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What song describes you?

Postby LightningCountX » Thu Sep 11, 2003 8:56 pm

Well, amazingly i find alot of songs that relate to me, post the song with the lyrics that mostly describes you....here's mine....

Artist: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
Title: Never Enough


Life’s been sucked out of me
This routine’s killing me
I did it to myself
I cannot said this would not be
Somebody put me out of my misery
Expression, stimulation, I lose and serve myself
I did it to myself again
Somebody put me in my place

Never enough, Never enough
Do I deserve what I got?

Now everything’s okay
There’s nothing wrong with me
This seems unnatural
To me I’d say in every way
Somebody kick me in the face
Now something’s wrong with me
I’m bleeding profusely
And this seems natural
To me I fuck up everyday
Somebody put me in my place

Never enough, Never enough
Do I deserve what I got?
Never enough, Never enough
Do I deserve what I got?
What I got, what I got
What I got, what I got

I feel as if I’m running
Back to where I started
That’s what’s wrong with me
And I say nothing
Is everything okay?
There’s something wrong with me
Pushing and pulling through means each and all the heart is yours
I feel as if I’m running
I feel as if I’m running
I feel as if I’m running
RUN!
Life will knock me down!

Never enough, Never enough
Do I deserve what I got?
Never enough, Never enough
Life will knock me down
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Postby Otohiko » Thu Sep 11, 2003 9:28 pm

King Crimson - The World's My Oyster Soup Kitchen Floor Wax Museum


Hat bandana Graham cracker jackhammer in

a nail file suit your self-serviceman the world's

my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

autographed pictures of shakespeare fishing

gear head phone Madison Square garden hose

the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

and the chorus:

Get set wet get fat get fit get a life get it on get it up

get it off of me the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor

wax museum get sacked get the facts get a load of this

get pissed get real get over it get it over with the world's

my oyster soup bowling ball of museum.Cannibal dog house

plan B happy as a lark's tongue in cheekbone china doll

the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

don't ask Y2 cake and eat it too nothings lasts for evergreen

thumbscrew the world's my oyster soup kitchen door frame by frame

Get back slapback backtalk halfback back track talkback bock to back

I'll be back to get you back the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

get bumped get pumped get dumped get the funk get sick get fixed get jiggy whit it

the world's my oyster souffle mignon.Get set get wet get fat get fit get along little doggie

get it off of me oyster soup kitchen floor wax get sacked get the facts get a load of this

the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum.

(1999)

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Postby Satomi » Thu Sep 11, 2003 9:32 pm

Garbage - The Trick is to Keep Breathing

She's not the kind of girl
Who likes to tell the world
About the way she feels about herself
She takes a little time in making up her mind
She doesn't want to fight against the tide

And lately I'm not the only one
I say never trust anyone

Always the one who has to drag her down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around

Can't bear to face the truth
So sick he cannot move
And when it hurts he takes it out on you

And lately I'm not the only one
I say never trust anyone

Always the one who has to drag her down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around

The trick is to keep breathing [x2]

She knows the human heart
And how to read the stars
Now everything's about to fall apart
I won't be the one who's going to let you down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
I won't be the one who's going to let you down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around

The trick is to keep breathing [x7]
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Postby Otohiko » Thu Sep 11, 2003 9:43 pm

Here's a song for uh...





Hey! I'm only fourteen
Sickly 'n' thin
Tried all of my life
Just to grow me a chin
It popped out once
But my dad pushed it in
Why did he hurt me?
He's my next of kin...
He's a mex-i-kin

I'm lonely 'n' green
Too small for my shirt
If Simmons was here
I could feature my hurt
Scared of the future
Hope I don't grow
I know nobody likes me
'Cause everywhere I go
They say NO
They say NO
They say NO

Now I'm older
Got a place in the town, babe
Got a chin on my shoulder
'N' it keeps growing down 'n' down 'n' down
I'm horny 'n' lonely
'N' I wish I was dead
Why am I livin'?
I wanna be dead instead
That's right, I said
I wanna be dead instead
Now dig this:

I wanna be dead
In bed
Please kill me
'Cause that would thrill me
I wanna be dead
In bed
Please kill me
'Cause that would thrill me
(etc, repeat)

(FZ 1979)



Go figure...
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Postby Lyrs » Thu Sep 11, 2003 10:13 pm

Loosing my religion - R.E.M.

Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
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Postby pyro_256 » Thu Sep 11, 2003 10:38 pm

Satan Gave Me a Taco - Beck

Satan gave me a taco
And it made me really sick
The chicken was all raw
And the grease was mighty thick
The rice was all rancid
And the beans were so hard
I was getting kinda dizzy
Eatin' all the lard
There was aphids on the lettuce
And i ate every one
And after i was done
The salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla
Got stuck in my throat
And the stains on my clothes
Burned a hole through my coat
My stomach was a'tremblin'
And i broke out in a rash
I was so dry and thirsty
And i didn't have no cash
So i went and found a hose
Tore off all my clothes
Turned on the water
And it shot right up my nose
Some old lady came along
And she thought i was a freak
So she beat me with her handbag
'til i could hardly speak
I was lying there naked
My body badly bruised
In a pool of my own blood
Unconscious and confused
Well the cops came and got me
And threw me in their van
And i woke up on the ceiling
And i couldn't find my hand
They took me to the judge
His eyes a'glowin' red
The courtroom was filled
With witches and the dead
Well the sheriff was a hell-hound
With fangs and claws
The prisoners were tied up
And chained to the walls
The air was getting thick
The smoke was getting thicker
The judge read the verdict
Said "cut off his head!"
Well they placed me on the altar
And they raised up the axe
My head was about to explode
When i noticed the marshall stacks
I noticed all the smoke machines
Cameras and the lights
Some guy with a microphone
Runnin' around dancin' in tights
And i noticed the crew
And the band playin' down below
And i realized i was in a rock video
So i went and joined the band
And i went out on tour
And i smoked a lot of heroin
And i passed out in manure
I made out with the groupies
Started fires backstage
Made a lot of money
And i gave it all away
Well the band got killed
So i started a solo career
And i won all the awards
And i drank all the beer
And i opened up the taco stand
Just to smell the smell
Cookin' with the devil
Fryin' down in hell
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Postby gadoo » Fri Sep 12, 2003 2:20 am

Artist: Lil' Kim f/ Mr. Bristal
Album: The Notorious KIM
Song: Suck My Dick


Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes
Used to clothes
And all my ghetto bitches in the projects
Coming through like bulldozers
No, we ain't sober
Bum bitches know better than to start shit
Niggas love a hard bitch
One that get up in a nigga's ass quicker than an enema
Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar
Kidnap the senator
Make him call his wife and say he never coming home
Kim got him in a zone beating they dicks
Even got some of these straight chicks rubbing their tits
*laughs
What? I'm loving this shit
Queen Bitch!
What bitch you know can thug it like this?
Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back
With no strings attached
Yeah nigga, picture that!
I treat y'all niggas like y'all treat us
No Doubt! Ay yo, yo
Come here so I can bust in ya mouth

1 - [Lil' Kim](Mr. Bristal)
(Ay yo, come on here bitch)
Nigga FUCK YOU
(No, FUCK YOU BITCH)
Who you talking to?
(Why you actin' like a BITCH?)
Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was dude
I'd tell y'all to suck my dick

Repeat 1

[Lil' Kim]
No, no, no, no
All I wanna do is get my pussy sucked (Nigga!)
Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck
While I get you fucked up off the T.O.N.Y.
The BX, the chron-chron
And the list goes on and on
(On and on and on)
Like Erykah Badu
Once he drink the Remi down
Ooh I got this nigga now
He asked me did I love him
I said what came to mind like niggas be doing
Yeah baby, I love you long time
Look I ain't tryin' to suck ya
I might not even fuck ya
Just lay me on this bed and give me some head
Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see
Can't wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out my pussy
Been doin' this for years, no need to practice
Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this
Niggas know he gave me all his cake
I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face

Repeat 1 (2x)

[Lil' Kim]
I'mma keep it real
For the dough I might kill
I'm try-na see my face on a hundred dollar bill
Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight
He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly dance
Cum all on his pants
I met him at the studio
He showed up with his homeboy named Julio
I said 'Whoa! Who's the other guy?'
Hope you know you paying extra for this fuckin' third eye
Something about him, I knew he was a phony
Put the burner in his mouth
'Fool, Give me my money!'
He was just a nigga frontin' like he knew mad stars
In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars
Niggas ain't shit but they still can trick
All they can do for me is suck my clit
I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum
Thinkin' they gon' get some pussy but they gets none

Repeat 1 fade out
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Postby Farlo » Fri Sep 12, 2003 5:26 am

i have 2

down - "losing all"

my brain distorts the pleasure,
no facts behind my eyes.
this pain I've come to treasure,
being down has become my life...

