room with black curtains near the station. Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes. She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines; Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. You said no strings could secure you at the station. Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. I walked in such a bad time at the station. As I walked out, felt my own needs just beginning. I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back; Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves. Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. Consolation for the old wound now forgoten. Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd; Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
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Black Sabbath - All Moving Parts (Stand Still)
Super animation, turning on a nation And they're saying all moving parts stand still Since he was elected, adrenalin injected Hear him saying all moving parts should kill Just like the hero he's got them all on the run Yes he's won Since he passed the motion They're building in the ocean And he's saying all men should all be free What a combination, peace and radiation And he's saying free men should fight for me Just like his momma, he seems to get his pleasure from pain And the rain, ain't that strange? Very strange I like choking toys You've got to see me before you meet the boys Teacher's burnt the school He's had enough of sticking to the rules People stop and see He's got to be more decadent than me Just to pass the time He gets his kicks from licking off the wine Pretty silly ladies All Cynthia's and Sadie's Call him and he takes their numbers down Says he is a woman Should have seen it coming And she's saying she's married to a clown Just like a lady she'll keep you guessing through the night Not tonight, well I might, oh alright!
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The Clash - Rock the Casbah (my fav of all time)
Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin to the top The sheik he drove his cadillac He went a cruisnin down the ville The muezzin was a standing On the radiator grille The shareef dont like it Rockin the casbah Rock the casbah The shareef dont like it Rockin the casbah Rock the casbah By order of the prophet We ban that boogie sound Degenerate the faithful With that crazy casbah sound But the bedouin they brought out The electric camel drum The local guitar picker Got his guitar picking thumb As soon as the shareef Had cleared the square They began to wail Now over at the temple Oh! they really pack em in The in crowd say its cool To dig this chanting thing But as the wind changed direction The temple band took five The crowd caught a wiff Of that crazy casbah jive The king called up his jet fighters He said you better earn your pay Drop your bombs between the minarets Down the casbah way As soon as the shareef was Chauffeured outta there The jet pilots tuned to The cockpit radio blare As soon as the shareef was Outta their hair The jet pilots wailed He thinks its not kosher Fundamentally he cant take it. You know he really hates it. Does this song mean anything or is it referencing something back in the early 80's? And why was there an Armidillo in the video? They aren't native to the middle east. |
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umm...i dunno. does this song make sense? it's about a guy in an IRC chatroom.
![]() Boten Anna - Basshunter I know a bot, her name is Anna, Anna is her name And she can ban you, ban you so hard She cleans up our channel I want to tell you that I know a Bot I know a bot, her name is Anna, Anna is her name And she can ban you, ban you so hard She cleans up our channel I want to tell you that I know a Bot That always watches everyone in our channel And sees that there is no trouble in here And it can no way be taken over And remember, I know this Bot The bot that nobody can kick And she can kick when she wants She kicks all the spammers Yeah, nothing can hit our Bot A day has come, I couldn't believe The channel was strange I could never have thought to be so wrong But Anna said to me "I'm not a Bot, I'm a really a nice girl" You have been very strange for me I have nothing to tell In my eyes you are still a bot Her name is Anna, Anna is her name And she can ban you, ban you so hard She cleans up our channel I want to tell you that I know a Bot That watches everyone in our channel And sees there is no trouble in here And it can no way be taken over And remember, I know this Bot The Bot that nobody can hit And she can kick when she wants And she kicks all of the spammers Yeah, nobody can hit our bot |
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Or just English guys that don't know much about the rest of the world.
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2nd Fav song of all time!!! - Rock Lobster
We were at a party His ear lobe fell in the deep Someone reached in and grabbed it It was a rock lobster We were at the beach Everybody had matching towels Somebody went under a dock And there they saw a rock It wasn't a rock It was a rock lobster Motion in the ocean His air hose broke Lots of trouble Lots of bubble He was in a jam S'in a giant clam Down, down Underneath the waves Mermaids wavin' Wavin' to mermen Wavin' sea fans Sea horses sailin' Dolphins wailin' Red snappers snappin' Clam shells clappin' Muscles flexin' Flippers flippin' Down, down Let's rock! Boy's in bikinis Girls in surfboards Everybody's rockin' Everybody's fruggin' Twistin' 'round the fire Havin' fun Bakin' potatoes Bakin' in the sun Put on your noseguard Put on the lifeguard Pass the tanning butter Here comes a stingray There goes a manta-ray In walked a jelly fish There goes a dogfish Chased by a catfish In flew a sea robin Watch out for that piranha There goes a narwhale HERE COMES A BIKINI WHALE! |
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B-52's songs aren't supposed to make sense.
How about this one: It's the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine): REM That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire in a fire, representing seven games, a government for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped. Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down. Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine... (It's time I had some time alone) |
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am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly. I'm crying. Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come. Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday. MAN, you been a naughty boy, and let your face grow long. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob Mister City P'liceman sitting Pretty little policemen in a row. See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run. I'm crying. I'm cry------------ing, I'm crying. I'm cry------------ing. Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye. Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess, Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your Knickers down. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun. If the sun don't come, you get a tan From standing in the English rain. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob Expert texpert choking smokers, Don't you think the joker laughs at you? (ho ho ho, he, he he, ha, ha, ha) See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide. I'm crying. Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower. Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna. Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo goo g'joob, g'goo goo g'joob g'goo (rhythmical speaking along with juba's). Juba juba juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba juba. Juba juba..... (speaking) --Repeat (eventually juba's will stop) and fade until end.-- during the fade out background vocals: [Simultaneously:] 'Everybody smokes pot' and 'Oompa, oompa, stick it up your joompa' [jumper] |
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Pink Floyd - Pigs (Three Different Ones)
Big man, pig man Ha, ha, charade you are You well heeled big wheel Ha, ha, charade you are And when your hand is on your heart You're nearly a good laugh Almost a joker With your head down in the pig bin Saying 'Keep on digging' Pig stain on your fat chin What do you hope to find Down in the pig mine? You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry Bus stop rat bag Ha, ha, charade you are You fucked up old hag Ha, ha, charade you are You radiate cold shafts of broken glass You're nearly a good laugh Almost worth a quick grin You like the feel of steel You're hot stuff with a hatpin And good fun with a hand gun You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry Hey you, Whitehouse Ha, ha, charade you are You house proud town mouse Ha, ha, charade you are You're trying to keep our feelings off the street You're nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel abused? You got to stem the evil tide And keep it all on the inside Mary you're nearly a treat Mary you're nearly a treat But you're really a cry |
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