Dude, this song fooking RAWKS!!!!!
Really, do I need to say anymore? It’s a rock song. About dying. And having a birthday. And it’s hilarious. And it rocks.
Good shit, Maynard.
And of course, the lyrics:
Many years ago today something grew
inside of your mother…
That thing was you
YOU
YOU YOU YOU YOU
Did she scream did she cry
Only those that are born are the ones that
Get to die
One more year closer to dying
Rotting organs ripping grinding
Biological discordance
Birthday equals self abhorrence
Years keep passing aging always
Mutate into vapid slugs
Doctor gives a new perscription
Bullet in a fucking gun
One more year closer to dying
Plastic surgeons fuel the lying
You forget why you came in here
Your mind rots with every New Year
RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you’re running out of life
Happy Birthday
You’re gonna die
Now you’re old and full of hatred
Take a pill to masturbatred
Children point to you and scream
Because they will become that thing
One more year of further suffering
There’s no point of fucking bluffing
Open up your DETHDAY present
It’s a box of fucking nothing
RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you’re running out of life
DIE DIE
DETHDAY
BIRTHDAY
DETHDAY
DIE DIE
DETHDAY
BIRTHDAY
DETHDAY
RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you’re running out of life
Happy Birthday
You’re gonna die
All Night Long is one of those great late 70’s metal songs, dripping and oozing with testosterone. It’s a song that’s about one thing, and one thing only: sex. That’s not a bad thing either. Heck, do people even make songs like this anymore?
And of course, the lyrics:
You’re walking up with your eyes on me
It’s looking good but I just don’t know
I need a girl who can keep her head
All night long
You didn’t came just to see the show
I guess you know what you wanna see
The way you smile lets me know
I can’t go wrong
I wanna touch you
I wanna feel you
I wanna make you mine
I wanna love you all night long
I wanna be with you all night long
I wanna love you all night long
I wanna be with you all night long
I saw you standing down by the stage
Your black stockings and you see - through dress
Your mouth is open but I don’t wanna hear you
Say goodnight
You’re sort of young but you’re over age
I don’t care ’cause I live your style
I don’t know about your main but
You look alright
I wanna touch you
I wanna feel you
I wanna make you mine
I wanna love you all night long
I wanna be with you all night long
I wanna love you all night long
I wanna be with you all night long
Your mind is dirty but your hands are clean
You show no class but your legs are long
I know I can’t stand another night
On my own
Hey girl would you like some wine
What’s your name are you by yourself
Are you the one what do you say
Can I take you home
I wanna touch you
I wanna feel you
I wanna make you mine
I wanna love you all night long
I wanna be with you all night long
I wanna love you all night long
I wanna be with you all night long
Los Angeles is one of those songs that makes you want to both bang your head and shake your ass at the same time. I love the way it slips from an easygoing folksy tune to a balls out rocker. Also, it’s a great tune, easy to sing along with, easy to enjoy on many levels.
The song itself really is about Los Angeles, from the one in South Patagonia to the one from Bladerunner and each one in between.
And of course, the lyrics:
I met a man
He was a good man
Sailing and shoring
Dancing the beta can-can
Making me foreign
Oh yeah
I want to live in Los Angeles
Not the one in Los Angeles
No, not the one in South California
The got one in South Patagonia
I want to live in Los Angeles
Not the one in Los Angeles
They got a bunch down in Moleville
They got a bunch more still
I want to live in Los Angeles
Not the one is Los Angeles
They got one in twenty-five two five
Works just like a beehive
I want to live in Los Angeles
Not the one in Los Angeles
Counting helicopters on a Saturday night
The symphony of the fair light
I hear them saying Los Angeles
In all the black and white movies
And if you think they star-spangled us
How come we say los angeleez?
I’ll wait in Los Angeles
I’ll wait in the pouring sun
No way
For not anyone
No way
I met a man
He was a good man
Sailing and shoring
He got a betatron, man
Talking that foreign
Oh yeah
I’ll wait in Los Angeles
I’ll wait in the pouring sun
No way
For not anyone
No way
I’m not the hugest fan of KoRn, but I really like this song. I think I like it more because it’s an actual song as opposed to a series of odd sounds (KoRn–in my opinion–have some great moments in their songs, but they rarely add up to a great song). There’s a verse, a bridge, a chorus–it’s a classically composed pop song really.
As regards the song’s meaning, from Wikipedia:
“That’s a song baggin’ on myself. How everything’s always handed to me. How I look up to God and don’t want this anymore. Like I want something more out of life than all this. And I’ve got everything I really need but I sometimes don’t like. I don’t know how to explain it. I have to let it sit through the songs more to actually get into what I write. I truly know, really, the meanings of the songs almost. That’s what I’m getting out of it right now.” – Jonathan Davis
And of course, the lyrics:
Hate, something, sometime, someway, something kicked on the front floor…
Mine? Something, inside.
I’ll never ever follow.
So give.. me.. some.. thing.. that.. is.. for.. real.
I’ll never ever follow.
Get your boogie on…
Get your boogie on…
Hate, something, someway, each day, feeling ripped off again. NO!
Why? This shit inside.
Now everyone will follow.
So give.. me.. no.. thing.. just.. feel.
And now this shit will follow.
God paged me, he’ll never see the lie, who wants to see?
God told me, I’ve already got the life, oh I say…
God paged me, he’ll never see the lie, who wants to see?
God told me, I’ve already got the life, oh I say…
Each day I can feel it swallow, inside something took from me.
