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Lyrics that don't make a lick of sense!

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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 2,219 ✭✭✭PK2008


    The ultimate: Pearl Jam, Yellow Ledbetter




  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 690 ✭✭✭Lorrs33


    Well I'm sorry,
    That he called me,
    And that I answered the telephone,
    Don't be worried,
    I'm not with him,
    And when I go out tonight,
    I'm going home alone,
    Just got back from my tour,
    I'm a mess girl for sure,
    All I want is some fun,
    Guess that I'd better run,
    Hollywood sucks you in,
    But it won't spit me out
    ,
    Whoa Whoa, HA

    I love that song but talk about going off the point.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 2,816 ✭✭✭Acacia


    Dizzee Rascal's new turdsong 'Bonkers'. What a load of sh1te. What an over-rated talentless yoke he is.


    Some people think I’m bonkers
    But I just think I’m free
    Man I’m just living my life
    There nothing crazy about me
    Some people pay for thrills
    but I get mine for free
    Man I’m just living my life
    There nothing crazy about me

    (Bonkers)



  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 10,572 ✭✭✭✭brummytom


    Mr Tambourine Man - Bob Dylan
    Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
    I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
    Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
    In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

    Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
    Vanished from my hand,
    Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
    My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
    I have no one to meet
    And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

    Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
    My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
    My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
    To be wanderin'.
    I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
    Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
    I promise to go under it.

    Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
    It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
    And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
    And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
    To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
    I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
    Seein' that he's chasing.

    Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
    Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
    The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
    Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
    Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
    Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
    With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
    Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
    I do love this last lin however ^^^


    The sad thing is I know all of those words off by heart....


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 2,599 ✭✭✭Thundercats Ho


    The Killers, are we human or are we dancers. wtf?
    I know what a dancer means in dublin (gowan ya dancer ya!), but they're from vegas not donaghmede.


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  • Moderators, Music Moderators Posts: 35,948 Mod ✭✭✭✭dr.bollocko


    Acacia wrote: »
    Dizzee Rascal's new turdsong 'Bonkers'. What a load of sh1te. What an over-rated talentless yoke he is.


    Some people think I’m bonkers
    But I just think I’m free
    Man I’m just living my life
    There nothing crazy about me
    Some people pay for thrills
    but I get mine for free
    Man I’m just living my life
    There nothing crazy about me

    (Bonkers)


    Yes but to be fair the lyrics make sense.
    Now pretty much anything by the doors will either have you enthused by the poetic inclination or bristling at what appears to be nonsense.

    My favourite doors lyrics right now are:

    your fingers weave quick minarets
    Speak in secret alphabets
    I light another cigarette
    Learn to forget


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 334 ✭✭Ollchailin


    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8n9lkdcWW3Y

    I like it but I don't get it.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 2,599 ✭✭✭Thundercats Ho


    Yes but to be fair the lyrics make sense.
    Now pretty much anything by the doors will either have you enthused by the poetic inclination or bristling at what appears to be nonsense.

    My favourite doors lyrics right now are:

    your fingers weave quick minarets
    Speak in secret alphabets
    I light another cigarette
    Learn to forget

    Anything by the Doors is a winner in my book.
    Similar to the Beatles, in that there may well have been drugs involved.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 10,572 ✭✭✭✭brummytom


    Another one I'm wondering if anyone can shed any light on?
    My favourite song at the moment is Raglan Road - Patrick Kavanagh

    On Raglan Road of an Autumn day
    I saw her first and knew,
    That her dark hair would weave a snare
    That I might someday rue.
    I saw the danger and I passed
    Along the enchanted way.
    And I said,"Let grief be a fallen leaf
    At the dawning of the day."

    On Grafton Street in November, we
    Tripped lightly along the ledge
    Of a deep ravine where can be seen
    The worth of passion play.
    The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
    And I not making hay;
    Oh, I loved too much and by such and such
    Is happiness thrown away.

    I gave her gifts of the mind,
    I gave her the secret signs,
    That's known to the artists who have known
    The true gods of sound and stone.
    And her words and tint without stint
    I gave her poems to say
    With her own name there and her own dark hair
    Like clouds over fields of May.

    On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
    I see her walking now,
    And away from me so hurriedly
    My reason must allow.
    That I had loved, not as I should
    A creature made of clay,
    When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
    His wings at the dawn of day.


    Beautiful words, but what the fcuk do they mean? I understand he see's a woman, knows she might break his heart but still falls in love.
    Whats the creature of clay all about? :confused:


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 2,228 ✭✭✭bluto63


    The Killers, are we human or are we dancers. wtf?
    I know what a dancer means in dublin (gowan ya dancer ya!), but they're from vegas not donaghmede.

