Favorite Song Lyrics

P-Funk(Wants to get funked up) by Parliament

Good evening.
Do not attempt to adjust your radio, there is nothing wrong.
We have taken control as to bring you this special show.
We will return it to you as soon as you are grooving.

Welcome to station WEFUNK, better known as We-Funk,
Or deeper still, the Mothership Connection.
Home of the extraterrestrial brothers,
Dealers of funky music.
P.Funk, uncut funk, The Bomb.

Coming to you directly from the Mothership
Top of the Chocolate Milky Way, 500,000 kilowatts of P.Funk-power.
So kick back, dig, while we do it to you in your eardrums.
And me? I'm known as Lollipop Man, alias the Long-Haired Sucker.
My motto is:

Make my funk the P.Funk
I want my funk uncut (make mine the P)
Make my funk the P.Funk
I wants to get funked up. (wants to get funked up)
I want the bomb,
I want the P.Funk (yeah)
I want my funk uncut. (make mine the P)
Make my funk the P.Funk
I wants to get funked up.

WEFUNK, y'all.
Now this is what I want you all to do:
If you got faults, defects or shortcomings,
You know, like arthritis, rheumatism or migraines,
Whatever part of your body it is,
I want you to lay it on your radio, let the vibes flow through.
Funk not only moves, it can re-move, dig?
The desired effect is what you get
When you improve your Interplanetary Funksmanship.
Sir Lollipop Man! Chocolate coated, freaky and and habit forming.
Doin' it to you in 3-D,
So groovy that I dig me.
Once upon a time called Now!
Somebody say, "Is there funk after death?"
I say, "Is Seven Up?"
Yeah, P.Funk!

Make my funk the P.Funk (uncut funk!)
I want my funk uncut (P.Funk!)
Make my funk the P.Funk (uncut)
I wants to get funked up.
I want the bomb,
I want the P.Funk
I want my funk uncut. (make mine the P)
Make my funk the P.Funk
I wants to get funked up.

Make my funk the P.Funk (make mine)
I want my funk uncut (the P)
Make my funk the P.Funk (hah!)
I wants to get funked up. (WEFUNK, y'all)
I want the bomb, (home of the bomb)
I want the P.Funk
I want my funk stepped on (Don't step on my funk)
Make my funk the P.Funk
Before I take it home

Yeah, I dig!
Let me put my sunglasses on.
That's the law around here, you got to wear your sunglasses.
So you can feel cool.
Gangster lean.
Y'all should dig my sun-rooftop.
Well, allright. Hey I was diggin' on y'alls funk for awhile.
Sounds like it got a three on it though, to me.
Then I was down south and I heard some funk with some main ingredients
Like Doobie Brothers, Blue Magic, David Bowie.
It was cool,
But can you imagine Doobiein' your funk? Ho!
WEFUNK, we funk.
Make my funk the P.Funk (ho!)
I want my funk uncut (oh, make mine)
Make my funk the P.Funk (yeah)
I wants to get funked up.
I want the bomb,
I want the P.Funk (P.Funk, y'all)
Don't want my funk stepped on
Make my funk the P.Funk
(Home of the extraterrestrial brothers)
Before I take it home.

Gettin' deep.
Once upon a time called Right Now
Ain't it funky now
Far 'round
Hey, doin' it to ya in the earhole

Make my funk the P.Funk
I want my funk uncut (make mine the P)
Make my funk the P.Funk
I wants to get funked up. (I want the bomb)
I want the bomb,
I want the P.Funk
Don't want my funk stepped on
Make my funk the P.Funk
Before I take it home
Yeah

We're not leavin' y'all, I want you all to stay tuned for Starchild
Make my funk the P.Funk
I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk
I wants to get funked up.
I want the bomb,
I want the P.Funk
Don't want my funk stepped on (oh, make mine)
Make my funk the P.Funk (I wants to get funked up)
Before I take it home

Don't stop, get down
Talk!
Blow your horn
Peee-youuu!
Wants to get funked up
Well, allright!

Make my funk the P.Funk
I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk
I wants to get funked up.
I want the bomb, (P.Funk)
I want the P.Funk
I want my funk uncut.
Make my funk the P.Funk
I wants to get funked up.

Make my funk the P.Funk
I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk
I wants to get funked up.
I want the bomb,
I want the P.Funk
I want my funk uncut.
Make my funk the P.Funk
Before I take it home

Welcome to station WEFUNK, better known as We-Funk,
Or deeper still, the Mothership Connection.
Home of the extraterrestrial brothers,
Dealers of funky music.
P.Funk, uncut funk, The Bomb.

