Sunday comes alone again.

Vito Corleone

A perfect day for a quiet friend.
And you - you will set it free.

wazky

Who's Sunday?

kneemos

BOO!

biko

Best lyrics thread?

The time I think most clearly
The time I drift away
Is on the bus-ride that meanders
Up these valleys of green and grey

I get to think about what might have been
And what may yet come true
And I get to pass the rainy miles
Thinking of you

Vito Corleone

biko wrote: »

Best lyrics thread?

Hadn't planned on it, but yeah, sure why not? :pac:

Sir Arthur Daley

She will come yet, give her a chance.

Vito Corleone

Someone take these dreams away,
That point me to another day,
A duel of personalities,
That stretch all true realities.

The Backwards Man

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was stoned
Cos there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone

ratmouse

The Backwards Man wrote: »

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was stoned
Cos there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone

Never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse,
or if the going up was worth the coming down

desultory

Rack City Bitch, Rack, Rack City Bitch (x3)
Ten, Ten, Ten Twenties And Them Fifties Bitch
Rack City Bitch, Rack, Rack City Bitch (x3)
Ten, Ten, Ten Twenties And Them Fifties Bitch

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

MRnotlob606

MRnotlob606

I must find time to clean the table tops or practice my yodeling in the attic again

steddyeddy

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe

I know I'm irresponsible and I don't behave
and I ruin everything that I do
and I'll probably get arrested when I'm in my grave
but I'll be savin all my love for you

I paid fifteen dollars for a prostitute
with too much makeup and a broken shoe
but her eyes were just a counterfeit she tried to gyp me out of it
but you know that I'm still in love with you

ratmouse

ratmouse wrote: »

Never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse,
or if the going up was worth the coming down

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
And nothin' ain't worth nothin',
but it's free

ratmouse

Candie wrote: »

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
And nothin' ain't worth nothin',
but it's free

Please don't tell me how the story ends

ballsymchugh

is there no private forum for threads like this?

Vito Corleone

ballsymchugh wrote: »

is there no private forum for threads like this?

Is there a private forum for your face!

ballsymchugh

Vito Corleone wrote: »

Is there a private forum for your face!

yeah. don't you have one? or have i said too much??!

Temptamperu

Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol

C-C-C-COCAINE!!!!

donegal__road

Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
‘til its stock is in the ground
So men of fame
Can never find a way
‘til time has flown
Far from their dying day

Forgotten while you’re here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much outdated style

Turtyturd

Boys will be boys, and girls have those eyes that will cut you to ribbons sometimes, and all you can do is just wait by the moon and bleed if it's what she says you oughta do.

ratmouse

ratmouse wrote: »

Please don't tell me how the story ends

The lyrics to that one are heartbreaking.

ratmouse

Candie wrote: »

The lyrics to that one are heartbreaking.

You're right. They are :-(

Smidge

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds * that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now

Sir Arthur Daley

He was a boy, she was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk, she did ballet
What more can I say?

DrumSteve

Raining blood, under a lacerated sky.

ratmouse

DrumSteve wrote: »

Raining blood, under a lacerated sky.

It's raining men, amen

Steve F

Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
Evening brings the memory I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
Empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs

And I wonder did you know?That I never understood
That although you said you'd go,untill you did,
I never thought you would

wazky

He drinks tequila, and she talks dirty in Spanish...

WilyCoyote

I wonder who's kissing her now,
I wonder who's teaching her how,
Wonder who's looking into her eyes,
Breathing sighs, telling lies;
I wonder who's buying the wine,
For lips that I used to call mine.
I wonder if she ever tells him of me,
I wonder who's kissing her now.

alfa beta

I'm the twisted name
on Garbo's eyes
Living proof of
Churchill's lies
I'm destiny
I'm torn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets
Divine symmetry
Should I kiss the viper's fang
Or herald aloud
the death of Man
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes
there in the ashtray
Lyin' cold the way you left 'em, but at least your lips caressed them
while you packed
Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured
and didn't drink

But at least you thought you wanted it,
that's so much more than I can say for me

Smidge

Candie wrote: »

I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes
there in the ashtray
Lyin' cold the way you left 'em, but at least your lips caressed them
while you packed
Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured
and didn't drink

But at least you thought you wanted it,
that's so much more than I can say for me

You do love your Elvis and Leonard

Smidge

Smidge wrote: »

You do love your Elvis and Leonard

I've had the sad songs on alllll day

motivation

I like it quiet

fearrua

I'm losing my edge, to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.

From Losing my Edge by LCD Soundsystem, a song about not being cool anymore.

Tail Docker

99 red balloons..

cml387

If you like a ukulele lady,
ukulele lady like a you.
If you want to linger where it's shady,
ukulele lady linger too.
If you kiss a ukulele lady
while you promise ever to be true,
and she see another ukulele lady fool around with you.
Maybe she'll sigh, maybe she'll cry,
Maybe she'll find somebody else
by and by-y-y
to sing to when it's cool and shady,
where the tricky wicky wackies woo woo woo.
If you like a ukulele lady,
ukulele lady like a you.

Deathwish4

You were the first girl at school to get breasts.
Martyn said that yours were the best.

Pulp - Disco 2000

RollieFingers

I met this girl on Valentine's Day, f*cked her in May,
She found out about April, so she chose to March.

Smidge

cml387 wrote: »

If you like a ukulele lady,
ukulele lady like a you.
If you want to linger where it's shady,
ukulele lady linger too.
If you kiss a ukulele lady
while you promise ever to be true,
and she see another ukulele lady fool around with you.
Maybe she'll sigh, maybe she'll cry,
Maybe she'll find somebody else
by and by-y-y
to sing to when it's cool and shady,
where the tricky wicky wackies woo woo woo.
If you like a ukulele lady,
ukulele lady like a you.

I sang this as Steve Martin in "The man with two brains" :D

HugsiePie

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got
Make Me so horney
Ooh, rump of smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my benz
Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupy

foxtrot101

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qK82JvRY5s

Irish Guitarist

Oh the snot has caked against my pants
It has turned into crystal
There's a bluebird sitting on a branch
I guess I'll take my pistol
I've got it in my hand
Because he's on my land

EDit

We tried to make it work
You in a cocktail skirt
And me in a suit
But it just wasn't me
You're used to wearing less
And now your life's a mess
So insecure you seem

MRnotlob606

Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground).
Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain).
Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call).

Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears).
Between salt water and the sea strands (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun).
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill).
And gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten).
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.

nelly17

If you keep on walkin',
You'll walk right outta sight.
And if you keep your eyes closed,
You will not see the light.

Just give me a chance,
To put it right.

If you keep your heart closed,
You'll live out in the cold.
And you'll go on searchin',
It's such a lonesome road.

Let me be the one,
You wanna hold.

Yea

Wheels within wheels,
Confused what you feel a little bit.
Rules within rules,
Won't hide the hurt I have felt.

Well, I could keep on tryin',
Looks like it's all been in vain.
For somethin's truly got you,
Its carryin' you away.
Don't leave me standing,
In this empty space.

Leogirl

sometimes I see her undressing for me,
she's the soft naked lady love meant her to be
and she's moving her body so brave and so free.
If I've got to remember that's a fine memory.


Tonight will be fine - Leonard Cohen

stefan idiot jones

'Waiter?'

Return Of The Los Palmos 7 - Madness.