[launche]

Loser by Beck

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps sayin I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo cut it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Double-barrel buckshot

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's got on the pole shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap with the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slap the turkey neck and it's hangin on a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin on a termite
Who's chokin on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
Drive-by body pierce
Yo bring it on down
Soy

I'm a driver I'm a winner things are gonna change I can feel it
I can't believe you

Sprechen sie Deutches, baby

Know what I'm sayin?

[mca]

One of my favorites, Dodo by Genesis:

Too big to fly,
Dodo ugly so dodo must die.
Dog go, with fear on its side;
Can't change, can't change the tide.

Dog baiter, agitator,
Asking questions, says he wants to know why.
Ain't no reason that money can't buy.
Mink, he pretty, so mink he must die,
Must die, must die.

Sun, he giving life in his light,
Part of the system.
Friend to man and friend to the trees,
No friend to the snowman.

Where does he go? What does he do?
Does he meet with the mole, the stream, the cloud,
And end up at the bottom of the sea?

Fish, he got a hook in his throat,
Fish, he got problems.

Where does he go? What does he do?
Does he hope he's too small, to poor a haul,
Who'll end up bein' thrown back in the sea?
I'm back in the sea.

Caretaker, horror movie,
Only one eye, only needs one boot.
Sweet lady, she know she looks good.
Vacuum coming for the bright and the brute.

Big noise, black smoke,
So pig-headed, couldn't see the joke.
But it ain't funny, ask the fly on the wall.
It's only living, it don't matter at all,
At all, at all.

Pimp, he make you drool and grunt,
He got an answer.
One, he got a dream of love
Deep as the ocean.

Where does he go? What does he do?
Will the siren team with Davy Jones
And trap him at the bottom of the sea?
I'm back in the sea.
I'm back in the sea.
I'm back in the sea.

[launche]

That's actually not that bad, I get that song.
compared to "loser" it reads like Shakespeare to me

[sunshinedawg]

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds Lyrics


Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.

{REFRAIN}
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Ah... Ah...

{VERSE 2}
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.

{REFRAIN}

Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

{REFRAIN REPEATED AND FADED}

[lonewolfny42]

"Bold As Love" - Jimi Hendrix

Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armour Queen jealousy, envy waits behind him Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted, They quietly understand Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready, But wonder why the fight is on But theyre all bold as love, yes, theyre all bold as love Yeah, theyre all bold as love Just ask the axis My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war and Ribbons of euphoria Orange is young, full of daring, But very unsteady for the first go round My yellow in this case is not so mellow In fact Im trying to say its frigthened like me And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from, eh, Giving my life to a rainbow like you But, Im eh , yeah, Im bold as love Yeah, yeah Well Im bold, bold as love (hear me talking, girl) Im bold as love Just ask the axis (he knows everything) Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Scott F.]

The clouds are really cheap
The way I seen 'em through the forts
Of which there is a half-a-dozen
On the face of my resorts
You wouldn't think I'd have too many
Since I never cared for sports
But I'm never really lonely
In my Excentrifugul Forz

There's always corla plankun
Kim and me can play the blues
And then I'll watch him buff that
Tiny ruby that he use
He'll straighten up his turban
And inject a little ooze
Along a one-celled Hammond organism
Underneath my shoes

And then I'll call pup tentacle
I'll ask him how's his chin
I'll find out how the future is
Because that's where he's been
His little feet got long and flexible
And suckers fell right in
The time he crossed the line
From later on, the way back when

.... from Excentrifugal Forz

 Green hocker croakin'
In the Pygmy Twylyte

Crankin' an' a-coke'n
In the Winchell's do-nut Midnite

Out of his deep on a `fore day run
Hurtin' for sleep in the Quaalude Moonlight

Green hocker in a Greyhound locker
Smokin' in the Pygmy Twylyte

Joined the bus on the 33rd seat
By the doo-doo room with the reek replete

Crystal eye, crystal eye
Got a crystal kidney & he's `fraid to die
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Or the downer midnite
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Or the downer midnite
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Or the downer midnite
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Or the downer midnite

......from Pygmy Twylyte



She's just like a penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh...
Rennenhenninnahenninnenninahennn
Way over on the wet side
Of the bed (Knirps for moisture)

Just like the mighty Penguin
Flappin' her eight ounce wings

Lord, you know it's all over
If she comes atcha on the strut & wrap 'em
all around yer head

Flappin her eight ounce wings, flappinumm

She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy

Shake up the pale-dry
Ginger ale
Tremblin' like a Penguin
When the battery fail

Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' through
a hoopa real fire
With some Kleenex wrapped around a
coat-hang wire

She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh...
Rennenhenninnahenninneninahenn
Howlin' over to some
Antarcticulated moon

In the frostbite nite
With her flaps gone white
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop across the room

Lord, you know it must be a Penguin bound down
When you hear that terrible screamin' and
there ain't no other
Birds around

She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh...
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh...
Rennenhenninnahenninneninahennn
Aw, you must be careful
Not to leave her straps
TOO LOOSE

'Cause she just might box yer dog
She just might box yer doggie
An' leave you a dried-up dog biscuit

.....from Penguin In Bondage

Frank has done more bizarre lyrics than can be listed.