Lollipop Man here, alias the Long-Haired Sucker.
Chocolate coated, freaky and habit-forming
Coming to you in 3-D
So groovy that I dig me
Yeah!
Yeah! P.Funk!
 
Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine said:
Um, 17th, Black Betty is originally by Lead Belly (I believe) and Knocking On Heaven's Door is by Bob Dylan (from his Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid album.) Sorry about this. :eek:

Tidbit of trivia: The late Warren Zevon recorded a version of Knocking On Heaven's Door for his last album (he succumbed to cancer not long after the album was finished.)

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
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1.... Spiderbait make the best version of Black Betty...
2..... Guns and roses make a better version of heavens door... I never cared for Dylan.
 
Hi, Peace :)

I have always liked the following lyrics a great deal. I'm a gardener, and a bit of a flower child type person. However, I have never been quite sure what dear Steven, Cat, or Yusef (as I think he prefers now) had in mind when he wrote them. Is it religious? Is it drug related? I have heard both suggested. I feel kind of silly asking--I'm such an admirer of his music. But I have looked around some, and never found too much commentary on the song. As a matter of fact, there's not much out there about the artist, either--there's lots of sites and discussion, but the same things over and over. I know he is a controversial figure, but I only know a little regarding the reason for this. As this is the lyrics thread, I'll stop talking and post lyrics. And in order not to disrupt the thread any further, I'd ask that responses to my questions be sent in the form of a private message. Thanks!

Into White
Cat Stevens

I built my house from barley rice
Green pepper walls and water ice
Tables of paper wood
Windows of light
And everything emptying into white
A simple garden, with acres of sky
A brown-haired dogmouse
If one should drop by
Yellow delanie would sleep well at night
And everything emptying into white
And everything emptying into white
A blue eyed drummer rehearses outside
A black spider dancing on top of his eye
Red legged chicken stands ready to strike
And everything emptying into white
 
I've really been enjoying this one recently:

Book Of Daniel


Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: David Freiberg

Calling down the gods of gold, silver, stone and wood
The mighty king of Babylon, the proud Balshazzar, stood
Drinking glory to himself as though he were a god
When an armless hand appeared among that party crowd
Came drifting through the window to write upon the wall
Four words that didn't make much sense at all

The king turned to his friends in fright, in frenzied desparation
But not one soul among them could make interpretation
The queen said: long ago there was a wise man in this land
Why don't you send for Daniel? He could read them

Daniel walked in bent but tall, spat upon the floor
Let me see these words - well, hmm, yes - I've seen them before
They simply mean your days are numbered; fact, they're even run
You've been judged in the balance and found wanting
Your royalty is just a gift - your father learned that lesson
By losing both his kingdom and his reason

So great in pride, he was cut down, driven to the field
Lived there like a wild beast until his pride did yield
And when the king, your father, achieved humility
He was restored his kingdom and his sanity

And though you knew all this to start, you humbled not your heart
The writing on the wall commands your fall
Old King Darius that night slew Balshazzar
Appointed Daniel prince and first adviser
The lesser princes being jealous, drew up a decree
Allowing prayers to no one but the king

They caught old Daniel dead to rights, down upon his knees
Threw him in the lion's den for breaking that decree
Daniel walked among them safely, by his faith protected
The king said: this is just what I expected
Now you who brought me Daniel may kindly go yourselves
Into the lion's den - see how you fare there

What shall be the end of this? How shall it pass away?
Get up, old Daniel, never mind, get up and go thy way
Further words are closed and sealed until the end of time
Many shall be called, each in his season
In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand
How little grace is earned and how much given
​
Robert Hunter Recordings Date Album 1980 Jack O'Roses
 
Welcome back, BluejayWay! I have never really met you, but I've read some of your writing--lol--on the Mad Lib Thread? :D

InPeace,
InLove
 
Disturbed - Land of Confusion.

I must've dreamed a thousand dreams,
Been haunted by a million screams.
But I can hear the marching of feet,
Moving into the street..........

Now did you read the news today?
They say the danger's gone away....
But I can see the fires still alight,
Burning into the night..

There's too many men, too many people....
Making too many problems....
And there's not much love to go around,
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?

Ah Ah Ah Ah

This is the world we live in,
(ohh ohh oh)
And these are the hands we're given,
(ohh oh)
Use them and let's start trying,
(ohh ohh oh)
To make it a place worth living in.

