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You leave that long haired country boy alone, you hear? That's a fine little number, and I'll thank you not to forget it. :)
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I was thinking after I posted (distressingly familiar feeling, that), that looking for smart, witty lyrics in country music is probably more trouble than it's worth, although Rockabilly may be a different story (I would direct your attention to Exhibit A: Reverend Horton Heat, and specifically the ditty "Interracial Cowboy Homo Kind of Love").
So what I am saying is that The Devil Went Down to Georgia is not more nonsensical than any other country song, and a lot less than most. I realize that this is like a gold medal in the special olympics, but I think the objections to this tune are less to the lyrics and more to the country aesthetic behnd them. |
he told you once, you sons of bitches, he's the best there's ever been!
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For some reason anything radio friendly; rap, pop etc makes me cringe. Its like music for idiots. Its not even music!
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Corpsefucking Art - Demented Rabbits are raining in by backyard but I have a femur collection indoors. Finding femurs ain't easy 'cause rabbits rarely rain. Some bands have bad enough names and album titles that I don't think I need to post the lyrics: Carnivorous Vagina - Perverse With The Dead Fecal Corpse - We Gangbanged Your Mom... AGAIN! Funeral Rape - A Chainsaw In The Cunt Your Kid's On Fire - Aught Six - A Necrodyssey Zombie Death Stench - Here I Die... Zombified |
What happens when a grindcore band lets their guitarist write lyrics?
Corpse, Flesh, Genitals by Nasum. Not just the title, it's also the lyrics in their entirety. |
Pretty much anything by U2.
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Now, the rest of the words to the song are OK as far as top 40 radio stuff goes, but this little bit is just horrid. Who can remember the rest after this? |
Most of Rush's lyrics are written by Neil Peart. And they're not even close to the worst out there.They're a bit dense, and occasionally a bit clumsy. But there's much, much worse. Ho, there are depths deeper than even the most stout-hearted amongst have yet to imagine. They're a bit dense, and occasionally a bit clumsy. But there's much, much worse.
I'm wondering how we managed to get to the third page without a single mention of 'my lovely lady lumps.' But I've always thought the most elegant bit of lyrical fuckery I ever heard was penned by none other than Sir Paul McCartney: Quote:
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Mrs. Hat had this recommended her by one of her Spinning friends.
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Buckcherry - Too Drunk
I didn't think that it could get anyworse than Crazy Bitch, but they've outdone themsleves I hit the bottle in the morning in the summer time I quit my job cause it gets in the way I find a party by the ocean buy the cheapest wine, tell my friends to come and waiste the day. I got a dimeback, cortoroys, colored sleeves, and a bindle with some LSD. Now im just lookin for a girl to meet to help me to forget my name. I could spend my lifetime gettin high, never wanna live in suit and tie. Most of us are just livin a lie, drunk gettin fucked up every night. Im gettin drunk all night ooh im gettin drunk all day ooh im gettin drunk all night im sorry but i have to say, im too drunk to fuck. Now the party was jumpin and the girls were fine with the lipstick summer glaze. I got so many women comin after me i put some pussy on layaway. I was smoked out, tore up, drunk as fuck and i wouldn't wanna change a thing. Young and dumb and full of cum with a sugar loaded candy cane. I could spend my lifetime gettin high. never wanna live in suit and tie. Most of us are just livin a lie, drunk gettin fucked up every night. Im gettin drunk all night ohoh im gettin drunk all day ohoh im gettin drunk all night ohoh im gettin drunk all day ohoh im gettin drunk all night ohoh im gettin drunk all day ohohoh im gettin drunk all night, im sorry but i have to say. IM TOO DRUNK TO FUCK YOU! aaahh yeah im too drunk to fuck you (guitar plays for a bit). I can't eat, cant sleep, and im bored as fuck and the girl i want just walked away. She just found out im too drunk to fuck, looks like im not gettin laid. I could spend my lifetime gettin high, never wanna live in suit and tie. Most of us are just livin a lie, drunk gettin fucked up every night. Im gettin drunk all night ooh im gettin drunk all day ooh im gettin drunk all night ooh im gettin drunk all day ooh im gettin drunk all night ooh im gettin drunk all day ooh im gettin drunk all night. Im sorry but i have to say, IM TOO DRUNK TO FUCK YOU! YAAAAA... IM TOO DRUNK TO FUCK YOU. IM TOO DRUNK TO FUCK! This is what we've become I weep for our musical future |
HATE this song. Eveything else by Annie Lennox is pretty good if not downright cool, but every time I hear this, I cringe and say, "Made of WHAT??"
Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world And the seven seas-- Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused. (Hold your head up--Keep your head up--MOVIN' ON) Repeat continuously. |
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Bad lyrics -- lessee. I'm shocked to find this thread has gone three pages without mention of Starship's "We Built This City": We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Say you dont know me or recognize my face Say you dont care who goes to that kind of place Knee deep in the hoopla sinking in your fight Too many runaways eating up the night Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, dont you remember We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Someone always playing corporation games Who cares theyre always changing corporation names We just want to dance here someone stole the stage They call us irresponsible write us off the page Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, dont you remember We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Its just another sunday, in a tired old street Police have got the choke hold, oh then we just lost the beat Who counts the money underneath the bar Who rides the wrecking ball in two rock guitars Dont tell us you need us, cos were the ship of fools Looking for america, coming through your schools (Im looking out over that golden gate bridge Out on another gorgeous sunny saturday, not seein that bumper to bumper traffic) Dont you remember (member)(member) (whats your favorite radio station, in your favorite radio city The city by the bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps) Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, dont you remember We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll (we built, we built this city) built this city (we built, we built this city) and my personal all-time worst, Sammy Hagar's Three Lock Box: Suckers walk, money talks! But it can't touch my three lock box! Uh! Oh, yeah! Mysteries of the days of old. You find the key, you got the gold. One, two, three lock box. One, two, three lock box. One, two, three lock box. One, two, three lock box. Treasure's here, sunken there. Buried treasure's everywhere. One, two, three lock box. One, two, three lock box. Don't go far, circle close. The father, son, the holy ghost. To the trinity, I raise a toast! Ahh, yea! One, two, three lock box. One, two, three lock box. One, two, three lock box. One, two, three lock box. -solo- Secrets of the trinity lie within the number three. Uh! Hey! One, two, three lock box. One, two, three lock box. One, two, three lock box. One, two, three lock box. (Three Lock Box) One, two, three lock box. One, two, three lock box. (Three Lock Box) One, two, three lock box. One, two, three lock box. (Three Lock Box) Yeeeesh. |
Separate the lyrics from the music....
While "we built this city" is a totally indefensible song, the lyrics aren't any worse than, say, anything by Britney Spears, for instance, and while Ms Spears lyrics will certainly never be recognized for their insightful presentation of the foibles of the human condition ("oops, I did it again," indeed) they still stand head and shoulders and firm, perky bosom above the likes of "Honkey Tonk Badonkadonk", or "Why Don't We Do It in The Road" or Three Lock Box. Don't confuse the Music with the Lyrics. "Sweet Dreams are Made of This", wretched lyrics, good song. "Gin 'n Juice", Great Lyrics, hardly music at all (until the Gourds gave it the bluegrass treatment.) And, of course, I am as guilty as anyone else of injecting my personal disdain; in my case for the repetative with specific disgust for Techno. What we're looking for here are the mangled carcasses of language left when insipid metaphor meets rigid rhyme scheme, not mockery so much of the musical equivalent of William Carlos Williams, however mockworthy it is. OK, Rant over, I know return you to your regularly scheduled serving of fetid tripe, already in progress. Have fun with it. |
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i keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love.
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MIA has been making me want to pull my hair out. Can't turn on the radio without hearing that twats song. I was doing ok with it right up till the line "I got more records then the KGB"
I also have to go with Rage against the machine. Freaking musical McDonalds for pissed off teens and political science dropouts. The new piece of crap where he uters the line "M1 millimeter" just sets me off. There is no such thing as a fucking M1 millimeter. It's fucking wrong, and it bugs the shit out of me. |
Oh man, oh man, oh man!!!! I'm so excited for this.
Any Torontonian's ever heard of Chuggo? hahahaha be prepared. Chuggo - Come On, Fuck A Guy (spoken) Ahh, fuck a guy (sirens) When I step in the place throw your hands in the sky AAAAAHHH C'MON FUCK A GUY These girls can't have me and it makes them fuckin' cry AAAAAHHH C'MON FUCK A GUY On my way to court in a suit and a tie AAAAAHHH C'MON FUCK A GUY My brother's in the can and won't get out till next July AAAAAHHH C'MON FUCK A GUY The people are shit, that's how I feel I'll smash your fuckin' head, that's how I'm real Anything you need, that's what I deal My stomach was empty, that's why it's steel I don't trust nobody, that's why I don't blink What ever gets me drunk, that's what I drink I fuck all day, that's why I stink Bitches love the block all covered in ink The kids buy my shit, that's how I get cash Bitches see the kids buy it, that's how I get ass I grew up beside I strip bar, that's why I am trash Remmy Martin (?) in my glass, that's how I've got class Rappers got me angry, that's why I'm pissed They're all fuckin' garbage, that's why they got dissed Their girls come to see me because they can't fuck You'll never sell records because your rap sucks I heard your shit comeback, saying my name with that gun chat YOUR MOM'S BOX SMELLS LIKE A MUSKRAT! I'm a knockout, you're