The Nation's Favourite Lyric

47, 88, 90 [the last for the comic value but the fact that it really is an accurate summation of the kind of leering that generally goes on!]
 
I would have voted for 2Unlimited - No Limit but I couldn't see it.

Lemme hear ya say yeah! (wow!)
Lemme hear ya say yeah! (wow!)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no ,no ,no, no there's no limit!
no, no, no ,no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no there's no limit!
No no limits, we'll reach for the sky!
No valley to deep. No mountain too high.
No no limits, we'll reach for the sky,
we do what we want and we do it with pride.
Lemme hear ya say yeah! (wow!)
Hard to the core, I feel the floor.
When I'm on stage, yo, ya answer more.
I'm on the edge, I know the ledge,
I work real hard to collect my cash!
Tick tick ticka tick take your time,
when I'm goin' I'm goin' for mine.
Open your ears and you will hear it.
I tell you this 'cause there's no limit!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no ,no ,no, no, no, no there's no limit!
Ow! Hey yay yeah hey hey!
Now, now, hey yeah yeh hey hey! Hoo!
No limits allowed, cause there's much crowd,
microphone check as I choose my route.
I'm playing on the road; I've got no fear,
the south from my mouth is on record here.
There never will be no mountain too high.
Reach the top, touch the sky!
They tried to diss me cause I sell out...
I'm making techno and I am proud!
 
I've gone with 22 - yellow. They dont have Joni Mitchell - "dont it always seem to go, that you dont know what you got till its gone" :blink: HOW can that not be there???!!!!!!
 
Rubbish stuff - no self-respecting list is complete without this sharp observation of society:

"The bridegroom he is doing fine,
Rather have his job than mine,
When I'm cleaning windows..."

or the exquisite lyrics of:

"There she was, just a-walkin' down the street,
Singing doo-wah-diddy, diddy-dum diddy-dum..."
 
I love the lyrics for Hard Fi's Cash Machine, they're great and very amusing, as well as something I can certainly identify with!!! It's a really good song too, like the rest of the album.

Go to a cash machine
To get a ticket home
Message on the screen
Says don't make plans, you're broke
No, no this can't be right
I know that time is tight
I've only just been paid
Three weeks five days, til I'm seen
Right...
No...
I scratch a living, it ain't easy
You know it's a drag
I'm always paying, never make it
But you can't look back
I wonder if I'll ever get
To where I want to be
Better believe it
I'm working for the cash machine

I try to phone a friend
My credit's in the red
I try to skip the fare
Ticket inspector's there
No no, this can't be right
I live an honest life
It seems like sometimes
You don't cross the line
You don't get
By...
No...

I scratch a living, it ain't easy
You know it's a drag
I'm always paying, never make it
But you can't look back
I wonder if I'll ever get
To where I want to be
Better believe it
Yeah...

What am I gonna do
My girlfriend's test turned blue
We tried to play it safe
That night we could not wait
No no, this can't be right
She said it would be alright
I can't afford to be a daddy
So I leave tonight...
No...

I scratch a living, it ain't easy
You know it's a drag
I'm always paying, never make it
But you can't look back
I wonder if I'll ever get
To where I want to be
Better believe it
I'm working for the cash machine
Cash machine
Cash machine ...

There's a hole in my pocket, my pocket, my pocket
There's a hole in my pocket, my pocket, my pocket
There's a hole in my pocket, my pocket, my pocket
There's a hole in my pocket
 
Three songs that are certain to make my shortlist were all written by John S. Hall of King Missile. These songs pertain to relationships, religion and culture.

Detachable Penis
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis
was missing again. This happens all the time; it's detachable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time; I can leave it home
when it think it's gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out
when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get
drunk, and the next morning, I can't, for the life of me,
remember what I did with it. First I looked around my
apartment, and I couldn't find it , so I called up the place
where the party was, they hadn't seen it either. I asked them
to check the medicine cabinet, 'cause for some reason, I
leave it there sometimes, but not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few
people who were at the party, but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate I really don't like being
without my penis for too long, It makes me feel like less of a
man, and I really hate having to sit down every time
I take a leak.

