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safeinacell · 05-22-2003, 02:12 AM

The process of belief is an elixir when you're weak,
I must confess at times I indulge it on the sneak,
but generally my outlooks not so bleak.
Materialist
Bad Religion

VonEvilstein · 05-22-2003, 03:27 AM

With Tori and Lemmy already given their due, I'll make a case for my two favourite lyricists: John Hiatt and Martin Walkyier.

Martin Walkyier, originally of Sabbat, later of Skyclad, writes a lot of his lyrics from a very pagan point of view. The song I've linked to (a bit long to put up here in full) regards a conversation between a Saxon sorceror and a Christian monk, based, as is the entire Dreamweaver album, on Brian Bates's novel "The Way of Wyrd". Here's a snippet, and go here for the full text.

"Why do you carry your God
Like a weapon -
A dagger drawn ready to strike
At the heart of a foe when you
Don't really know the reason
That you fight? -
To replace our disgrace with
The 'loving' embrace of your Lord -
Can't you see that the plans
Made for me and my people
To us seem absurd.

Pre-emptive prejudice has
Dogmatised your life,
These blinkered views that once
Held true will no longer suffice.
For in my world there is no point
Where you can draw the line,
'twixt good and evil,
Saint and sinner,
Damnate and divine.
Shaven-headed servant of
An infantile faith -
By what right do you presume
To come and take my place?
If there is one grain of truth
Amidst your hoard of lies,
'tis
"Love your neighbour as yourself"
With this alone I can abide.

These teachings that you deem so
Sacred bcome words devoid of meaning,
When compared unto a faith that
Preaches something worth believing.
What is to become of us when
Truth is turned to lies,
Will none remain to wipe the tears
When Mother Nature cries?"

And as for John Hiatt, well...

"There's a lipstick sunset
Smeared across the August sky
There's a bitter sweet perfume
Hanging in the fields
The creek is running high

And I left my lover waiting
In the dawn somewhere to wonder why
By the end of the day
All her sweet dreams would fade
To a lipstick sunset

Well, a radio was playing
And that ol' summer heat was on the rise
I just had to get away
Before some sad old song
Brought tears to my eyes

And Lord I couldn't tell her
That her love was only killing me
By the end of the day
All her sweet dreams would fade
To a lipstick sunset

Well it's pretty as a picture baby
Red and blushing just before the night
Maybe love's like that for me
Maybe I can only see
As you take away the light

So hold me in the darkness
We can dream about the cool twilight
Til the dawning of the day
When I make my getaway
To a lipstick sunset

There will come another day
When I make my getaway
To a lipstick sunset

There will come another day
Then I'll make my getaway
To a lipstick sunset"

Interestingly enough, both are pretty religious guys, quite unlike myself.

Bane · 05-22-2003, 03:41 AM

Crippled Inside
John Lennon

You can shine your shoes and wear a suit
You can comb your hair and look quite cute
You can hide your face behind a smile
One thing you can't hide
Is when you're crippled inside

You can wear a mask and paint your face
You can call yourself the human race
You can wear a collar and a tie
One thing you can't hide
Is when you're crippled inside

Well now you know that your
Cat has nine lives
Nine lives to itself
But you only got one
And a dog's life ain't fun
Mamma take a look outside

You can go to church and sing a hymn
You can judge me by the color of my skin
You can live a lie until you die
One thing you can't hide
Is when you're crippled inside

Well now you know that your
Cat has nine lives
Nine lives to itself
But you only got one
And a dog's life ain't fun
Mamma take a look outside

You can go to church and sing a hymn
You can judge me by the color of my skin
You can live a lie until you die
One thing you can't hide
Is when you're crippled inside

One thing you can't hide
Is when you're crippled inside
One thing you can't hide
Is when you're crippled inside

Howay the Toon · 05-22-2003, 04:15 AM

Killing Jar - Richard Thompson

My Father was a judge
A solitary man
He beat me to crying
With the back of his hand

I played with my sister
He said I played too rough
"Seems to me son,
I didn't beat you enough"

I'm no good
He said "son you're no good"

I went for my schooling
And I faced the wall
"Tommy Burns" said the teacher
Can you hear me at all

