Songs With Hidden (Or Not So Obvious) Meanings

BornToKill wrote: »

and sex. Sex and drugs ...

thats rock n roll

I particularly like the Mariah Carey song "I want you to stick your cock up my arsehole"...but I can't find a link to the video on youtube....or any reference to it on the internet.

Just on the note of Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, Hendrix had a song, not that while known although, called Laughing Sam's Dice. Pretty sure that was intentional.

Surpirsed no ones mentioned Lola by the Kinks, about accidentally pulling a tranny. And the song got banned by the BBC not because it was about a tranny but because they mentioned coca cola in the song.

And also Velvet Underground's Heroin, apparently about kittens. Didn't believe it either but there you go.

turin brakes, summer rain...

the chorus goes along the lines of 'summer rain, dripping down your face again'
key word = again. duuuuuurteeeeeee!!!

along those lines, there's a few bands out there that got their names from jizz.
10cc, pearl jam... any more??

and my youtube moment, the plucking song. people think it's about sex, but really they're all turkey farmers getting ready for Christmas.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kclq2zGQy4w&feature=related
bungle was some stoopid looking bollox.

and my personal favourite:



"Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking from head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.

You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper,
"This is so messed up."

Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.

"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for sss...

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself."

ballsymchugh wrote: »

those lines, there's a few bands out there that got their names from jizz.
10cc, pearl jam... any more??

The Lovin Spoonful.