    It's a Hunter S Thompson quote, and as we all know, he was off his rocker


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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 2,228 ✭✭✭bluto63




  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,756 ✭✭✭InkSlinger67


    brummytom wrote: »
    Another one I'm wondering if anyone can shed any light on?
    My favourite song at the moment is Raglan Road - Patrick Kavanagh

    I thought I seen Richie Kavanagh there for a sec.....now there's a man who uses lyrics with a neck like a jockey's b***ocks!! :D



  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 2,599 ✭✭✭Thundercats Ho


    bluto63 wrote: »
    It's a Hunter S Thompson quote, and as we all know, he was off his rocker

    Cheers. Didn't know that.


  • Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators Posts: 1,857 Mod ✭✭✭✭Michael Collins


    brummytom wrote: »
    Another one I'm wondering if anyone can shed any light on?
    My favourite song at the moment is Raglan Road - Patrick Kavanagh

    On Raglan Road of an Autumn day
    I saw her first and knew,
    That her dark hair would weave a snare
    That I might someday rue.
    I saw the danger and I passed
    Along the enchanted way.
    And I said,"Let grief be a fallen leaf
    At the dawning of the day."

    On Grafton Street in November, we
    Tripped lightly along the ledge
    Of a deep ravine where can be seen
    The worth of passion play.
    The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
    And I not making hay;
    Oh, I loved too much and by such and such
    Is happiness thrown away.

    I gave her gifts of the mind,
    I gave her the secret signs,
    That's known to the artists who have known
    The true gods of sound and stone.
    And her words and tint without stint
    I gave her poems to say
    With her own name there and her own dark hair
    Like clouds over fields of May.

    On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
    I see her walking now,
    And away from me so hurriedly
    My reason must allow.
    That I had loved, not as I should
    A creature made of clay,
    When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
    His wings at the dawn of day.


    Beautiful words, but what the fcuk do they mean? I understand he see's a woman, knows she might break his heart but still falls in love.
    Whats the creature of clay all about? :confused:

    My take on that one is he idolised her, perhaps a bit too much, but in the end he realised that she wasn't worth all the thinking time he devoted to her, and she was just, like we all are, a creature made of clay.

    It's a great song anyway. You're listening to the Luke Kelly version I presume?


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 10,572 ✭✭✭✭brummytom


    I thought I seen Richie Kavanagh there for a sec.....now there's a man who uses lyrics with a neck like a jockey's b***ocks!! :D


    That made my ears bleed


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 10,572 ✭✭✭✭brummytom


    My take on that one is he idolised her, perhaps a bit too much, but in the end he realised that she wasn't worth all the thinking time he devoted to her, and she was just, like we all are, a creature made of clay.

    It's a great song anyway. You're listening to the Luke Kelly version I presume?

    Oh that makes sense.. a universal feeling then.
    It is a great song - of course Luke's version, is there any other? ;):p


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 804 ✭✭✭yerayeah


    brummytom wrote: »
    Another one I'm wondering if anyone can shed any light on?
    My favourite song at the moment is Raglan Road - Patrick Kavanagh

    On Raglan Road of an Autumn day
    I saw her first and knew,
    That her dark hair would weave a snare
    That I might someday rue.
    I saw the danger and I passed
    Along the enchanted way.
    And I said,"Let grief be a fallen leaf
    At the dawning of the day."

    On Grafton Street in November, we
    Tripped lightly along the ledge
    Of a deep ravine where can be seen
    The worth of passion play.
    The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
    And I not making hay;
    Oh, I loved too much and by such and such
    Is happiness thrown away.

    I gave her gifts of the mind,
    I gave her the secret signs,
    That's known to the artists who have known
    The true gods of sound and stone.
    And her words and tint without stint
    I gave her poems to say
    With her own name there and her own dark hair
    Like clouds over fields of May.

    On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
    I see her walking now,
    And away from me so hurriedly
    My reason must allow.
    That I had loved, not as I should
    A creature made of clay,
    When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
    His wings at the dawn of day.


    Beautiful words, but what the fcuk do they mean? I understand he see's a woman, knows she might break his heart but still falls in love.
    Whats the creature of clay all about? :confused:
    At a guess, maybe it's a put down, saying she was not capable of loving or something like that...

    Another one I just thought of, what is Lady Gaga spouting on about here...

    "Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin
    I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning"


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 760 ✭✭✭hbr


    What song lyrics confuse the hell out of you and what's your interpretation? :confused:

    Forget Hendrix, Bowie, Lennon etc.... For sheer gibberish,
    you just can't beat the Bothy Band.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtY6mi0oS2w


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2, Paid Member Posts: 9,423 ✭✭✭cml387


    Maybe she'll sigh (an awful lot)
    Maybe she'll cry (and maybe not)
    Maybe she'll find somebody else
    By and by
    To sing to when it's cool and shady
    Where the tricky wicky wacky woo
    If you like Ukulele Lady
    Ukulele Lady like a'you

    Total lyrics breakdown there I think.