I swept out the courtyard
And I swept the grounds
My boss he tells me
That I'm late on my rounds

I'm no good
They say I'm no good

I once had a songbird
With a broken wing
I cried and I cried
It never did sing

I once had a songbird
The apple of my eye
i put it in the Killing Jar
Just to watch it die

I once had a sweetheart
Caught her running around
I hit her with a log chain
And put her in the ground

I once had a sweetheart
A pretty little thing
I knelt in her cold grave
And took back my ring

I'm no good
I said I'm no good

I'm no good
I said I'm no good

Marduk · 05-22-2003, 02:57 PM

Through the early morning mist I see
Visions of eternity
And all the pain in store for me

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And you can take or leave it if you wish

The game of life is hard to play
Gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I�ll some day lay

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And you can take or leave it if you wish

M.A.S.H theme song.

From the hundred years war to the Crimea
With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear
To all of the men who have stood with no fear, in service of the King
He only wanted more time, away from the darkest door
But his luck it gave in as the dawn light crept in and he was shot dead.

I believe in this and it�s been tested by research
He who fucks nuns
Will later join the church

Death or Glory fro "London Calling" The Clash

trekbette · 05-22-2003, 09:31 PM

Metallica "For Whom The Bell Tolls"

Look to the sky before you die
It's the last time you will

It's a bit of a downer, but it sticks with me.

KoopaFanatic · 05-22-2003, 10:42 PM

Quote:

I was told there's a miracle for each day that I try
I was told there's a new love that's born for each one that has died
I was told there'd be no one to call on when I feel alone and afraid
I was told if you dream of the next world
You'll find yourself swimming in a lake of fire
Like a child, I thought I could live without pain, without sorrow
As a man I've found it's all caught up with me
I'm asleep yet I'm so afraid

From Dream Theater's Metropolis--Part I "The Miracle and the Sleeper"

Quote:

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

From Behind Blue Eyes by the Who

There're more, but I'm getting too depressed by the lyrics that are coming to mind

topane · 05-23-2003, 05:53 AM

Rush - "Free Will"

Quote:

There are those who think that life
Has nothing left to chance,
A host of holy horrors
To direct our aimless dance

A planet of playthings
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
"The stars aren't aligned -
Or the gods are malign"
Blame is better to give than receive.

You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that's clear-
I will choose free will

There are those who think that
They were dealt a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them-
They weren't born in Lotus-Land
All pre-ordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate
Kicked in the face
You can pray for a place
In heaven's unearthly estate

You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that's clear-
I will choose free will

Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt
That's far too fleet...

You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that's clear-
I will choose free will

topane · 05-23-2003, 05:56 AM

Iron Maiden - "The Trooper"

Quote:

You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.

The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.

The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.

We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.

And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan

August Spies · 05-23-2003, 08:29 AM

you have to be joking... iron maiden has some of the worst lyrics ever... the trooper and aces high being the worst of the worst.

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05-22-2003, 02:12 AM	#11
safeinacell Regular Member Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: United Kingdom Posts: 304	The process of belief is an elixir when you're weak, I must confess at times I indulge it on the sneak, but generally my outlooks not so bleak. Materialist Bad Religion

