>The sun shines in the bedroom when you play
>And the raining always starts when you go away
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
>Don't be scared to speak
>Don't speak with someone's tooth
>Don't bargain when you're weak
>Don't take that sharp abuse
>Some patients can't be saved, but that burden's not on you
>Don't even let anyone tell you you deserve that
>>61078326
You're probably like 20 bro
>The car is on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel
>And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides and a dark wind blows
>The government is corrupt
>And we're on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn
>We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
>And the machine is bleeding to death
>The sun has fallen down
>And the billboards are all leering
>And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
>It went like this
>The buildings tumbled in on themselves
>Mothers clutching babies
>Picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair
>The skyline was beautiful on fire
>All twisted metal stretching upwards
>Everything washed in a thin orange haze
>I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful, these are truly the last days"
>You grabbed my hand and we fell into it
>Like a daydream or a fever
>We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
>For sure it's the valley of death
>I open up my wallet and it's full of blood
>I hope it stays dark forever
>I hope the worst isn't over
>And I hope that you blink before I do
>And I hope that I never get sober
>And I hope when you think of me years down the line
>You can't find one good thing to say
>And I hope that if I found the strength to walk out of my way
>You'd stay the hell out of my way
>I am drowning
>There is no sign of land
>You are coming down with me
>Hand in unlovable hand
>happy happy joy joy!!
>happy happy joy joy!!
>One day I'll wake up,
>Eyes black, with the color of asphalt
>And I'll cry tears of tar
>Lungs black, heart numb
>Like a bird far away from its nest
>I need fresh air,
>The noise of people around me distresses me
>The city gradually interferes with my weak >body
>Obstructing this way my happy daydreams of an ideal that passes away.
>Do you know what I feel like doing?
>Going away to live in the moiontains, >surrounded by tall fir trees
>I'd stretch out on the moss,
>I'd smell the odour of mushrooms, flowers and of damp soil
>No more chicken sandwiches
>Yes, I'll pay for the damages
>WATCH ME WHIP
>WATCH ME NAYNAY
>>61079314
>OH KAY
>>61079041
Is this picture going to become the next big meme?
I mean it's already posted everywhere, once we give it a name and start making edits of it then it'll become some huge thing.
God
Damn
This
Bitch
Knows
How
To
Set
Me
Off
>COUGH COUGH COUGH
>I think I need some robitussin
Two dead, six wounded
That's what you get for not
Rolling as a unit
>Then the girl in the cafe taps me on the shoulder
>I realize five years went by 'n I'm older
>Memories smolder
>Winters colder
>But that same piano loops over
>And over
>And over
Ayo street mergers I legislated
The nerve I never hated
On murders pre-meditated
Absurd! I hesitated
Observe: cock and spray
Hit you from a block away
Drinking sake on a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay
I treat bitches straight up, like Simon Says
Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head
Cop me Air Ones, hon, lime and red
You got pets? Me too: mine are dead
Fox, minks, gators that's necessary
Accessories, my closet's a "Pet Sematary"
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo
I run scandals with savages
>>61079312
damn...
>>61079436
>>61079457
KILLA
Aiyyo I argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time
"Get that off the table Cam'ron it's dinner time"
I got a line downstairs ma, I'm in the grind
From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine
You cooking pork anyway, I ain't in to swine
"You out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind
I'mma surpass crack, move on to Nasdaq
But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak
No one else can make me feel
The colors that you bring
Stay with me while we grow old
And we will live each day in springtime
Cause lovin' you is easy cause you're beautiful
And every day of my life is filled with lovin' you
>Marshall lives at home, he's got no job
>just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
When I was younger, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now I'm older see it face to face
And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place.
And I was green, greener than the hill
Where the flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now I'm darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be.
And I was strong, strong in the sun
I thought I'd see when day is done
Now I'm weaker than the palest blue
Oh, so weak in this need for you.
I'm not your friend
I'm just a man who knows how to feel
>Skies clear up if they're overcast
>Pit bulls are gentle when you come past
>Stars come out of hiding for you
>And I would too
>But this world couldn't hold you
>You slipped free
>Her vagina is moist and warm
>I'll keep you safe just hold my arm
>Hell is beyond the door
>Heaven doesn't want one more
>No more chicken sandwiches
>Yes I will pay for the damages
Thats some next level lyricism
>>61078252
cringe
>>61080062
>>Yes I will pay for the damages
Fire
>My smile is stuck
I> cannot go back t' yer frownland
>My spirit's made up of the ocean
>And the sky 'n the sun 'n the moon
>'N all my eye can see
>I cannot go back to yer land of gloom
>Where black jagged shadows
>Remind me of the comin' of yer doom
>I want my own land
>Take my hand 'n come with me
>It's not too late for you
>It is not too late for me
>To find my homeland
>Where man can stand by another man
>Without an ego flyin'
>With no man lyin'
>'N no one dyin' by an earthly hand
>Let the devils burn 'n the beggar learn
>'N the little girls that live in those old worlds
>Take my kind hand
>My smile is stuck
>I cannot go back t' yer frownland
>I cannot go back t' yer frownland
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeNc4tI5km8
Not strictly lyrics but not arsed m8
"Do you love me at all Michael?"
"No."
>steeped in luxury
>fine-tuned until you can’t even find the right key
>drunk on liberties
>taken for the sake of feeling that you’re free.