    Oh by the way, connect Raglan Road to Dido.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 804 ✭✭✭yerayeah


    hbr wrote: »
    Forget Hendrix, Bowie, Lennon etc.... For sheer gibberish,
    you just can't beat the Bothy Band.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtY6mi0oS2w
    That's Irish, no??

    Irish wasn't my strongest point in school so I don't have a notion whether it is or not!!


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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 8,822 ✭✭✭ShooterSF


    Generation sex
    Respects
    The rights
    Of girls
    Who want to take their clothes off
    As long as we can all watch thats okay
    And generation sex
    Elects
    The type
    Of guys
    You wouldnt leave your kids with
    And shouts off with their heads if they get laid
    Lovers watch their backs
    As hacks
    In macs
    Take snaps
    Through telephoto lenses
    Chase mercedes benzes through the night
    A mourning nation weeps
    And wails
    But keeps
    The sales
    Of evil tabloids healthy
    The poor protect the wealthy in this world
    Generation sex
    Injects
    The sperm
    Of worms
    Into the eggs of field mice
    So you can look real nice for the boys

    And generation sex
    Is me
    And you
    And we
    Should really all know better
    My favourite line for a nonsense lyric.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 760 ✭✭✭hbr


    yerayeah wrote: »
    That's Irish, no??

    Irish wasn't my strongest point in school so I don't have a notion whether it is or not!!

    Scottish Gaelic. Don't try too hard to make sense of it.
    The experts have tried and failed:
    https://listserv.heanet.ie/cgi-bin/wa?A2=ind9704&L=gaidhlig-b&D=1&P=587

    Like I said, pure gibberish. In fairness to the BB, like everything
    they recorded, it is brilliantly performed.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 804 ✭✭✭yerayeah


    hbr wrote: »
    Scottish Gaelic. Don't try too hard to make sense of it.
    The experts have tried and failed:
    https://listserv.heanet.ie/cgi-bin/wa?A2=ind9704&L=gaidhlig-b&D=1&P=587

    Like I said, pure gibberish. In fairness to the BB, like everything
    they recorded, it is brilliantly performed.
    Oh right... Don't worry, I won't give too much time thinking about it!!


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 804 ✭✭✭yerayeah


    Not strictly a song but since it's a poem about Elvis by Bono why not throw it into the mix...

    Talk about talking sh1t!