don't know which one is real,
been kicked in the groin
I drown the way I feel,
thoughI will to go

Losing all

I'm lord of misery
I'm king of the hill
I'm a broken man of the world
in a state of

my wrists are slit,
I'm losing all.
gun at my head,
I'm losing all.
my bones are broken,
I'm losing all
last time I had,
I'm losing all

Hatebreed - "Healing To Suffer Again"

I won't be chained to the earth
I feel cheated, so I cheat myself
I feel defeated, so I defeat myself
Drown my sorrows again and again
Push away and deny this misery
These feelings and instincts remain
I'm struggling to pull myself from my grave.

Let me be the one with the infinite
Let me be one
Let me be the one with the infinite
I won't be chained to the earth
I won't be chained to the earth

(I feel cheated...)

(Let me be one with the infinite...)

I just need the will
To suppress the urge
I can't suppress the urge
I've build so many barriers
I'm healing to suffer again
Time has given me no remorse
Spiritually bankrupt
Just give me the grace to oppose this sin
Haunted by the things I've done
Is this guilt and shame the price I pay
I hate myself for this weakness
I won't be chained to the earth.
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Postby SarahtheBoring » Fri Sep 12, 2003 6:25 am

Ohhhh, TEH 4NGS7!!!!111!!!one

What I wouldn't give to be 17 again and think that my suburban-brat problems were the worst in the universe. :lol: I was such a twerp.

Ah, nostalgia. Anyway.

Do Your Best and Don't Worry - Morrissey
Compare the best of their days
With the worst of your days
You won't win
With your standards so high
And your spirits so low
At least remember...
This is you on a bad day, you on a pale day

Just do your best and don't...
Don't worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair

See the best of how they look
Against the worst of how you are
And again, you won't win
With your standards so high
And your spirits so low
At least remember...
This is you on a drab day, you in a drab dress

Just do your best and don't...
Don't worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and don't...
Don't worry, oh
The way you watch yourself is oh, so unfair

Just do your best and don't...
Don't worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and don't...
Don't worry, oh
Do your best and don't...


The International Dysthymia Theme Song. ;)
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Postby Big Big Truck » Fri Sep 12, 2003 12:28 pm

Hehehe, seriously. :D

I guess mine would be Ani DiFranco's "Hour Follows Hour". Not much of an Ani fan, but it's a good, realistic song.
(insert fannishly mangled rap lyric here)
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Postby Sub0 » Fri Sep 12, 2003 12:57 pm

I can almost exactly relate myself to Two Face (Batman) :P
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Postby FoolThemAll » Fri Sep 12, 2003 5:40 pm

I burn and melt and stick and fade
Your temporary arms invade
One of many last warnings
Cannot wipe the conscience clean
The stain wears in, the stain wears in
You whore me in again
Cannot connect the smirking world
The poison flower comes uncurled
If I believe, if I believe
If I believe I'm dreaming
And if they find you lost again
What will you tell them then?

Collapsing in again, you found
What makes it sore
You triggered off the feelings that
You felt before

I come crawling up again
I need to eat, I need a friend
Someone with me, someone with me
No better feeling than escape
Avoid the feeling so you're

Collapsing in again, you found
What makes it sore
You triggered off the feelings that
You felt before

All the guilt pulls away, if only forever
All the guilt pulls away, if only forever
You replace the name, you replace the fear
I can't come out, but I want you here
I'm laughing now, and then it floods
But not out loud

And I come crawling up again
I need to eat, I need a friend
I feel you up and feel you down
I need your space, I need it now

Collapsing in again, you found
What makes it sore
You triggered off the feelings that
You felt before

Another circumstance has gone and shut you down
Another fear awakened in the fault you found

Finger Eleven "Temporary Arms"
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One more day to fool them all
One more day to drop the ball
One more day to fade away
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Postby Tom the Fish » Fri Sep 12, 2003 6:39 pm

Tony Conrad's Early Minimalism: April 1965

Tom
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Postby Evil Urchin » Fri Sep 12, 2003 8:10 pm

Wow.....angst....overpowering me.....Can't you people get some damn self respect or something? Anyway, onto my song(s)

Since I couldn't decide, first up is a song by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

DARKER WITH THE DAY

As so with that, I thought I'd take a final walk
The tide of public opinion had started to abate
The neighbours, bless them, had
turned out to be all talk
I could see their frightened faces
peering at me trough the gate

