Sing me a SONG!


#1

Hey guys and girls! you know what I want you to do…post your favorite lyrics to any song…(keep it clean obviously! :cool: ) and we’ll see what everyone comes up with! have fun! And if you are going to the PGH regional or Grand Rapids…let me know so cause thats where our team will be going! can’t wait! talk to everyone later!


#2

*Originally posted by Biggs717 *
**Hey guys and girls! you know what I want you to do…post your favorite lyrics to any song…(keep it clean obviously! :cool: ) and we’ll see what everyone comes up with! have fun! And if you are going to the PGH regional or Grand Rapids…let me know so cause thats where our team will be going! can’t wait! talk to everyone later! **

In the End demo

It starts with one
And multiplies till you can taste the sun
And burnt by the sky you try to take it from
But if it falls there’s no place to run
Crumbling down it’s so unreal
They’re dealing you in to determine your end
And sending you back again to places you’ve been
And bending your will till it breaks you within
And still they fill their eyes
With the twilight through the skylight
And the highlights on a frame of steel
See the brightness of your likeness
As I write this on a pad with the way
I feel
Hear the screaming in my dreaming
As it’s seeming that you played your part
Like your heartless take apart this
In the darkness but I know

I’ve tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn’t even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn’t even matter

I’ve looked down the line
And what’s there is not what ought to be
Held back by the battles they fought for me
Calling me to be part of their property
And now I see that I get no chance
I get no break
Fakes and snakes quickly lead to mistakes
And as the tightrope within slowly starts to thin
I can only hope that they close their eyes
To the twilight through the skylight
And the highlights on a frame of steel
See the brightness of your likeness
As I write this on a pad
To the way I feel
Hear the screaming in my dreaming
As it’s seeming that you played your part
Like your heartless take apart this
In the darkness but I know

I’ve tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn’t even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn’t even matter

I’ve put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know

I’ve put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know

I’ve put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know

I’ve tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn’t even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn’t even matter <-- by Linkin Park

I’m going to the Pittsburgh one, my team’s number is #0005


#3

Here is a part of “I Love My Lips”:

Ten days after I turned eight,
Got my lips stuck in a gate.

My friends all laughed…
… and I just stood there until the fire department came and broke the lock with a crowbar and I had to spend the next six weeks in lip rehab with this kid named Oscar who got stung by a bee right on the lip and we couldn’t even talk to each other until the fifth week 'cuz both of our lips were so swollen and when he did start speaking he only spoke Polish and I only knew like three words in Polish but except now I know four because Oscar taught me the word for lip, “osta.” (pronounced ‘oosta’)

Here is a part of “We are the Pirates who don’t do Anything”:

We’ll I’ve never plucked a rooster,
And I’m not to good at ping-pong,
And I’ve never thrown my mashed-potatoes up againts the wall,
And I’ve never kissed a chipmunk,
And I’ve never gotten head lice,
And I’ve never been to Boston in the fall.

And I’ve never licked a spark plug,
And I’ve never sniffed a stink bug,
And I’ve never painted daisies on a big red rubber ball,
And I’ve never bathed in yogurt,
And I don’t look good in leggings,
And I’ve never been to Boston in the fall.


#4

*Originally posted by LBK Rules *
**Here is a part:

Ten days after I turned eight,
Got my lips stuck in a gate.

My friends all laughed…
… “osta.” (pronounced ‘oosta’) **

Ooh! I can recite that to speed. high five

~
“It’s beautiful, I would say, I wouldn’t have it, any other way, if I said different, that would be a lie, if I said different, that would be a lie. Be a lie!”
-Operation Ivy, Jaded
(these lyrics were in my head today)


#5

The sun is a mass of incandescent gas,
A gigantic nuclear furance.
Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees.

Yo-ho it’s hot.
The sun is not
a place where we could live.
But here on Earth, there’d be no life without the light it gives.
We needs its light, we need its heat, we need its energy.
Without the sun, without a doubt, there’d be no you and me.

The sun is a mass of incandescent gas,
A gigantic nuclear furance.
Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees.

The sun is hot…

It is so hot that everything on it is a gas: iron, copper, aluminum and many others.

The sun is large…
If the sun were hollow, a million earths could fit inside, and yet, the sun is only a middle sized star.

The sun is far away…
About 93 million miles away…and thats why it looks so small.

And even when it’s out of site, the sun shines night and day.

The sun gives heat , the sun gives light, the sunlight that we see.
The sunlight comes from our own sun’s atomic energy.

Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. The heat and light of the sun comes from the nuclear reactions of hydrogen, carbon, nitrogen and helium.

