Your absolute favorite lyrics

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Dude#1279435

Senior Audioholic
Not real "musical" is Beck's music but agree with others he was a genius. Love the play on words. Sort of a disposable junk rock/pop thing. Besides albums I thought some of his peak stuff included ad-libbing lyrics to his live acoustic shows. I think Truck Driving Neighbors Downstairs is his best.

She took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
She's got dried up flowers, flakey skin
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin
She's a nitemare hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit moody
It's a new-age letdown in my face
She's so spaced out, and there ain't no space
She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile
I'm caught in a vortex, she's changing my style
She's a nitemare hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
Uptight and a little bit snooty
She's a magical, sparkling tease
She's a rainbow choking the breeze
Yeah oh, she's busting out onto the scene
With nitemare bogus poetry
She's a melted avocado on the shelf
She's the science of herself
She's spazzing out on a cosmic level
And she's meditating with the devil
She's cooking salad for breakfast
She's got tofu the size of Texas
She's a witness to her own glory
She's a neverending story
She's a frolicking depression
She's a self-inflicted obsession
She's got a thousand lonely husbands
She's playing footsie in another dimension
She's a goddess milking her time
For all that it's worth



[Come on, motherfucker. Put your clothes on, come on
You lousy puke
truck you!!!
Why don't you call your mommy?
You're a fucking drunk !!!
Yeah, I'm a fucking drunk !!!
Come on, motherfucker !!!
But you're a lousy lowlife who can't do nothin' for himself]
Acid casualty with a repossessed car
Vietnam vet playin' air guitar
It's just the poop-kickin', speed-takin'
Truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs
Yeah...yeah
Whiskey-stained buck-toothed backwoods creep
Grizzly bear motherfucker never goes to sleep
It's just the poop-kickin', speed-takin'
Truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs
Oh, yeah...yeah
Belly floppin' naked in a pool of yellow sweat
Screamin' jackass with a wet cigarette
It's just the poop-kickin', speed-takin'
Truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs
Oh
Oh, my goodness
Oh...
Mmm...
Psychotic breakdown double-edged axe
Growin' hair like a shag rug on his greasy back
It's just the poop-kickin', speed-takin'
Truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs
Oh my goodness
Oh my goodness
Oh, yeah
Come on, honey, feel the grease
Grease, grease
Come on, honey, feel the grease
Oh, my goodness
Come on, honey, feel the grease
Oh yeah
Come on, lay it on me
Bring it down one more time
Come on, honey...
 
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ddjr

Audioholic
Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
I'll stand on the bow
Feel the waves come crashing
Come crashing down down down, on me
And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in
But don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
When I awoke today, suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams, I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path, up this cobbled lane
I'm walking in my old footsteps, once again
And you say, just be here now
Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin
Just let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
And I'll check my machine, there's sure to be that call
It's gonna happen soon, soon, oh so very soon
It's just that times are lean
And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart, let the light shine
Don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
On a clear day I can see, see for a long way
On a clear day I can see, see for a long way
 
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Dude#1279435

Senior Audioholic
Sounds like a social commentary on the prototypical supersex being and how they're really robots. All the elements seem to be there - the oedipus complex, the ambition for money, getting pregnant after clubbing, the hot oil.

Brilliant production.....


We like the boys
With the bullet proof vests
We like the girls with the cellophane chests
We like to ride on executive planes
We like to sit around and get real paid

I know you really want it
Cause your Daddy's always on it
And he knows just how to flaunt it
He got pictures in his wallet
And he want to be your lover
Does he look just like my mother
Does he cover you like butter
And just leave you in the gutter

I want to know if I'm worth your time
There's so much to do before you die
Thursday night, I think I'm pregnant again
Touch my ass if you're qualified
 
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}Fear_Inoculum{

Audioholic
Almost any TOOL lyrics.

"H."

What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake it is
Looking to turn my piss to wine.

They're both totally void of hate,
And killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.

Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again now [2x]

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
Considerately killing me. [4x]

Without the skin here
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears now
The walls came down.

As the snake is drowned
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times.

I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
And will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind. [3x]

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me. [3x]
 
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}Fear_Inoculum{

Audioholic
"Forty-Six & 2"

Join in my, join in my child,
And listen, I've been digging through my old numb shadow...

My shadow's
Shedding skin
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused and insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in
My shadow.
My shadow.

Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.

Join in my
Join in my child
My shadow moves
Closer to meaning

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic, insecure delusions.

I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured in
My shadow
My shadow

Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six & 2 ahead of me.

I choose to live and to grow,
Take and give and to move,
Learn and love and to cry,
Kill and die and to be paranoid and to lie,
Hate and fear and to do
What it takes to move through.

I choose to live and to lie,
Kill and give and to die,
Learn and love and to do
What it takes to step through.

See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty-six & 2 are just ahead of me.
 
}Fear_Inoculum{

}Fear_Inoculum{

Audioholic
"Lateralus"

Black then white are all I see
In my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be,
Reaching out to me,
Lets me see.

As below, so above and beyond,
I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over-thinking, over-analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see
In my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be,
Reaching out to me.
Lets me see

There is so much more
And beckons me
To look through to these
Infinite possibilities.

As below, so above and beyond,
I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over-thinking, over-analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, leaving opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to
I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected
Enough to step aside and weep like a widow
To feel inspired, to fathom the power,
To witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
To swing on the spiral, to swing on the spiral,

To swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground
I lose myself between the sounds
And open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.

I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me.
Whatever will bewilder me.

And following our will and wind
We may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end
And may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going. [4x]
 
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sterling shoote

Audioholic Field Marshall
Lyrics from the Hymn Eternal Father Strong To Save are my favorite.
 

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