On second thought, maybe they can be........Zappa....

[Bill Baker]

Erotic City by Prince. He no longer performs any of his songs that have explicit lyrics as he has a new direction in life.
 Usually what you here in the US is "We can funk until the dawn, making love til cherrys gone" but I have the German import version. Here ya go.

Erotic city
Erotic city

All of my purple life
Ive been looking for a dame
That would wanna be my wife
That was my intention, babe

If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty u and me, erotic city come alive
We can f--k until the dawn, making love til cherrys gone
Erotic city cant u see, thoughts of pretty u and me

Everytime I comb my hair
Thoughts of u get in my eyes
Ure a sinner, I dont care
I just want your creamy thighs

If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty u and me, erotic city come alive
We can f--k until the dawn, making love til cherrys gone
Erotic city cant u see, thoughts of pretty u and me

All of my hang-ups r gone
How I wish u felt the same
We can f--k until the dawn (til the dawn) (until the dawn)
How I wish u were my dame (baby wont u call my name)

If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty u and me, erotic city come alive
We can f--k until the dawn, making love til cherrys gone
Erotic city cant u see, thoughts of pretty u and me

Baby, ure so creamy

If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty u and me, erotic city come alive
We can f--k until the dawn, making love til cherrys gone (til the dawn)
Erotic city cant u see, thoughts of pretty u and me

If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time (u and me)
Some time, some time, some time, erotic city
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty u and me, erotic city come alive

We can f--k until the dawn, making love til cherrys gone (come alive)
Erotic city cant u see, thoughts of pretty u and me
We can f--k until the dawn, making love til cherrys gone
Erotic city

Erotic city

[provny]

 
Oh where are you now
pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, lift a hand
I'm only a person whose armbands beat
on his hands, hang tall
won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
 
The poppy birds way
swing twigs coffee brands around
brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, please lift a hand
I'm only a person with Eskimo chain
I tattered my brain all the way...
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?

-- "Dark Globe,"  Syd Barrett
 

[mca]

Just about everyhting from Soul Coughing is a little weird.

Disseminated:

The goat chewed up,
Once a tin can.
The goat shat out,
Was a ford sedan.

Like an eyeball.
Like a square cut.
Like a funny car.
Like a monster truck.

Call up bop and Im bunting stomach,
Koko mop I chop chunking plummet,
Thud on top, I ate the chocodile.

And ever since then, I got disseminated,
The jupiter moon, I got disseminated,
The average man, I got disseminated,
Its a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Toots hibbert,
At the wrong prom.
Serves a beat down,
On a tom tom.

Like genius.
Like dervin.
Like joseph.

[launche]

As an unplublished songwriter myself, I'm dismayed by some of these offerrings.  I have tons of material that is much better than what I'm reading here.  Guess I shoud have at least moved to LA and tried harder  Oh well hopefully I'll have a talented kid I can pass it on too 

Erotic City's lyrics are typical Prince and he's written much better.  Erotic City lrically is really pretty standard stuff (for this genre of R&B) the song as a whole is good (listening to it now).

Oh and if you've ever been cheated on Prince's slow song "I Hate You" (Extended Remix) is a good listen, as tastefully done as it could be.  It was next up on my server after Erotic City.  Next up is "Sexy M.F." you gotta love Prince.