I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure
Time moved so rapidly, I had no hope
of keeping track of it
I thought of my friends who had died of exposure
And I remembered other ones who
had died from the lack of it

And in my best shoes I started falling
forward down the street
I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd
And love followed just behind me
panting at my feet
At the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud

Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God
I searched through the pictures in a
leather-bound book
I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
And a gilled Jesus shivering on a
fisherman's hook

Babe
It seems so long
Since you've been gone away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day

Back on the street I saw a great big smiling sun
It was a Good day and an Evil day and
all was bright and new
And it seemed to me that most
destruction was being done
By those who could not choose
between the two

Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones
The streets groan with little Caesars,
Napoleons and cunts
With their building blocks and their tiny
plastic phones
Counting on their fingers, with crumbs
down their fronts

I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
The Camellias, Magnolias, and Azaleas so sweet
And I stood there invisible in the panicking crowds
You looked so beautiful in the rising heat

I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns
People carry on regardless, listening to their hands
Great cracks appear in the pavement,
the earth yawns
Bored and disgusted, to do us down

Babe
It seems so long
Since you've been gone
You went away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day

These streets are frozen now
I come and go
Full of a longing for something I do
not know
My father sits slumped in the
deepening snow
As I search, in and out, above,
about, below

Babe
It seems so long
Since you’ve been gone
And you went away
And I
Open a grave
But it grows darker with the day


Next up is a Cracker song...

Teen Angst

I don't know what the world may need,
but I'm sure as hell that it starts with me
And that's a wisdom,
I have laughed at.

I don't know what the world may want,
but a good stiff drink it surely don't,
So I think I'll go and fix myself a tall one.

'Cause what the world needs now
is a new kind of tension,
'Cause the old one just bores me to death.
Cause, what the world needs now,
is another folk singer
like I need a hole in my head.

I don't know what the world may need,
but a V8 engine's a good start for me.
Think I'll drive to find a place to be surly.
I don't know what the world may want,
but some words of wisdom could comfort us
Think I'll leave that up to someone wiser.

'Cause, what the world needs now
are some true words of wisdom
like "La La La La La."
'Cause, what the world needs now
is another folk singer
like I need a hole in my head.

I don't know what the world may need,
and I never grasped your complexities--
I'd be happy just to get your attention.
I don't know what the world may want,
but your long, sweet body lying next to mine
could certainly raise my spirits.

'Cause what the world needs now
is a new Frank Sinatra
so I can get you in bed.
'Cause what the world needs now
is another folk singer
like I need a hole in my head.


Finally, a King Crimson ditty

21st Century Schizoid Man

Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schizoid man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.


And that, as they say, is that. Although perhaps I should have added in KMFDM's "Light"....oh well.
Kawaita hitomi de dareka na itekure -The Real Folk Blues, Yoko Kanno
I like it! -Indiscipline, King Crimson
If you wanna touch the sky, you must be prepared to die, and I hate cough syrup don't you? -Cough Syrup, Butthole Surfers
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Postby Otohiko » Fri Sep 12, 2003 8:20 pm

Mine wasn't angsty at all :?

In general, I can't say I'm described well by lyrics. Actually, the King Crimson piece you mention in your sig is yet another chaotic, imaginitive, frustrated but entertained-sounding vocal song that describes me - probably better than anything else...






Indiscipline (using a certain live version emphasis)

I do remember one thing...

...it took hours and hours...

...hours and hours and hours...

... and BY the time I was done with it,
I was so involved, I didn't know what to THINK

...I carried it around with me for DAYS and days - playing little games,


like


not looking at it


for a WHOLE day


And then!...


looking at it, to see if I still like it.

I DID!!!


***

I REPEAT MYSELF WHEN UNDER STRESS I REPEAT MYSELF WHEN UNDER STRESS I REPEAT MYSELF WHEN UNDER STRESS I REPEAT

The more I look at, the more I like it.

I do think it's good

I do think it's good

I do think it's good

I do think it's good



but

NO MATTER HOW CLOSELY
I study it

No matter HOW I take it apart

No matter how Ibreak it DOWN

It remains consistent

I do think it's good

I do think it's good

I do think it's good.












I WISH YOU WERE HERE TO SEE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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I like it!

And I hope you like it too!

(1981)




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In general though, I prefer instrumental music, namely that of King Crimson to describe my own way of thinking. It resonates. That's why I like it so much.
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