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Scooter - Nessaja

Pitched voice: Always lived my life alone,
Been searching for the place called home.
I know that I've been cold as ice,
Ignored the dreams, too many lies.
Somewhere deep inside, Somewhere deep inside me,
I found ... the child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never too late...

Free I am!
The painted cow !
Hiaaaaa!!
You ain't stoppin` us now !
Wonderful human beings
Yeah ! I am the Junglist soldier.

Come On! The rocket launcher stops ya.
It's not a bird, it's not a plane
It must be Dave who`s on the train
Wanna wanna get ya, gonna gonna get ya
Tell em that I told ya
YEAH!

Pitched voice: Always lived my life alone,
Been searching for the place called home.
I know that I've been cold as ice,
Ignored the dreams, too many lies.
Somewhere deep inside,
Somewhere deep inside me,
I found ... the child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never too late...

Allright
Are you ready ? It's not a game.
I chat so much, I turn you insane.
Wanna wanna get ya, gonna gonna get ya
Messing up the area
YEAH!

Come On !
I am the fresh man
Messing up the jam !
Turning up the stereo
Join the caravan

Skippy, the rain won`t come !

Pitched voice: Somewhere deep inside,
Somewhere deep inside me,
I found ... the child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never too late...



😀
 
And on a more serious note:


My Dying Bride - For My Fallen Angel

As I draw up my breath,
And silver fills my eyes.
I kiss her still,
For she will never rise.

On my weak body,
Lays her dying hand.
Through those meadows of Heaven,
Where we ran.

Like a thief in the night,
The wind blows so light.
It wars with my tears,
That won't dry for many years.

"Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled,
And not Deaths ebon dart
To strike her dead."
 
In my opinion, the best lyrics I have ever heard are from the amazing song "The City Sleeps", by MC 900ft Jesus:

stealin' down an alley on a cold dark night
i see a halo in the rain 'round a street light
i stop and look and listen to the sound
as the raindrops penetrate the silence all around

alone, i gaze into the glistening street
the distant thunder echoing my hearbeat
urging me on to a secret goal
away from the light from this lamp on a pole

so i turn
slip away into the rain
drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane
clutching the tools of my trade in my hand
an old box of matches and a gasoline can

darkness envelops the scene like a shroud
a veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds
filling up the cracks in this desolate place
cradled by the night in an icy embrace

i move through the town like a ghost in the rain
a dim reflection in a dark windowpane
blackness beckons from every side
creeping all around like an incoming tide

a broken window in an empty house
i slip inside and begin to douse
the whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire
and push back the night, taking me higher

on out of the darkness
in a deafening roar
the match in my hand is the key to the door
a simple turn of the wrist will suffice
to open a passage to paradise

i pause
think about the past in the gloom
the smell of gasoline permeates the room
everyone has a little secret he keeps
i light the fires while the city sleeps

the match makes a graceful arc to the floor
time stands still as I turn for the door
which explodes in a fireball and throws me to the street
i hit the ground running with the flames at my feet

reaching for the night which recoils from the fire
the raindrops hiss like a devilish choir
dying in the flames with a terrible sound
calling all the names of sleepers all around

but then in the arms of the night they lay
their dreams sprout wings and fly away
out of their houses in a gathering flock
swarming overhead as I hurry down the block

i make my escape with the greatest of ease
and safe in the darkness, i drop to my knees
a light in this window, my hand on the latch
i reach in my pocket and pull out a match
 
Originally posted by: Skyclad1uhm1
Scooter - Nessaja

Pitched voice: Always lived my life alone,
Been searching for the place called home.
I know that I've been cold as ice,
Ignored the dreams, too many lies.
Somewhere deep inside, Somewhere deep inside me,
I found ... the child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never too late...

Free I am!
The painted cow !
Hiaaaaa!!
You ain't stoppin` us now !
Wonderful human beings
Yeah ! I am the Junglist soldier.

Come On! The rocket launcher stops ya.
It's not a bird, it's not a plane
It must be Dave who`s on the train
Wanna wanna get ya, gonna gonna get ya
Tell em that I told ya
YEAH!

Pitched voice: Always lived my life alone,
Been searching for the place called home.
I know that I've been cold as ice,
Ignored the dreams, too many lies.
Somewhere deep inside,
Somewhere deep inside me,
I found ... the child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never too late...

Allright
Are you ready ? It's not a game.
I chat so much, I turn you insane.
Wanna wanna get ya, gonna gonna get ya
Messing up the area
YEAH!

Come On !
I am the fresh man
Messing up the jam !
Turning up the stereo
Join the caravan

Skippy, the rain won`t come !

Pitched voice: Somewhere deep inside,
Somewhere deep inside me,
I found ... the child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never too late...



😀
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That is an awesome song/video. I have to admit, I stumbled across Scooter completely by accident, but once I heard them, they really grew on me. Also, as a result of viewing that video, a few guys in my house want to obtain a black wallaroo (the black kangaroo thing in the video)!


😀
 
Best Lyrics in a song EVER, Bar None, Can't Top Them, etc. etc.

Time by Pink Floyd (from memory so might not be perfect)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day.
You fritter and waste the hours in a off hand way.
Sitting around on a piece of ground in your home town.
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshing, staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today.
But then one day you find, ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking.
And racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a realitive way but your older.
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines.
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.
The time has come, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say.


Exactly how I feel.
 
Originally posted by: datalink7
Best Lyrics in a song EVER, Bar None, Can't Top Them, etc. etc.

Time by Pink Floyd (from memory so might not be perfect)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day.
You fritter and waste the hours in a off hand way.
Sitting around on a piece of ground in your home town.
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshing, staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today.
But then one day you find, ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking.
And racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a realitive way but your older.
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines.
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.
The time has come, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say.


Exactly how I feel.
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oh my god, i was JUST going to post those lyrics... and then i scroll to the bottom and see them, damn you! 😛

 
The Randall Knife by Guy Clark


My father had a Randall knife
My mother gave it to him
When he went off to WWII
To save us all from ruin
If you've ever held a Randall knife
Then you know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I ever see
Him misuse the blade
It almost cut his thumb off
When he took it for a tool
The knife was made for darker things
And you could not bend the rules

He let me take it camping once
On a Boy Scout jamboree
And I broke a half an inch off
Trying to stick it in a tree
I hid it from him for a while
But the knife and he were one
He put it in his bottom drawer
Without a hard word one

There it slept and there it stayed
For twenty some odd years
Sort of like Excalibur
Except waiting for a tear

My father died when I was forty
And I couldn't find a way to cry
Not because I didn't love him
Not because he didn't try
I'd cried for every lesser thing
Whiskey, pain and beauty
But he deserved a better tear
And I was not quite ready

So we took his ashes out to sea
And poured `em off the stern
And threw the roses in the wake
Of everything we'd learned
When we got back to the house
They asked me what I wanted
Not the lawbooks not the watch
I need the things he's haunted


My hand burned for the Randall knife
There in the bottom drawer
And I found a tear for my father's life
And all that it stood for
 
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