I thought it would be a good idea to start a thread dedicated to songs with something real to say.
Here's my first pick, pay attention to the lyrics:
You just stood there screaming Fearing no one was listening to you They say the empty can rattles the most The sound of your own voice must soothe you Hearing only what you want to hear And knowing only what you've heard You, you're smothered in tragedy And you're out to save the world
Misery You insist that the weight of the world Should be on your shoulders Misery There's much more to life than what you see My friend of misery
You still stood there screaming No one caring about these words you tell My friend, before your voice is gone One man's fun is another's hell These times are sent to try men's souls But something's wrong with all you see You, you'll take it on all yourself Remember, misery loves company
Misery You insist that the weight of the world Should be on your shoulders Misery There's much more to life than what you see My friend of misery
You just stood there screaming My friend of misery
Wed Oct 05, 2011 4:19 pm
WarKPosts: 1215Joined: Wed Aug 12, 2009 9:59 amGender: Tree
A butcher yes that was my trade But the King's shilling is now my fee A butcher I may as well have stayed For the slaughter that I see
And the preacher in his pulpit Sermon: "Go and fight, do what is right" But he don't have to hear these guns And I'll bet he sleeps at night
And I And I can't stop shaking My hands won't stop shaking My arms won't stop shaking My mind won't stop shaking I want to go home Please let me go home Go home
And I have seen a friend of mine Hang on the wire like some rag toy Then in the heat the flies come down And cover up the boy
And the flies come down in Gommecourt, Thiepval, Mametz Wood, and French Verdun If the preacher he could see those flies Wouldn't preach for the sound of guns
And I And I can't stop shaking My hands won't stop shaking My arms won't stop shaking My mind won't stop shaking I want to go home Please let me go home Go home
if constructive debate is allowed to progress, better ideas will ultimately supplant worse ideas.
Words get tangled on your tongue And you stumble on your feet When you miss somebody, And everywhere you think you see them Walking down the street When you miss somebody,
When you miss somebody You tell yourself a hundred thousand times Nobody ever lives forever So you give it one more try To wave goodbye, wave goodbye,
Every hurtful thing you ever said Is ringing in your ear When you miss somebody, And everything of beauty that you see Only brings a tear When you miss somebody,
When you miss somebody You tell yourself everything will be alright Try to stand up strong and brave When all you want to do is lay down and die,
How long I've waited for an answer or a sign Lonely and weary from The troubled task of trying To wave goodbye,
So now you start to recognize That every single path you see Leads to a tear in your eye So wave goodbye, wave goodbye,
Sat Oct 08, 2011 1:55 pm
CommonEnlightenmentPosts: 649Joined: Wed Sep 23, 2009 2:06 amLocation: Plato CraterGender: Time Lord
There is still light in the 'Earthly' darkness. Finding light in the darkness can be more satisfying than merely seeing the glaring light of our sun. It gives us a better understanding of light and a deeper understanding of our universe.
When I was younger I thought the world circled around me But in time I realized I was wrong My immortal thoughts turned into just dreams of a dead future It was a tragic case of my reality
Do you think you're indestructible And no one can touch you Well I think you're disposable And it's time you knew the truth...
'Cause it's just one of my lies! Well, it's just one of my lies And all I wanted to was get real high Well, it's just one of my lies
Why does my life have to be so small? Yet death is forever And does forever have a life to call its own? Don't give me an answer 'cause you Only know as much as I know Unless you're been there once Well I hardly think so
Do you think you're indestructible And no one can touch you Well I think you're disposable And it's time you knew the truth...
'Cause it's just one of my lies! Well, it's just one of my lies And all I wanted to was get real high Well, it's just one of my lies
I used to pray all night Before I lay myself down My mother said it was right Her mother said it too... Why?
I start it, I end it, I kill and words defend it Got big plans, blood stained hands Wanna see my name on the map
On my way to save the world On my way to save the world
Got a brand new set of words, and the going rate is cheap Unconditional devotion, unquestioning belief Words carved in stone, chiseled in with sharpened bones Of the ones who thought my righteousness was something to oppose
I start it, I end it, I kill and words defend it Got big plans, blood stained hands Wanna see my name on the map
On my way to save the world On my way to save the world
MISSIONARY!!!!!!
Can you see the flag rising up behind the smoke Of dying authors burning books, was a problem what they wrote The flag is hard to read cause all flags look the same Covered with the blood of the faithless and insane
I start it, I end it, I kill and words defend it Got big plans, blood stained hands Wanna see my name on the map
On my way to save the world On my way to save the world
My world, my world
On my way to save the world On my way to save the world
Man of many names, but the motivation stays the same My actions are a means to the end My actions are a means to the end
On my way to save the world On my way to save the world On my way to save the world On my way to save the world
We call the heartland not very smartland, IQ's are very low but threat levels are high They got a mandate, they don't want man-dates, they got so many hates and people to despise
In the dust bowl, cerebral black hole, the average weight is well over 200 pounds I hate to generalize, but have you seen the thighs, most haven't seen their genitalia in a while
Maybe that's why they're so pissed at us They're all jealous we're having better sex
Queers, transgends, and lesbians, vegans and vegetarians All you brownish red and yellow ones come out and join us on the coast
No longer svelte, they gotta punch new holes in the Bible belt They've blown out the fire under the melting pot, the red blood of America is starting to clot No compromise, no sight thru others' eyes, they're just flies spreading pieces of shit You gotta emigrate, stop living in hate, what makes this country great is dwelling on either side
They don't want visitors in Jesusland They want life bland and canned in the fatherland
We want people with college degrees, drug use experience and STD's People with open-minded philosophies, come hug California trees Cultural revolution now, neo-conservatives run outta town We're gonna burn Orange County down, And then we're off to Riverside, Bakersfield and Fresno too, then we're comin' after you
The fear stricken, born again Christian, they got a vision a homogenized state Texas textbooks, Bibles, and prayer books, They want them memorized, but don't want you to think
They don't want visitors in Jesusland They want life bland and canned in the fatherland
Punk Rockers and emo kids, people doin' things the church forbids Buddhists, agnostics, and atheists we're moving out of jesusland Art students and thespians, (excluding country) all the musicians We want all hookers and comedians, nihilists are welcome too
No longer svelte, they gotta punch new holes in the Bible belt
Though I don't typically like to repeat sources on lists like this, Green Day is too good not to.