05-22-2003, 03:27 AM	#12
VonEvilstein Senior Member Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: .nl Posts: 822	With Tori and Lemmy already given their due, I'll make a case for my two favourite lyricists: John Hiatt and Martin Walkyier. Martin Walkyier, originally of Sabbat, later of Skyclad, writes a lot of his lyrics from a very pagan point of view. The song I've linked to (a bit long to put up here in full) regards a conversation between a Saxon sorceror and a Christian monk, based, as is the entire Dreamweaver album, on Brian Bates's novel "The Way of Wyrd". Here's a snippet, and go here for the full text. "Why do you carry your God Like a weapon - A dagger drawn ready to strike At the heart of a foe when you Don't really know the reason That you fight? - To replace our disgrace with The 'loving' embrace of your Lord - Can't you see that the plans Made for me and my people To us seem absurd. Pre-emptive prejudice has Dogmatised your life, These blinkered views that once Held true will no longer suffice. For in my world there is no point Where you can draw the line, 'twixt good and evil, Saint and sinner, Damnate and divine. Shaven-headed servant of An infantile faith - By what right do you presume To come and take my place? If there is one grain of truth Amidst your hoard of lies, 'tis "Love your neighbour as yourself" With this alone I can abide. These teachings that you deem so Sacred bcome words devoid of meaning, When compared unto a faith that Preaches something worth believing. What is to become of us when Truth is turned to lies, Will none remain to wipe the tears When Mother Nature cries?" And as for John Hiatt, well... "There's a lipstick sunset Smeared across the August sky There's a bitter sweet perfume Hanging in the fields The creek is running high And I left my lover waiting In the dawn somewhere to wonder why By the end of the day All her sweet dreams would fade To a lipstick sunset Well, a radio was playing And that ol' summer heat was on the rise I just had to get away Before some sad old song Brought tears to my eyes And Lord I couldn't tell her That her love was only killing me By the end of the day All her sweet dreams would fade To a lipstick sunset Well it's pretty as a picture baby Red and blushing just before the night Maybe love's like that for me Maybe I can only see As you take away the light So hold me in the darkness We can dream about the cool twilight Til the dawning of the day When I make my getaway To a lipstick sunset There will come another day When I make my getaway To a lipstick sunset There will come another day Then I'll make my getaway To a lipstick sunset" Interestingly enough, both are pretty religious guys, quite unlike myself.

05-22-2003, 03:41 AM	#13
Bane Regular Member Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Canada Posts: 180	Crippled Inside John Lennon You can shine your shoes and wear a suit You can comb your hair and look quite cute You can hide your face behind a smile One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside You can wear a mask and paint your face You can call yourself the human race You can wear a collar and a tie One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside Well now you know that your Cat has nine lives Nine lives to itself But you only got one And a dog's life ain't fun Mamma take a look outside You can go to church and sing a hymn You can judge me by the color of my skin You can live a lie until you die One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside Well now you know that your Cat has nine lives Nine lives to itself But you only got one And a dog's life ain't fun Mamma take a look outside You can go to church and sing a hymn You can judge me by the color of my skin You can live a lie until you die One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside

05-22-2003, 04:15 AM	#14
Howay the Toon Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: Bicester UK Posts: 863	Killing Jar - Richard Thompson My Father was a judge A solitary man He beat me to crying With the back of his hand I played with my sister He said I played too rough "Seems to me son, I didn't beat you enough" I'm no good He said "son you're no good" I went for my schooling And I faced the wall "Tommy Burns" said the teacher Can you hear me at all I swept out the courtyard And I swept the grounds My boss he tells me That I'm late on my rounds I'm no good They say I'm no good I once had a songbird With a broken wing I cried and I cried It never did sing I once had a songbird The apple of my eye i put it in the Killing Jar Just to watch it die I once had a sweetheart Caught her running around I hit her with a log chain And put her in the ground I once had a sweetheart A pretty little thing I knelt in her cold grave And took back my ring I'm no good I said I'm no good I'm no good I said I'm no good

05-22-2003, 02:57 PM	#15
Marduk Veteran Member Join Date: Aug 2000 Location: the 10th planet Posts: 5,065	Through the early morning mist I see Visions of eternity And all the pain in store for me Suicide is painless It brings on many changes And you can take or leave it if you wish The game of life is hard to play Gonna lose it anyway The losing card I�ll some day lay Suicide is painless It brings on many changes And you can take or leave it if you wish M.A.S.H theme song. From the hundred years war to the Crimea With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear To all of the men who have stood with no fear, in service of the King He only wanted more time, away from the darkest door But his luck it gave in as the dawn light crept in and he was shot dead. I believe in this and it�s been tested by research He who fucks nuns Will later join the church Death or Glory fro "London Calling" The Clash

05-22-2003, 09:31 PM	#16
trekbette Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Torrance, CA Posts: 533	Metallica "For Whom The Bell Tolls" Look to the sky before you die It's the last time you will It's a bit of a downer, but it sticks with me.

05-23-2003, 08:29 AM	#20
August Spies Contributor Join Date: Apr 2001 Location: The Vine Posts: 12,950	you have to be joking... iron maiden has some of the worst lyrics ever... the trooper and aces high being the worst of the worst.

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