    elvis son of tupelo.
    elvis mama's boy.
    elvis the twin brother of Jesse who died at birth and was buried in a shoe box.
    elvis drove a truck.
    elvis was recorded at sun studios by the musical diviner sam phillips.
    elvis was managed by colonel tom parker, an ex-carnie barker whose last act was a singing canary.
    elvis was the most famous singer in the world since king david.
    elvis lived on his own street.
    elvis liked to play speed cop.
    elvis had a monkey named scatter before anyone.
    elvis wore a cape at the white house when he was presenting nixon with two silver pistols.
    elvis was a member of the drug squad.
    elvis wore eye make up, just hangin' out.
    elvis wore a gold nudie suit and trained his lip to curl.
    elvis was macho, but could sing like a girl.
    elvis was not a big talker.
    elvis was articulate in every other way.
    elvis dyed his hair black to look like valentino.
    elvis held a microphone the way valentino held nitanaldi in blood and sand.
    elvis dressed black long before he dressed in black.
    elvis sang black except in lower registers where he was a student of dean martin.
    elvis admired mario lanza.
    elvis delivered the world from crooning.
    elvis was a great crooner.
    elvis had a voice that could explain the sexuality of america.
    elvis was influenced by jim morrison in his choice of black leather for the '68 comeback special.
    elvis invented the beatles.
    elvis achieved world domination from a small town.
    elvis was conscious of myth.
    elvis had pharoah-like potential.
    elvis was made by america, so america could remake itself.
    elvis had good manners.
    elvis was a bass, a baritone, and a tenor.
    elvis sang his heart out at the end.
    elvis the opera singer.
    elvis the soap opera.
    elvis loved america, God, the bible, firearms, the movies, the office of presidency, junk food, drugs, cars, family,television, jewellery, straight talkin', dirty talkin' gameshows, uniforms, and self-help books.
    elvis like america, wanted to improve himself.
    elvis like america, started out loving but later turned on himself.
    elvis body could not stop moving.
    elvis is alive, we're dead.
    elvis the charismatic.
    elvis the ecstatic.
    elvis the plastic, elvis the elastic with a spastic dance that might explain the energy of america.
    elvis fusion and confusion.
    elvis earth rod in a southern dorm.
    elvis shaking up an electrical storm.
    elvis in hollywood his voice gone to ground.
    elvis in las vegas with a big brassy sound.
    elvis the first rock'n'roll star with scotty moore, bill black, and dj fontana.
    elvis with james burton and ronny tutt.
    elvis the movie star made three good films: viva las vegas, flaming star, and jailhouse rock.
    elvis the hillbilly brought rhythm to the white race, blues to pop, and rock'n'roll to where ever rock'n'roll is.
    elvis the pelvis, swung from africa to europe, which is the idea of america.
    elvis liberation.
    elvis the kung fu would come later.
    elvis hibernation.
    elvis built a theme park he later called Graceland.
    elvis woke up to whispers.
    elvis thought of himself as a backslider.
    elvis knew guilt like a twin brother.
    elvis called God every morning then left the phone off the hook.
    elvis turned las vegas into a church when he sang "love me tender".
    elvis turned america into a church when he sang "the trilogy".
    elvis was harangued by choice; flesh vs spirit, God vs rock'n'roll mother vs lover, father vs the colonel.
    elvis grew sideburns as a protest against tom jones' hairy chest.
    elvis would have a president named after him.
    elvis was one of the boys.
    elvis was not one of the boys.
    elvis had an acute intelligence disguised as talent.
    elvis broke pirscilla's heart.
    elvis broke lisa marie's heart.
    elvis woke up my heart.
    elvis white trash.
    elvis the memphis flash.
    elvis didn't smoke hash and woulda been a sissy without johnny cash.
    elvis didn't dodge the draft.
    elvis had his own aircraft.
    elvis having a laugh on the lisa marie in a colour photograph.
    elvis under the hood.
    elvis cadillac blood.
    elvis darling bud flowered and returned to the mississippi mud.
    elvis ain't gonna rot.
    elvis in a memphis plot.
    elvis didn't hear the shot but the king died just across the lot from.
    elvis vanilla ice cream.
    elvis girls of 14.
    elvis memphis spleen shooting at the tv reading corinthians 13.
    elvis with God on his knees.
    elvis on three tvs.
    elvis here come the killer bees head full of honey, potato chips and cheese.
    elvis the bumper stickers.
    elvis the white knickers.
    elvis the white ****** ate at burger king and just kept getting bigger.
    elvis sang to win.
    elvis the battle to be slim.
    elvis ate america before america ate him.
    elvis stamps, elvis necromance.
    elvis fans, elvisp sychphants.
    elvis the public enemy.
    elvis don't mean **** to chuck d.
    elvis changed the centre of gravity.
    elvis made it slippy.
    elvis hitler, elvis nixon, elvis christ, elvis mishima.
    elvis marcus, elvis jackson, elvis the pelvis.
    elvis the psalmist, elvis the genius, elvis the generous.
    elvis forgive us.
    elvis pray for us
    elvis aaron presley (1935-1977)


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 4,260 ✭✭✭swingking


    What's the story with that song

    "I would walk 500 miles"!!!


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,756 ✭✭✭InkSlinger67


    Thread mission accomplished methinks! There is loads of strange/weird lyrics out there but it's all relative to the author I'm sure. I'm surprised no one posted Nigel's Mach to prove it.....



  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 19,473 ✭✭✭✭Super-Rush


    Bucks Fizz, Making Your Mind Up

    'Don't let your indecision take you from behind, trust your inhibitions, don't let others change your mind'

    What the FCUK


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 10,572 ✭✭✭✭brummytom


    One last one , I promise... never understood this:
    I'm Yours - Jason Mraz (again, a fantastic song)

    Scooch on over closer, dear
    And I will nibble your ear

    I've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror
    and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer
    But my breath fogged up the glass
    and so I drew a new face and I laughed
    I guess what I'd be sayin' is there ain't no better reason
    to rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons
    it's what we aim to do
    our name is our virtue

    What the fudge?


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 4,944 ✭✭✭Jay P


    Yellow Ledbetter is a good'un! Also, any song by the red hot chillis. In fairness, it's all just random songs that rhyme!


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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 1,492 ✭✭✭upmeath


    Just about anything the Red Hot Chili Peppers ever put out (maybe with the exception of Under the Bridge)

    Red Hot Chili Peppers - Can't Stop
    Cant stop addicted to the shin dig
    Cop top he says Im gonna win big
    Choose not a life of imitation
    Distant cousin to the reservation
    Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
    This punk the feeling that you stay for
    In time I want to be your best friend
    Eastside love is living on the westend
    Knock out but boy you better come to
    Dont die you know the truth is some do
    Go write your message on the pavement
    Burnin so bright I wonder what the wave meant
    White heat is screaming in the jungle
    Complete the motion if you stumble
    Go ask the dust for any answers
    Come back strong with 50 belly dancers

    :confused:


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