The sun is a mass of incandescent gas,
A gigantic nuclear furance.
Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees.

– Why does the sun shine? They Might Be Giants.

What rolls down stairs
Alone or in pairs
Rolls over your neighbor’s dog.

What’s great for a snack
And fits on your back
It’s log, log, log!

It’s lo-og, lo-og,
It’s big, it’s heavy, it’s wood.
It’s lo-og, lo-og,
It’s better than bad, it’s good.

Everyone wants a log,
You’re gonna love it, log
Come on and get your log,
Everyone needs a log…

BY BLAMMO!

– Log, Ren & Stimpy :slight_smile: (I thought of this song while going over natural logs in Calculus :D)

Other good songs of choice:
Moldy Peaches - Who’s got the crack?
Ween - Mister, Won’t You Please Help My Pony?
Reel Big Fish - Where Have You Been?


#6

100 girls or maybe more
Who left me passed out on the floor
I know it might be wrong
I had to write this song
For a hundred girls and hundreds more

There was Katherine in Manhattan
Her mouth was always laughin’
She’s always a distraction
'Cuz she always wants some action
At 1 she took me in a cab
2 in a Soho bar
3 she got real bad and jumped me in a subway car

These are Mary’s voodoo ways
We would stay in bed for days
In an alligator haze
In her swampy Southern place
She broke me down on Bourbon Street
Curled up at her feet
As Mary flashed the parades
I fixed myself with hurricanes

100 girls or maybe more
Who left me passed out on the floor
I wish I heard you tell me
Make up your mind
Wake up
Make up your mind make up your mind

This is Daisy, this is crazy
Always telling me I’m lazy
Her endurance would amaze me
And her swearing didn’t phase me
It was based upon a sweet lie
Like a butterfly she showed herself in many phases
And had a thing for public places
Late at night in Fenway Park
She led me naked through the dark
Daisy let me suffer there, smothered in my underwear

There was Alison and here’s the thing
I thought that she was 17
She was 18 but looked 16
And told me she was 23
Valerie who hated money
Stuck me to the sheets with honey
Caroline from Amsterdam took off with some other band
Megan, Kim and the rest
I love you all and that’s the test
If I wake up in time how will I make up my mind

Stroke 9-100 Girls


#7

The guys in my engineering class are always playing this song … it’s stuck in my head :frowning: (/me glares at Ryan, Tyler and Chell)

** Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas

"I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
I don’t want a doll, no dinkey tinker toys
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
I don’t think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won’t have to use a dirty chimney flue
Just bring him through the front door
That’s the easy thing to do

I can see me now on Christmas morning
Creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy, what surprise
When I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinosaurus
I only likes hippopotamuses [sic]
And hippopotamuses [sic] like me, too

Mom says a hippo would eat me up, but then
Teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian
There’s lots of room for him in our two-car garage
I’d feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage.


#8

Taproot- Poem

reoccuring drowning effect, entrenching my veins
in an hour ill be ok i feel this pain wont go away
at least somday
seen this and breathe this inm living on my own

This song has a poem to myself it helps me to live
in case of fire break the glass and move on into your own

overbearing drowning effects, entrenching my veins in an hour ill be ok
i pray this pain wont go away at least someday
seen this and breathe this inm living on my own

This song has a poem to myself it helps me to live
in case of fire break the glass and move on into your own
this song has a poem to myself it helps me to live
in case of fire break the glass and move on into your own
this song has a poem to myself it helps me to live
in case of fire break the glass and move on into your own

Go and DOWNLOAD THIS SONG!!!


#9

Only appropriate…

Mr. Roboto

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Mata ah-oo hima de
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Himitsu wo shiri tai

You’re wondering who I am-machine or mannequin
With parts made in Japan, I am the modren man

I’ve got a secret I’ve been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M.
So if you see me acting strangely, don’t be surprised
I’m just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide
To keep me alive-just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide to keep me alive

I’m not a robot without emotions-I’m not what you see
I’ve come to help you with your problems, so we can be free
I’m not a hero, I’m not a saviour, forget what you know
I’m just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control
Beyond my control-we all need control
I need control-we all need control

I am the modren man, who hides behind a mask
So no one else can see my true identity

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo…domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo…domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo…domo
Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
For doing the jobs that nobody wants to
And thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
For helping me escape just when I needed to
Thank you-thank you, thank you
I want to thank you, please, thank you

The problem’s plain to see: too much technology
Machines to save our lives. Machines dehumanize.

The time has come at last
To throw away this mask
So everyone can see
My true identity…
I’m Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!