Raise your hands now to testify Your confession will be crucified You're a sacrificial suicide Like a dog that's been sodomized Stand Up! All the white boys Sit Down! And the black girls Stand Up! You're the soldiers Sit Down! Of the new world
Put your faith in a miracle And it's non-denominational Join the choir we will be singing In the church of wishful thinking
A fire burns today Of blasphemy and genocide The sirens of decay Will infiltrate the faith fanatics
Oh, bless me Lord for I have sinned It's been a lifetime since I last confessed I threw my crutches in "The river of a shadow of doubt" And I'll be dressed up in my Sunday best
Say a prayer for the family Drop a coin for humanity Ain't this uniform so flattering? I never asked you a god damn thing
A fire burns today Of blasphemy and genocide The sirens of decay Will infiltrate the faith fanatics
Don't test me Second guess me Protest me You will disappear
I want to know who's allowed to breed All the dogs who never learned to read Missionary politicians And the cops of a new religion
A fire burns today Of blasphemy and genocide The sirens of decay Will infiltrate the inside
There is unrest in the forest There is trouble with the trees For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas
The trouble with the maples (And they're quite convinced they're right) They say the oaks are just too lofty And they grab up all the light But the oaks can't help their feelings If they like the way they're made And they wonder why the maples Can't be happy in their shade
There is trouble in the forest And the creatures all have fled As the maples scream 'Oppression!' And the oaks just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union And demanded equal rights 'The oaks are just too greedy We will make them give us light' Now there's no more oak oppression For they passed a noble law And the trees are all kept equal By hatchet, axe and saw
Why does my life have to be so small And death is forever And does forever have a life to call its own? Don't give me an answer cause you only know As much as I know Unless you've been there once And I hardly think so Green Day - One of My Lies
Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:53 pm
WarKPosts: 1215Joined: Wed Aug 12, 2009 9:59 amGender: Tree
I'm sick to the teeth of the news on the screen Of hisbullah scum and jihad the obscene Whose men plant the bombs and then live feeling free To watch women and children be killed on T.V. Which satan delivers a child a death curse In the name of a worn out collection of verse I've not read the book so I cannot recite But I'd bet Salman Rushdie is just about right Underneath the black cloud of islam What kind of publicity needs so much blood That's not for some sad diablical god Selling himself as a two-bit Macbeth As the expect in sentencing cousins to death And what kind of god can this be anyway That you have to prostrate to him five times a day With hate in your heart and a gun in your hand Is force the only thing to understand Underneath the black cloud of islam? And the butchers who've got all this blood on their hands Are the ones who need god to be stood where he stands Blessing this kidnapping, murder and war With books written hundreds of ages before And woman in veils walking paces behind Doesn't sit easy in my mind It speaks of oppression and no other choice That rigid compliance with the loudest voice Underneath the black cloud of islam You can put a lead bullet clean through this guitar 'cos I'm not overjoyed with the story so far Sharing a world with the nutters of god Is as good as being six feet under the sod Words that are written are all here to say And these are the latest there are anyway And I am the prophet so don't believe me I'm the same as the old ones expect that I'm free To give you a piece of my mind which is this You're the worst of jehovas blind witlessnesses With your feet in the door of the deepest abyss Which is underneath the black cloud of islam
All the prophets of doom Can always find room In a world full of worry and fear Tip cigarettes And chemistry sets And Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer So I'm goin' back To my little ol' shack And drink me a bottle of wine That was mis en bouteille Before my birthday And have me a ******' good time
Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum We're marchin' for freedom today ...hey Turn on your headlights and sound your horn If people get in the way
Let me turn you on To the chromium swan On the the nose of a long limousine Even hired for the day It is somethin' to say But what the hell does it mean? I may be accused Of bein' confused But I'm average weight for my height My phil-o-so-phy Like color TV Is all there in black and white
RAI ..Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum We're marchin' for freedom today ...hey Turn on your headlights and sound your horn If people get in the way
if constructive debate is allowed to progress, better ideas will ultimately supplant worse ideas.
Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow horn Plays wasted words, proves to warn That he not busy being born is busy dying
Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover that you'd just be one more Person crying
So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing
As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred
Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Make everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising signs they con You into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you
You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks they really found you
A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit To satisfy, insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to
Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to
For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something they invest in
While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him
While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in
But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him
Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony
While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes must get lonely
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed Graveyards, false gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only
So affections fade away, or do adults just learn to play the most ridiculous repulsive games? all our favorite ruddy sons and their double-barreled guns, you'd better hurry rabbit, run, run, run. 'Cause mincing you is fun, and there's a lot of hungry hatters in this world set on taking it over. But brittle thorny stems, they break before they bend, and neither one of us is one of them
There is still light in the 'Earthly' darkness. Finding light in the darkness can be more satisfying than merely seeing the glaring light of our sun. It gives us a better understanding of light and a deeper understanding of our universe.
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Songs with a message