[mojoman]

Guelah Papyrus
Phish

Aboard a craft bereft of oar
I rowed upstream to find lenore
Abducted by a bandit or
A king from some forgotten war

And mindful of his larval craze
The rhinotropic micro-gaze
Ignored it and to my amazement
Rode to paris in twelve days

This is the work of the guelah papyrus
Stranded for a moment on the ocean of osyrus
Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan
Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus

She take me on, I never fail
To ride on the redundant rail
cause when I know shes switched a track
Theres always one to take me back

And through the bedroom door intrude
A fretful frown and spoil the mood
cause though I never really stand that tall
She tilt my frame, she watch me fall

So maybe I could be a fly
And feed arachnid as I die
And view the ritual from within
The silken tunnel that they spin

And through the bedroom door intrude
A fretful frown and spoil the mood
cause though I never really stand that tall
She tilt my frame, she watch me fall

[Chris_B]

They might be giants - Put your hand inside the puppet head

As your body floats down Third Street
With the burn-smell factory closing up
Yes it's sad to say you will romanticize
All the things you've known before
It was not not not so great
It was not not not so great
And as you take a bath in that beaten path
There's a pounding at the door
Well It's a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity
He says The good old days never say good-bye
If you keep this in your mind:
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
And as you fall from grace the only words you say are
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Ads up in the subway are the work of someone
Trying to please their boss
And though the guy's a pig we all know what he wants
Is just to please somebody else
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
It would be a better thing for everyone involved
And we wouldn't have to cry
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Memo to myself: do the dumb things I gotta do
Touch the puppet head
Quit my job down at the carwash
Didn't have to write no-one a good-bye note
That said, The check's in the mail, and
I'll see you in church, and don't you ever change
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
I'll see you after school
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head

[launche]

They might be giants - Put your hand inside the puppet head

I like that one Chris.

[Digi-G]

Here is one of Sir Paul McCartney's weirdest - Monkberry Moon Delight


So I sat in the attic,
A piano at my nose,
And the wind played a dreadful cantata (cantata...).

Sore was I from the crack of an enemy's hose,
And the horrible sound of tomato (tomato...).

Ketchup (ketchup)
Soup and puree (Soup and puree),
Don't get left behind (get left behind)...

When a rattle of rats had awoken,
The sinews, the nerves and the veins.
My piano was boldly outspoken, in attempts to repeat its refrain.

So I stood with a knot in my stomach,
And I gazed at that terrible sight
Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel,
Sucking monkberry moon delight.

Monkberry moon delight,
Monkberry moon delight.

Well, I know my banana is older than the rest,
And my hair is a tangled beretta.
When I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest,
And I don't get the gist of your letter (your letter...).

Catch up! (catch up),
Cats and kittens (cats and kittens),
Don't get left behind (get left behind)...

Monkberry moon delight...
Monkberry moon delight...

[Parnelli777]

One would be Genesis' The Carpet Crawlers from the Lamb Lies Down On Broadway:

There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
Gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping theyll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
Theres no hiding in my memory.
Theres no room to void.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before.
They're moving. They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needles eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Theres only one direction in the faces that I see;
Its upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlight;
Its the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers- the carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

[Thump553]

Skimming through this thread, I can just imagine some of the band discussions as to whether we should record "XXX" song, or better still the record company executives getting ulcers when they receive the lyric sheets.  There are definately some very wierd songs out there.

[PhilNYC]

I think Yes songs have the weirdest lyrics.  Jon Anderson has said that when he writes lyrics, he's more worried about the sound of each word rather than whether the lines actually make sense...

[chadh]

Pressed Rat and Warthog
By ginger baker and mike taylor
Performed by Cream

Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop.
They didnt want to; twas all they had got.
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,
And pressed rats collection of dog legs and feet.

Sadly they left, telling no one goodbye.
Pressed rat wore red jodhpurs, warthog a striped tie.
Between them, they carried a three-legged sack,
Went straight round the corner and never came back.

Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop.
The bad captain madman had told them to stop
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,
And pressed rats collection of dog legs and feet.

The bad captain madman had ordered their fate.
He laughed and stomped off with a nautical gate.
The gate turned into a deroga tree
And his pegleg got woodworm and broke into three.

Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop.
They didnt want to; twas all they had got.
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,
And pressed rats collection of dog legs and feet.





oh...and what the hell is Stairway to Heaven about?

Chad

[launche]

Stairway To Heaven Lyrics
by Led Zeppelin

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.


Any of you wiser men care to translate?


Interesting Link:

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/stairway.php

[launche]

The Smiths

GIRLFRIEND IN A COMA

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's serious
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's really serious

There were times when I could
Have "murdered" her
(But you know, I would hate
Anything to happen to her)


NO, I DON'T WANT TO SEE HER


Do you really think
She'll pull through ?
Do you really think
She'll pull through ?
Do ...


Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's serious
My, my, my, my, my, my baby, goodbye


There were times when I could
Have "strangled" her
(But you know, I would hate
Anything to happen to her)
WOULD YOU PLEASE
LET ME SEE HER !


Do you really think
She'll pull through ?
Do you really think
She'll pull through ?
Do ...
Let me whisper my last goodbyes


I know - IT'S SERIOUS