#10

Social Distortion - Don’t Drag Me Down

Children are taught to hate, parents just couldn’t wait
Some are rich and some are poor, others will just suffer more
Have you ever been ashamed and felt society try to keep you down?
I begin to watch things change and see them turn around

Turn around, they’ll try to keep you down
Turn around, Turn around
Don’t drag me down

Ignorance like a gun in hand, reach out to the promised land
Your history books are full of lies, media-blitz gonna dry your eyes
Have you ever been afraid, and felt society try to keep you down?
I begin to watch things change see them turn around

Turn around, they’ll try to keep you down
Turn around, Turn around
Don’t drag me down

(guitar solo :D)

Ignorance like a gun in hand
reach out to the promised land
Your history books are full of lies,
media-blitz gonna dry your eyes
You’re eighteen wanna be a man?
Your granddaddy’s in the Ku Klux Klan
Taking two steps forward
and four steps back
Gonna go to the White House
and paint it black

Turn around, they’ll try to keep you down
Turn around
Turn around, they’ll try to keep you down
Turn around, Turn around
Don’t drag me down

I love that song. Mike Ness is my favorite songwriter, ever.


#11

Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction

a febrile shocking violent smack
the children are hoping for a heart attack,
tonight the windows are watching,
the streets all conspire,
and the lamppost can’t stop crying,
if I could fly high above the world,
would I see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity?,
or would I see hungry lover homicides,
loving brother suicides,
and olly olly oxenfrees,
who pickaside and hide

the world is scratching at my door,
my morning papers got the scores,
the human interest stories, and the obituary

cockroach naps and rattling traps,
how many devils can you fit upon a match head?,
caringosity killed the Kerouac cat,
sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

in my alley around the corner,
there’s a wino with feathered shoulders,
and a spirit giving head for crack and he’ll never want it back,
there’s a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving
and a pack of wild desperados scornful of living

the world is scratching at my door…

cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back,
how many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemingway cracked,
sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

life is the crummiest book I ever read,
there isn’t a hook, just a lot of cheap shots,
pictures to shock and characters an amateur would never dream up


#12

by They Might Be Giants

*I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It’s a simple message and I’m leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My story’s infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn’t rest

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am

There’s a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I’d be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

(and while you’re at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you’re at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you’re at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul


#13

Heh, Kyle’s choice song was one we were singing to on the way back from lunch today. heh

my (lyric appropriate) song:

A song from the greatest band in the world: (Morris Day & The Time are a close second ;))

London Calling - The Clash
London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look at us
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain’t got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

CHORUS
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an’ go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out-and draw another breath
London calling-and I don’t wanna shout
But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain’t got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

CHORUS

Now get this
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
An’ you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won’t you give me a smile?

I never felt so much a’ like


#14

Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue by Toby Keith. This was written shortly after 9/11. But this song says a lot.


American girls and American guys will always stand up and salute;
Will always recognize
When we see ol’ glory flying,
There’s a lot of men dead,
So we can sleep in peace at night when we lay down our head.

My daddy served in the army,
Where he lost his right eye.
But he flew a flag out in our yard 'til the day that he died.
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy in the land of the free.

Now this nation that I love has fallen under attack.
A mighty sucker punch came flying in from somewhere in the back.
Soon as we could see clearly through our big black eye,
Man we lit up your world like the Fourth of July.

Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list,
And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist.
And the eagle will fly,
And there’s gonna be Hell,
When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell!
It’s gonna feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you…
Brought to you courtesy of the Red, White and Blue!

Oh, Justice will be served and the battle will rage.
This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage
You’ll be sorry that you messed with the US of A
'Cuz we’ll put a boot in your $@#$@#$@#
It’s the American way.

Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list,
And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist.
And the eagle will fly,
And there’s gonna be Hell,
When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell!
And it’ll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you…
Brought to you courtesy of the Red, White and Blue!

Of the Red, White and Blue…
Of my Red, White and Blue…
*


#15

Creed - My Sacrifice

*Hello my friend, we meet again. It’s been a while, where should we begin? Feels like forever.
Within my heart and memory, a perfect love that you gave to me. Oh, I remember.

When you are with me, I’m free, I’m careless, I believe.
Above, the others will fly. This brings tears to my eyes, my sacrifice.

We’ve seen our share of ups and downs, oh how quickly life can turn around, in an instant.
It feels so good to reunite, within yourself, and within your mind. Let’s find peace there.

Cause when you are with me, I’m free, I’m careless, I believe.
Above, the others will fly. This brings tears to my eyes, my sacrifice.

I just want to say hello again.
I just want to say hello again.

