Best Lyrics

If your limbs begin dissolving
In the water that you tread
All surroundings are evolving
In the stream that clears your head
Find yourself a caravan
Like Noah must have led
And slip inside this house as you pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

True conception, knowing why
Brings even more than meets the eye
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

In this dark we call creation
We can be and feel and know
From an effort, comfort station
That's surviving on the go
There's infinite survival in
The high baptismal glow.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

There is no season when you are grown
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown
There is no reason to rise alone
Other stories given have sages of their own.

Live where your heart can be given
And your life starts to unfold
In the forms you envision
In this dream that's ages old
On the river layer is the only sayer
You receive all you can hold
Like you've been told.

Every day's another dawning
Give the morning winds a chance
Always catch your thunder yawning
Lift your mind into the dance
Sweep the shadows from your awning
Shrink the fourfold circumstance
That lies outside this house don't pass it by.

Higher worlds that you uncover
Light the path you want to roam
You compare there and discover
You won't need a shell of foam
Twice born gypsies care and keep
The nowhere of their former home
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

You think you can't, you wish you could
I know you can, I wish you would
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

Four and twenty birds of Maya
Baked into an atom you
Polarized into existence
Magnet heart from red to blue
To such extent the realm of dark
Within the picture it seems true
But slip inside this house and then decide.

All your lightning waits inside you
Travel it along your spine
Seven stars receive your visit
Seven seals remain divine
Seven churches filled with spirit,
Treasure from the angels' mine
Slip inside this house as you pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

The space you make has your own laws
No longer human gods are cause
The center of this house will never die.

There is no season when you are grown
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown
There is no reason to rise alone
Other stories given have sages of their own.

Draw from the well of unchanging
Its union nourishes on
In the right re-arranging
Till the last confusion is gone
Water-brothers trust in the ultimust
Of the always singing song they pass along.

One-eyed men aren't really reigning
They just march in place until
Two-eyed men with mystery training
Finally feel the power fill
Three-eyed men are not complaining.
They can yo-yo where they will
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Don't pass it by.

Broken English words cracked the air like a bell
She had a chateau in Virginia Waters
Free from all those culture vultures
Her silver car a silver cloud cloaked the air in a shroud
Her pearly author's teeth tore the seasoned cedar coloured pheasant

Her one rich wish is to write a book about
A venetian mother's problems on a barge in little Venice

She peers at the portrait of her poetess grandmother
Who's theatrical in character
Wise just like Socrates
She sinks her nails into the aged canvas
But the power from the wordster's head was cool and shrill and frightening

Miss Drag is intermingled with the powder-blue chaise lounge
She types some acid words to her hairless havana art dealer

Her one rich wish is to write a book about a chateau in Virginia Waters
Free from all those culture vultures

or perhaps all of Dead Flowers by the Stones.

My favorite one line of all time, for the sheer kick-ass delivery, is "Its better to burn out, cause rust never sleeps"

When I'm high on batwings
up by the silvery moon
I think of a certain sad eyed king
trapped in his golden room
and I dream of a cold river on the way
to come and sweep that king into this black and brown bay

Well the water looks like jewelry
when it's coming out the spout
and nothing could make me feel better
than a wet kiss on the mouth
Fake I.D.'s and honeybees
the jagged skyline of car keys
I never knew the bird could fly so low

Rub out the catlight,
rub out the village
red and white exit light
that's exodus damage
Why don't people think of who they use?
Why don't you try and come and get me: Black and Brown Blues

It's raining triple sec in Tchula
and the radio plays "Crazy Train"
there's a quadroon ball in the beehive
hanging out in the rain
and when there's trouble I dont like running
but I'm afraid I got more in common
with who I was than who I am becoming

When I go downtown
I always wear a corduroy suit
cause it's made of a hundred gutters
that the rain can run right through
but a lonely man can't make a move
if he can't even bring himself to choose
between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes

If I gots to bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick,
All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick.
and all them other cats you run with, get done with, done quick,
how the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit?,
There go the gun click, 911 shit,
all over some dumb shit,
ain't that some shit,
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club,
cause everytime you come around it's like what I just gotta get
my dick sucked,
And I don't know who the fuck you think you talking to,
but I'm not him, aight slim?
So watch what you do.
Or you gon find yourself,
buried next to someone else,
and we all thought you loved yourself.
But that couldn't of been the issue,
or maybe they just sayin' that now cause they miss you,
shit a nigga tried to dis you.
That's why you lay'n on your back look'n at the roof of the
church,
preacher tell'n the truth and it hurts.

