“We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour
Left tear streaked reason upon the shore
And bereft of compass, star or more
Set out for this World’s end
Few at the prow, most slave below
Painting coal a perfect gold
But for all it’s worth, the engines slow
Dead in the brine again
Come cabin fever, [censored] on the bounty
Prey to [censored] seas
That hiss and foam to douse disease
A storm roars on the way
Blacker than the Ace of [censored]
Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades
Our ship of fools, all boards handmade
Sinks, dashed by seismic waves”
My last one.
Again this is very cathartic for me and is even more intense then the Grateful Dead one, so if you are sensitive, be careful with the lyrics as the song paints a very dismal picture of humanity and it’s future.
"But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem
That paradise was once the world and it wasn’t just a dream
The earth was our heaven and we didn’t know there were rules for us to break
And maybe now we’ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make
Whoops"
Lyrics
Have you ever seen an atom
Little bits of everything floating by
Take a good look at them
Collectively they compose all you see including your eye
Brilliant puzzle
A living Rubix Cube we think we can figure out and solve
But we’re just monkeys
Scratching our heads trying to open our ears
To a chord that just won’t seem to resolve
And we call it wisdom
Yes intellect in our truest sense of the word
You see for us security means a harmony
According to only what we have heard
And this along and nothing less
Will ease our heart and our mind
In the hopes that in feeling free we’ll reach paradise
On that hilltop we’re still trying to find
But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem
That paradise was once the world and it wasn’t just a dream
The earth was our heaven and we didn’t know there were rules for us to break
And maybe now we’ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make
Whoops
Whoops
In this corner
Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable…
Life, and all that surrounds it
And in this corner
Weighing in at well, not really very much of anything;
A very sound and user friendly idea
On finally bringing that pesky mountain to Mohammed
Gentlemen at the sound of the harmonica solo you may come out fighting
Take a look at the horizon
Quiet and still
You know there used to be bison
Gentlemen you may fire at will
They say this land won’t go to waste
But you gotta wonder how
You know we’re chopping down the air we breathe
As fodder for the cow
That’s right so we can eat well
Yes and starve to death
And say there’s nothing we can do
Because we really don’t want to do a damn thing
Look I’m shrugging and so are you
We can imagine the straightest of lines
But our fingers can’t control the pen
And it’s this frustration that yields relief
As we say we’re just mortal men
And that means we get to torture a chimpanzee
And infect him with disease
Because he screams just like a human child
While we study his desperate pleas
But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem
That paradise was once the world and it wasn’t just a dream
The earth was our heaven and we didn’t know there were rules for us to break
And maybe now we’ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make
Whoops
Whoops
While we’re on the subject you know my conscience hurts
And it will not go away
So please concoct me some pill I can take
While I think of something clever to say
So I can look in my mirror made of polished glass
And find no need to cringe
And forget that sinking feeling I’m a dinosaur
Out on his drunken last binge
…from fossil to fossil
Dust to dust
I’ll see you all in the earthy crust
Whoops
Whoops
NOTE: John Popper is the greatest harmonica player of all time in my opinion. This song doesn’t do him justice, but catch him live and he will blow your mind if you like harmanica playing.
Probably “So forgive me cause I’m not teary best believe I’ll move onto better things” from Forgive me by Chloe X Halle this my fav performance of that song
Started swearing to my god and on my mother’s grave
That I would love you to the end of time
I swore that I would love you to the end of time!
[So now I’m praying for the end of time
To hurry up and arrive
'Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you
I don’t think that I can really survive
I’ll never break my promise or forget my vow
But God only knows what I can do right now
I’m praying for the end of time
It’s all that I can do
Praying for the end of time
So I can end my time with you!
Absolutely the best lyrics ever… Jim Steinman was a genius and Meatloaf was a great entertainer.
For your viewing pleasure. Sure his voice is shot but I know you wont even notice wink wink…2 minutes in
“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.”
(I can’t help it, this comes after…)
“Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl but she doesn’t have a lot to say. Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day. I wanna tell her that I love her a lot but I gotta gotta belly full of wine. Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl, someday I’m gonna make her mine, oh yeah, some day I’m gonna make her mine.”
I’ve played Abbey Road perhaps three or four hundred times in my life LOL.
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
Rise up this mornin’
Smile with the risin’ sun
Three little birds
Pitched by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Sayin’, “This is my message to you, whoo-hoo”
Singin’, don’t worry, about a thing
‘Cause every little thing, is gonna be all right
Singin’, don’t worry, don’t worry 'bout a thing
'Cause every little thing, gonna be all right
I don’t know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don’t know, maybe it was the roses
All I know, I could not leave her there
Boots were of leather
A breath of cologne
Her mirror was a window
She sat quite alone
All around her
The garden grew
Scarlet and purple
And crimson and blue
She came and she went
And at last went away
The garden was sealed
When the flowers decayed
On the wall of the garden
A legend did say:
No one may come here
Since no one may stay
I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings, yeah, yeah
I have no rival, no man can be my equal
Take me to the future of you all
“I’m a m&$@#n’ Starboy.”
The Weeknd
They say I got brains, but they ain’t doin me no good . . . . .
I feel like they’re talking in a language I don’t speak . . . .
I don’t wanna be that guy
To make you sad or make you cry again
Without a doubt, sorry about
Making out with your friends
I can add another one.
That’s the trouble with love
That’s the trouble with war
You never get what you came for
Lost and alone in a space void of color
I’m here, breathing salt, ocean grave, going under (All we are is lost)
Connected and polarized
Division is catalyzed
Pseudo selves we fantasize
Unity is bastardized
Lost and alone in a space void of color
I’m here, breathing salt, ocean grave, going under
All we are is lost
-Erra, Divisionary
Our new gods are empty like the holes in our heads
We dance upon the alter of envy and hubris
A scourge of narcissism reaps depression in black waves
If this is your salvation, you better pray
You better pray
-Parkway Drive, Prey
When you realize that your life is a one-way road
When you realize that there’s no point of return
When you understand that you can’t go back anymore
When you understand you can only move onwards
And we drift far away in our dreams
Gather further distance while we sleep
Build a wall of glass thick and deep
We hear but choose not to listen
-Insomnium, While We Sleep
Days of youth are long since gone
Never return to return again
But a long slow descent left anymore
The waning years of heartache and regret
Do you still remember?
Would you still believe?
That this blackened soul of mine
Once was untarnished
Years of disappointment
And disillusion
All I see in the mirror now
Is an old man with a heart like a grave
-Insomnium, Heart Like A Grave
Off on your way, hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
I can see through mountains; watch me disappear
I can even touch the sky
Swallowing colors of the sound I hear
Am I just a crazy guy? You bet
Of salesman…OF SALESMAN!
(Also, outta likes )