>you feed your soul with sound
>that you found lying around
>on the air and underground
>never believing that you’d be bound
>to one day sing your own song
>to one day say what’s right from what’s wrong
>and it might not be long
>before a black train’s gonna come
>and take away all of your wild grace and being young
>judgment will be done
>upon the wicked way of life that you have sung
>you’ve been wrapped up in this world
>you're it's little baby pearl
>now you’re caught in a pleasure trip whirlpool
>but the whole thing’s gonna unfurl and fool you
>you’re gonna have to sing your own song
>you’re gonna have to say what’s right from what’s wrong
>and it might not be long
Daddy played the banjo 'neath the yellow tree
It rang across the backyard, an old time melody
I loved to hear the music, I was only five
I listened as his fingers made the banjo come alive
...several verses later...
Well, I'm just tellin' lies about the things I did
See, I'm that banjo player who never had a kid
Now I sit beneath that yellow tree
Hopin' that a kid somewhere is listening to me
>i dont know what they want from me
>it's like the more money we come across
>the more problems we see
>excuse me if I spoke too soon
>my eyes have always followed you around the room
>cause you're the only god i'll ever need
>im holding on and waiting for the moment to find me
I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on autopilot
So tell me again how my life should have been, before I was spineless before I gave in
'Cause everybody thinks it's timeless, well time's running out
One thing I'll never regret is I never shed my face
I'd forever talk to you
But soon my words
Would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring
Everything passes
Everything changes
Just do what you think you should do
And someday maybe
Who knows, baby
I'll come and be cryin' to you
>>61081172
>noel gallagher lyrics in a feels thread
i love noel but come on
>>61081289
>The sudden rush you feel When realizing everything you know will fade away
>it haunts you deep but you won’t want to let it go
>Someday we'll lose the war
>But till then we will dream of winning
So I'm there charging around with a juggernaut brow
Overdraft, speeches and deadlines to make
Cramming commitments like cats in a sack
Telephone burn and a purposeful gait
When out of a doorway
The tentacles stretch of a song that I know
And the world moves in slow-mo
Straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day
And it's you and it's me
And we're sleeping through the day
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away
>>61079373
i just fonund it on >>>/b/ and though it kind of fit the lyrics with it's creepiness
>And you say,"Just be here now
>Forget about the past
>Your mask is wearing thin"
>Let me throw one more dice
>I know that I can win
>I'm waiting for my real life to begin
It's getting cold, isn't it?
>I've got some friends I barely see
>but we're all planning to meet
>we'll lay in bags as dead as leaves
>all together, for eternity
-Now sorrow's here, but my baby ain't.
I never got the chance to say "don't go".
Because you were already long gone by then.
Uncertainty had me even show cold.
And all I could think to say was so far from right.
It made the wrong words seem like poetry.
It was too little, too late.
And now too much is not enough.
I know we got it wrong.
I did too little, too late.
Someday you'll see the change of ways,
so baby, please don't let your love,
baby, please don't let your love turn to hate.
>>61078252
>Nirvana
>The Vaselines
my african american companion
>I wish that we could talk about it
>But there, that's the problem
>With someone new I couldn't start it
>Too late for beginnings
>The little things that made me nervous
>Are gone in a moment
>I miss the way we used to argue
>Locked in your basement
>The worst is all this lovely weather
>I'm stunned it's not raining
>The coffee isn't even bitter
>Because what's the difference?
Their best song.
>sometimes all i really wanna feel is loved
>sometimes i'm angry that i feel so angry
>sometimes my feelings get in the way
>of what i really feel i needed to say
>And please don't ask me a question
>You'll just be misunderstood
IMMA SAVE IM DANNY GLOVER :'(
Opaline through her hair
Born on an April tide
Glowing in the wonder of our first child
There my promise is
A spur
A rein
The world upon my back
The pressure upon this earth
Drought's heir
Sown my money
Sold my shirt
Sown my money
Migrate
Job on the threshing line
Mute I walk
Idle ground
Westward bound
>>61082442
What incredibly shitty lyricism.
The angel of death stands between heaven and earth, holding a poison-dripping sword. Identified with Satan, he is full of eyes, a diligent reaper, an old fugitive and wanderer like Cain, a beggar, a pedlar, an Arab nomad, a skeleton, capering with sinners and misers in a jugglers' dance.
But the nightmarish angel presents a different face to the one who has died before death, who has attained some measure of the apathea of a saint.
We are told that Azrael, Death, appears to our spirit in a form determined by our beliefs, actions, and dispositions during life. He may even manifest invisibly so the man may die of a rose in aromatic pain, or of a rotting stench.
When the soul sees Azrael, it falls in love, and its gaze is thus withdrawn from the body as if by a seduction. Great prophets and saints may even be politely invited by Death, who appears to them in corporeal form. Thus it was with Moses and with Mohammed.
When the Persian poet Rumi lay on his deathbed, Azrael appeared as a beautiful youth and said, "I am come by divine command to enquire what commission the Master may have to entrust in you."
In fact, a strange connection becomes apparent between mors and amor, love and death. The moment of extinction in the pleasure of love resembles that of death, and thus, that of the mystical. In mythic terms, Eros and Thanatos are almost twins, for in some cases Death appears as a lovely youth and Eros as a withered starveling.
Both love and death are gateways, hence their eternal adolescence and their fixation in the midst of the rite of passage.
>it won't lit
>bottomless pit