After a few hours of searching the house, and calling
everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very
depressed, so I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast.
Then as I walked down Second Avenue, toward's St. Mark's
Place, where all those people sell used books and other
junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to
a broken toaster oven-some guy was selling it! I had to buy
it off him. He wanted 22 bucks, but I talked him
down to 17. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back
on. I was happy again: complete. People sometimes tell me
I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know. Even
though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a
detachable penis.

Jesus Was Way Cool
Jesus was way cool.
Everybody liked Jesus.
Everybody wanted to hang out with him.
Anything he wanted to do, he did.
He turned water into wine,
And if he had wanted to,
He could have turned wheat into marijuana,
Sugar into cocaine,
Or vitamin pills into amphetamines.
He walked on the water and swam on the land.
He would tell these stories and people would listen.
He was really cool.
If you were blind, or lame,
You just went up to Jesus*
And he would put his hands on you and you would be healed.
That's so cool.
He could have played guitar better than Hendrix.
He could have told the future.
He could have baked the most delicious cake in the world.
He could have scored more goals than Wayne Gretsky.
He could have danced better than Barishnikof.
Jesus could have been funnier than any comedian you can think of.

Jesus told people to eat his body and drink his blood.
That's so cool. Jesus was so cool.
But then some people got jealous of how cool he was,
So they killed him.
But then he rose from the dead!
He rose from the dead,
Danced around and went up to heaven.
I mean, that's so cool.
Jesus was so cool.
No wonder there are so many Christians

Martin Scorsese
This one is called Martin Scorsese.
He makes the best f*cking films
He makes the best f*cking films
If I ever meet him, I'm gonna grab his f*cking neck and just shake him and say "Thank you. Thank you for making such excellent fucking movies
Then I'd twist his nose all the way the f*ck around and then rip off one of his ears and throw it like a like a like a f*cking frisbee
I wanna chew his f*cking lips off and grab his head and suck out one of his eyes and chew on it and spit it out in his face and say thank you thank you for all of your f*cking films

Then I'd pick him up by the hair swing him over my head a few times and throw him across the room and kick all his f*cking teeth in and then stomp on his face forty or fifty times cause he makes the best f*cking films
he makes the best f*cking films I've ever seen in my life
I f*cking love him
I f*cking love him

John S. Hall is a poet and a living tribute to the modern English language.
 
Originally posted by Euronymous@Mar 12 2006, 12:31 AM
I`m guessing the music is indie toss.
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Poetry mate. Poetry.

You don't much like me do ya? That said, I can't complain about you listening to the Mosquito Song - lovely track.
 
It`s nothing personal, i just didn`t like the lyrics. The guy comes across as trying to hard. With Morrisey it was more off the cuff.

As for your question, you have a point. Dunno how much Mr Homme is influenced by Reznor, i always preferred Kyuss to Queens...in any case.
 
It was the snide (in light of your 'best festival race' poll) 'offensive polls' jibe that made me ask the first question. Fret not, I don't bear grudges.

John S. Hall probably does try hard, but his stuff isn't like anything else I've heard. You know his lyrics are a piss take but imo, they are pretty funny to the point that I wouldn't mind having the dude as a mate. Each to their own I suppose.

As for Kyuss & QOTSA I really liked Queens until N.O left them. The cowbell sounds pretty good on 'Little Sister' but other than that, they've gone stale. I doubt Homme minds since he's knobbing Brody Dalle!

Kyuss are a great band to listen to when it's a warm day with the odd cloud in the sky and a joint in one's hand.
 
Well, nice you two have found some common ground, even if Euro is curiously partial to titles like Strangled Intestines, Lick My Vomit, and bands with names like Rectal Impact. By the way, appropos of not a lot, what is 'nu-metal' versus any other type of musical alloy?
 
Blimey! That gotta lotta inches! Who'd think the difference could be so musically variant and distinct from thrash? One lives and wikipedias - thanks, Euro.
 
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