Cause when you are with me, I’m free, I’m careless, I believe.
Above, the others will fly. This brings tears to my eyes…

Cause when you are with me, I’m free, I’m careless, I believe.
Above, the others will fly. This brings tears to my eyes, my sacrifice.

I just want to say hello again.
I just want to say hello again.

My sacrifice.*

I have a feeling I won’t run out of lyrics fot this thread.


#16

From Reel Big Fish “She’s got a girlfriend now”
“never thought it would end like this just because i’ve got no ■■■■
i’ll shave my legs, i’ll wear a bra i’ll even cut my &%#!$
off for you…she has a girlfriend now.”

From taking back sunday “your so last summer”
"I’ll do what I got to, the truth
is you could slit my throat And with my one last gasping breath
I’d apologize for bleedin on your shirt "


#17

“Maybe lay and let your feelings grow accustomed to the dark,
and by morning’s light, you just might solve the problems of the heart.”

  • Leavin’s Not the Only Way to Go, from Big River.

“Do you hear the people sing,
lost in the valley of the night.
It is the music of a people,
who are climbing to the light.
For the wretched of the Earth,
there is a flame that never dies.
Even the darkest night will end
and the sun will ride.”

  • Finale, Les Miserables

“Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do in the name of Heaven,
you can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing,
on the bloody morning after,
one tin soldier rides away.”

  • One Tin Soldier, from The Legend of Billy Jack

“But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that’s why I love you
So don’t be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow
Show me a smile then,
Don’t be unhappy, can’t remember
When I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you’ve taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I’ll be there
And I’ll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that’s why I love you
So don’t be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow”

  • True Colors, Phil Collins

That’s good for now.


#18

Hehehe this is such a funny song by Superchic[k]! It is written by Max Hsu (the starter of the band) and sung buy Matt (the bass player) It is written for the lead singer (Tricia) cause she said that she hated immature guys.

It is called Princes and Frogs (or A Song for Tricia)

You hate men is what you say/
and I understand how you feel that way/
All girls dream of a fairy tale/
But what you’ve got’s like a used car sales/ man
Trying to conceal what’s wrong behind a smile and a song/
And I’m not saying that boys are not like that/
But I think you should know/
That some of us will grow/
Because. . ./ All princes start as frogs, and all gentlemen as dogs/
Just wait till its plain to see/
What we’re growing up to be/
cause some frogs will still be frogs/
Some dogs will still be dogs/
but some boys can become men/
Just don’t kiss us til then.


#19

<funk beat>

In the deserts of Sudan
And the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatan
Every woman, every man

Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
Je t’adore, ich liebe dich,
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me slowly, hit me quick.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

In the wilds of Borneo
And the vineyards of Bordeaux
Eskimo, Arapaho
Move their body to and fro.

Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
Das ist gut! C’est fantastique!
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
It’s nice to be a lunatic.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

In the dock of Tiger Bay
On the road to Mandalay
From Bombay to Santa Fe
Over hills and far away

Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
C’est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht?
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Two fat persons, click, click, click.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me! Ow!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me! hit me!
Hit me
Hit me
Hit me
Hit me
Hit me
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me

</funk beat>


#20

Hey, M. Krass, don’t you think some of “At the End of the Day” would be more appropriate for the times?
“At the end of the day there’s another day dawning,
And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise.
Like the waves crash on the sand,
Like a storm that’ll break any second,
There’s a hunger in the land,
There’s a reckoning still to be reckoned,
And there’s going to be Hell to pay
At the end of the day!”

Personally, I’m a big fan of Nickel Creek.
*You’ve got to leave me now.
You’ve got to go alone.
You’ve got to chase a dream,
One that’s all your own,
Before it slips away.

When you’re flying high,
Take my heart along,
I’ll be the harmony
To every lonely song
That you’ll contemplate.

When you’re soaring through the air,
I’ll be your solid ground
Take every chance you dare,
I’ll still be there
For when you come back down
When you come back down.

I’ll keep looking up
Awaiting your return
My greatest fear will be
That you will crash and burn,
And I won’t feel your fire.

I’ll be the other hand,
That always holds a line
Connecting in between
Your sweet heart and mine.
I’m strung out on that wire.

And I’ll be on the other end
To hear you when you call
Angel, you were born to fly,
And if you get to high,
I’ll catch you when you fall.
Catch you when you fall.

The memories, the sunshine
Every new day brings
I know the sky is calling -
Angel, let me help you with your wings.

When you’re flying through the air,
I’ll be your solid ground.
Take every chance you dare,
I’ll still be there,
For when you come back down.
Take every chance you dare,
I’ll still be there,
For when you come back down.*
“When you come back down” is, I believe, a very good definition of true love.