a love tap You wanna go against Chuggo, yo fuck that (echo: YO FUCK THAT) I'll put a sign on your back that says "I can't rap!" And a bruise on your face that says "I can't scrap" The way bitches shot you down screams "I can't mack" You're a filthy piece of shit and you ain't got jack You can catch me in the allyway gettin' drunk and high AAAAAHHH C'MON FUCK A GUY Smilin' at every sexy bitch that's walking by AAAAAHHH C'MON FUCK A GUY Shots of whisky and bottles of molson dry AAAAAHHH C'MON FUCK A GUY Fuckin' with me you must really wanna die AAAAAHHH C'MON FUCK A GUY I put mayo on everything, that's how I eat Lakeshore Blvd; that's how I'm street Can't say no to pussy, that's how I'm weak and I've been told I'm only nice when I sleep Loud with a slur, that's how I speak In your lobby with a knife, that's how I creep Drown in the lake and get found in the creek Blue in the face, cement surrounding your feet You talk shit, and that was the beat That's why I'm gonna roll up and smash in your teeth See the fire right there, that was the heat You deserve a good beating, that's my belief See that kid stealing? That was a thief See those dudes behind him? That's the police See this thing right here? That's my release And when I get out, I'm coming back with a piece You suckers know who's the baddest in town I treat pussy like weed cus I pass it around I move my hands toward your neck and I wrap it around It won't be long before your bodies actually fell (PMF: why not ground? hit the ground?) See this cash? That's obscene profit You see these rocks? The feds want it See these pounds? You need chronic I treat the pavement cus some bitches bleed on it I'm serious when I say there is more and that it gets worse. This is literally the worst, most offensive song I have ever heard in my short life. Yay toronto. My IQ lowered when listening to this. /winning |
This first comes to mind(the guitar solo in this song is hideous-doesn't even make sense),..and I thought I would be respectful to all you good folks and not post the Tragically Shits entire catalog
CONEY HATCH - Monkey Bars We are playing in the monkey bars Sittin' by the streets just countin' the cars We are running from place to place We're running around, like we're in a rat race Monkey bars, swingin' stars Countin' the cars, by the monkey bars We've got a job in the Amazon Everyone's a jungle, out to con We drive for miles and see lots of trees We get home in time to pay our managers fees Monkey bars, swingin' stars Countin' the cars, by the monkey bars (Solo) Eatin's easy when you're chimps like us Banana splits are a definite plus Things'll be better when we climb our way out Our hands may slip, but not cause of doubt Monkey bars, swingin' stars Countin' the cars, by the monkey bars Monkey bars, swingin' stars Settin' up those pars by the monkey bars |
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Children of Bodom - In Your Face GO! Conflict, terror, hear the noise. You're on the edge of a nerve-racking force. But, oh, my god, here's the fight. Never siege, never riot, must defy. Well look at me, what do you see? Another trophy, a living fucking dead beat Close your eyes take a step with me You're gone but it's not too late Exhibiting Abnormality It's not what you call reality. But you will always forget One thing I'd like you to know I don't give a flying fuck motherfucker I don't give a flying fuck motherfucker I don't give a flying I don't give a flying, I don't give a flying FUCK I'll never wait for any interference When the other people talk all over my shit But do I speak thee, yes I do So fuck hypocrisy and fuck you too INCOMING! [Chorus:] Say one, more word, I double dare you (bring it on) It's my world, you're in it, it'll take you down in a minute You can alter your look, diversify your age. But the truth seems like a bitchslap in your face. Well look at me, what do you see? Another trophy, a living fucking dead beat Close your eyes, take a step with me You're gone but it's not not too late Exhibiting Abnormality Careful what you call reality But you will always want You want the day that you shall die. I don't give a flying fuck motherfucker I don't give a flying fuck motherfucker I don't give a flying I don't give a flying I don't give a flying FUCK INCOMING! [Chorus] INCOMING! |
Percy, that Monkeybars tune is a delightfully fetid little piece of tripe. I know for a fact that my 8 year old daughter writes better songs. Well done.
Challah, Mrs. Hat tutors a metalhead who seems like a nice kid, but he's always trying to turn her on to Children of Bodom. Sort of makes AC/DC seem erudite, doesn't it? And the best part about it is that it sounds like it's sung by a guy gargling broken glass. Quote:
I don't feel any dumber, but the aaaabbbb rhyme scheme and the total lack of any redeeming feature (aside from that one line) surely give that.... whatever it is a right to be featured here. / Hey guys, Chuggo's been going down on Muskrats again! |
*googles erudite*
Yes, it does. The vocalist... don't get me started. This is a fine thread. |
Ok, the one song that really drives me nuts is MISFITS-LAST CARESS- it's like teen horror bubble gum pop. It's got a catchy beat and gets stuck in my head, but I hate the lyrics.
MISFITS LYRICS "Last Caress" I got something to say I killed your baby today And it doesn't matter much to me As long as it's dead Well I got something to say I raped your mother today And it doesn't matter much to me As long as she spread Sweet lovely death I am waiting for your breath Come sweet death, one last caress Go Sweet lovely death I am waiting for your breath Come sweet death, one last caress Well, I got something to say I killed your baby today And it doesn't matter much to me As long as it's dead Sweet lovely death I am waiting for your breath Come sweet death One last caress One last caress, sweet death One last caress, sweet death Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh [ A-Z Lyrics Universe ] |
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