I don’t feel your deathly ways.
Each day I feel so hollow, inside always beating me,,
You will never see, so come dance with me.
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me (Rumbiddieboo Rumbiddieboo
Dance with me Rumbiddieboo Rum bum dee dum dee
Dance with me bum diddie doo Rumbiddieboo)
ME!
God pains me, he’ll never see the lie, who wants to see?
God told me, I’ve already got the life, oh I say…
God pains me, he’ll never see the lie, who wants to see?
God told me, I’ve already got the life.
Got the life
Got the life
Got the life
Got the life
Got the life
Got the life
Got the life
Got the life
Got… the… life.
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Now playing: The Clash - If Music Could Talk
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Rock Box was one of the first ‘metal-rap’ songs, combining Run-DMC’s tag team rhyme style with Eddie Martinez’s sizzling guitar solos. Additionally, it’s just a cool sounding song. It’s tremendously obvious that the three were not just fans of rap, but of rock as well, something which was borne out throughout their career.
Here’s a link to the video (be patient, Professor Irwin Corey goes away soon enough)
And of course, the lyrics:
Run DMC, live for you, fresh
To all you sucker MCs perpetrating a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack, keep the crowd cold bored
You’re the kind of guy that girls ignore
I’m driving a Caddy, you’re fixing a Ford
My name is Joseph Simmons but my middle name is Lord
And when I’m rockin on the mic you should all applaud
Because we’re wheelin, dealin, we got a funny feelin
We rock from the floor up to the ceiling
We’re groovin, you’re movin, it has been proven
We calm the savage beast because our music is soothin’
We create it, relate it, and often demonstrate it
We dis the sucker MC, make the others suckers hate it
We’re rising, suprising, and often hypnotizing
We always tell the truth, and we never slip no lies in
No curls no braids peasy head and still get paid
Jam-Master cuts the records up and down the cross fade
Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail
Witty as can be, and not for sale
Always funky fresh could never be stale
Took a test to become an MC and didn’t fail
I couldn’t wait to demonstrate
All the super def rhymes that I create
I’m a wizard of the word, thats what you heard
And anything else is quite absurd
I’m a master of the mic, thats what I say
And if I didn’t say that, just say it anyway
Bust into the party, cover the place
See the first thing that comes, is the music in your face
Girls on the wall, some on the floor
With the DJ named Jay with the cuts galore
So listen to this, because it can’t be missed
And you can’t leave til you’re dismissed
You can do anything that you want to
But you can’t leave until we’re through
So relax your body and your mind
And listen to us say this rhyme, Hey
You might think that you have waited
Long enough till the rhyme was stated
But if it were a test it would be graded
With a grade that’s not debated
Nothing to deep, and nothing dense
And all our rhymes make a lot of sense
So move your butt to the cut
Run amok, you’re not in a rut
Each and everybody out there we got the notion
And we want to see y’all in motion
Just shake, wiggle, jump up and down
Move your body to the funky sound
Side to side, back and forth
We’re the two MCs and we gonna go off
Stand in place, walk or run
Tap your feet, you’ll be on the one
Just snap your fingers and clap your hands
Our DJs better than all these bands…huh
[This verse only appears in the Vocal Dub version of Rock Box]
It’s the movement of your body when you’re inside a party
Tryin to do a dance just like everybody
You keep the pep in your step
Inside of your heart is where its kept
It’s the movement of your feet when you hear def beats
Silence so sweet, harmony is so neat
It’s the movement of the head when a rhyme is said
That I rock the livin’ dead, I get you out your bed
It’s the movement of you arms, to a beat that’s charred
We’re checkin and respectin cause it’s never hard
It’s the movement of your jock when he rocks the block
Ill sucker def beats all around the block
It’s the movement of the ‘table when it starts to spin
Round and round, and back again
Huh…!
We got all the lines, and all the rhymes
We don’t drive dimes, and we don’t do crimes
We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines
And never wear those pants they’re callin’Calvin Klein
Cause Calvin Klein’s no friend of mine
Don’t want nobody’s name on my behind
It’s Lee on my leg, sneakers on my feet
D by my side, and Jay with the beat
…Jay…Run…
We don’t…Jay…
Bun…Two…Tee…Run…
Hollis Crew…
But…
Cortina…
Ha…
My man Jam-Master…And his place to be…
Jay…The big beat blaster…
Waited…
Straight off the ground…All the way live…
Remember, you don’t stop…beat…
Run rocks it well…With the clientelle…
Krush Groove…
Young ladies in place…with base…with the high space…
So let ‘em…
Homeboy…
Now we’re talkin autographs…
Homegirl…
Autographs…
Fly Girl…In place…
Homeboy…
High Street…
Fun…
Sing…
This song is another one that’s just plain fun. I love the drum beat and the guitar work, and it just rocks. I know there’s more to it than that, but I’ll let my usual sources tackle that (as always, this is the internet, so I cannot verify the veracity of the statements):
And of course, the lyrics:
And I don’t want you and I don’t need you
Don’t bother to resist, or I’ll beat you
It’s not your fault that you’re always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It’s all anatomic to the size of your steeple
You can’t see the forest for the trees
You can’t smell your own shit on your knees
There’s no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That’s in your way
[Chorus]
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it’s hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It’s hard to pick which one they eat most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It’s as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away
[Chorus]
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it’s hard to be clean
There’s no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That’s in your way
The beautiful people
The beautiful people (aahh) [x4]
[Chorus x2]
The beautiful people [x8]