Hook: 2X

Off the chain
I leave niggaz soft in the brain,
cause niggaz still want the fame,
off the name.
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough,
to be fuckin' wit' me, and you,
you ain't strong enough.
So whateva it is you puffin on that got you think that you
Superman.
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack you with my dick or the
mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters,
not even good actors,
What's gone be the outcome,
Umm, let's add up all tha factors....
You wack,
you're twisted,
your girl's a ho,
you're broke,
your kid ain't yours,
and e'ybody know.
Your old man say you stupid,
you be like, "So,
I love my baby mother,
I never let her go"
I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whin'n over puss,
that don't belong to them,
fuck is wrong with them,
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them,
who get it on the strength of the hands with them, man....

Hook: 2X

I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head,
no more talk'n, put him in the dirt instead,
you keep walk'n, unless you try'n to end up red,
cause if I end up unfed, ya'll end up dead.
Cause youse a soft type nigga,
fake up North type nigga,
puss like a soft white nigga.
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water,
we done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter,
the bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, everybody come out,
aight nobody run out
sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out.
Listen,
yo ass is about to be miss'n,
you know who gone find you,
some old man fishin,
Grandma wishin, your soul's at rest,
but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

oh yeah? he's the Silver Jew that wrote the bible!
*rimshot*

I'd be interested to know what you think of Tom Waits and Dylan......

Lyrics by Vas Djifrens

The wolfen traveler wanders
Across the blackened plains of ice
The spirits of ancestors forgotten
Overwhelm the nose and eyes
Ahead is a river guarded by arctic sentry
Cold pagan hatred fans the flames of Traveler's heart
He gathers to the prey and destroys the intruders throat

COLD! Black! TUNDRA!!!!!
WOLF! ATTACKS!

Now the blood of enemy on his hands and claws
The moon transforms him back to daylight shape
He wanders to a village and rests
Underneath the Northernmost Sky
O Wolfen Night Spirit, your blackness fills me
With the hunger for their blood

COLD! BLACK! TUNDRA!
WOLF! SLAUGHTERS!

The villagers feasted upon he rides away
Through the Black Tundra to the next village
Many more slaughtered
The Travelers Cycle begins anew

#1: i believe when they found the body of general george a. custer quilled like a porcupine with indian arrows,
he did not die with any honor or any dignity nor any valor.

i believe now that george a. custer
an american general patriot and indian fighter,
he died with shit in his pants.

#2: You can have my autograph
I think I'll sign it love to you
Or should I sign it just for you?
[refrain:]Stairway to the stars, think I'll write good health to you
Stairway to the stars, we got better things to do

You can drive my motorcar
It's insured to thirty thou
Kill them all if you wish
[refrain:]
You can have my autograph
I think I'll sign it good health to you
Upon the cast, your broken arm
Stairway to the stars, I think I'll write good health to you
Stairway to the stars, I hope you heal up real quick
Stairway to the stars...

#3: An oily ole egg with a red peg leg
Thought a porquepine was his daughter
But he soon found out
That she had the gout
And often would wink underwater
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
HE HE HE HE HE HE HE
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

A red red rose saw a big pig pose
On the edge of a silver dollar
The end of his tail
Was a long-necked nail
And in place of his face was a scholar
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
HE HE HE HE HE HE HE
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

It must've been hard to tell me
That you've given all you had to give
I can understand your feeling that way
Everybody's got their life to live

This valley's dammed to serve only one purpose
Its history condemned it to engulfment
The bones of houses show in the summertime
A row of gateless gateposts standing in line
The night's so quiet I can hear the snails crawl
Cutting the leaves they smear with silver
The scent of my own fear fills the air
The sound of my own breathing makes me shiver

Mr Blairstowe and Mr Partridge
They said to me
To get a mortgage
You need an income lid
I thought it was free

Dolly Parton and Lord Byron
They said patriotism is the last refuge
But now its me

And water's flowing down the mountain
But a tree is blocking the water flowing

So I went fishing
A note from a fish said:
Dear dope, if you wanna catch us
You need a rod and a line
Signed the fish

Water is flowing down the mountain
But a tree is blocking the water flowing

Went to the car rental
They said to me
You need a log book and licence, son

Water's flowing down the mountain
But a tree is blocking the water coming
Mountain energei

And water's flowing down the mountain

nuttin indie here

I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola [LP version: Coca-Cola]
See-oh-el-aye cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
El-oh-el-aye Lola la-la-la-la Lola

Well I'm not the world's most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola

Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said dear boy won't you come home with me
Well I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me

Well that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola
La-la-la-la Lola

Well I left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said dear boy I'm gonna make you a man

Well I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola

But what they are are wildly original, clever, subtle enough not to be confusing but you really have to listen to them to get the story, funny, catchy, and both ridiculously easy and fun to sing along with. The song, and the lyrics, are really just one of the crowning achievements of Brit rock.

"Who Do You Love" (Bo Diddley, not the Backstreet Boys), especially this:

Tombstone hand and a graveyard mind,
Just 22 and I don't mind dyin'

Peace on earth & mercy mild
God & sinners reconciled

Best carol imo