Oh, superman, where are you now?
When everything's gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, these men of power
Are losing control by the hour

And this is the time, this is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go around
Tell me why this is a land of confusion

Ah Ah Ah Ah

This is the world we live in
(ohh ohh oh)
And these are the hands we're given
(Ohh oh)
Use them and let's start trying
(ohh ohh oh)
To make it a place worth living in

I remember long ago
When the sun was shining
And all the stars were bright
All through the night
In the wake of this madness
As I held you tight
So long ago

I won't be coming home tonight,
(sha sha)
My generation will put it right,
(sha sha)
We're not just making promises,
(sha sha)
That we know we'll never keep...........

There's too many men, too many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go around
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?

Ah Ah Ah Ah

Now, this is the world we live in
(ohh ohh oh)
And these are the hands we're given
(ohh oh)
Use them and let's start trying
(ohh ohh oh)
To make it a place worth fighting for

This is the world we live in
(ohh ohh oh)
And these are the names we're given
(ohh oh)
Stand up and let's start showing
(ohh ohh oh)
Just where our lives are going to


Ah Ah Ah Ah
 
my own personal favourites:

"sex fuhrer baby i'm a love dictator"

and

"well i'm christ in shades i'm a napalm god
your lipstick flickers round my lightning rod"

both from "prime mover" by zodiac mindwarp and the love reaction. always gives me a snigger.

then there's almost the entire lyrics to frank zappa's "joe's garage", particularly "stick it out", "a token of my extreme", "catholic girls" and "why does it hurt when i pee?" and i cannot leave out his other masterworks "titties and beer" and "jewish princess". hur hur hur. i'm not even going to post them up because i seriously think i'd get in trouble.

b'shalom

bananabrain
 
bananabrain said:
my own personal favourites:

"sex fuhrer baby i'm a love dictator"

and

"well i'm christ in shades i'm a napalm god
your lipstick flickers round my lightning rod"

both from "prime mover" by zodiac mindwarp and the love reaction. always gives me a snigger.

then there's almost the entire lyrics to frank zappa's "joe's garage", particularly "stick it out", "a token of my extreme", "catholic girls" and "why does it hurt when i pee?" and i cannot leave out his other masterworks "titties and beer" and "jewish princess". hur hur hur. i'm not even going to post them up because i seriously think i'd get in trouble.

b'shalom

bananabrain
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Learn something every day, wouldn't take you for that kind of music listener... Heh.
 
The line from Zappa that cracks me up the most is the one about "pluckin' the floss...pluckin' the floss"....:D

Haha, well he's only talking about a farm in Montana, right? Okay, now I've gone and embarassed myself. :eek:
 
Banana you failed to mention my fav, dinah-moe humm...

I couldn't say where she's coming' from,
But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm

She stroll on over, say look here, bum,
I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me ***
(Y'jes can't do it)

She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb
She could prove it any time all men was scum

I don't mind that she called me a bum,
But I knew right away she was really gonna ***
(So I got down to it)

I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb
An' applied rotation on her sugar plum

I poked 'n stroked till my wrist got numb
But I still didn't hear no Dinah-Moe Humm,
Dinah-Moe Humm

Dinah-Moe Humm
Dinah-Moe Humm
Where's this Dinah-Moe
Comin' from
I done spent three hours
An' I ain't got a crumb
From the Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe
From the Dinah-Moe Humm

Got a spot that gets me hot, ow!
An' you ain't been to it
(No no no no!)
Got a spot that gets me hot, ow!
An' you ain't been to it
(No no no!)
Got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
(No no no no no!)
Got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
'Cause I can't get into it
Unless I get out of it
An' I gotta get out of it
Before I get into it
'Cause I never get into it
Unless I get out of it
An' I gotta be out of it
To get myself into it

(She looked over at me with a glazed eye
And some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area
And she said . . . )

Just get me wasted
An' you're half-way there
'Cause if my mind's tore up,
Then my body don't care

I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin
An' said my-my-my
What sort of thing
Might this lady get high upon?

I checked out her sister
Who was holdin' the bet
An' wondered what kind of trip
The young lady was on

The forty dollar bill didn't matter no more
When her sister got nekkid an' laid on the floor
She said Dinah-Moe might win the bet
But she could use a little ______ if I wasn't done yet

I told her . . .
Just because the sun
Want a place in the sky
No reason to assume
I wouldn't give her a try

So I pulled on her hair
Got her legs in the air
An' asked if she had any cooties on there

(Whaddya mean cooties! No cooties on me!)

She was buns-up kneelin'
BUNS UP!
I was wheelin' an dealin'
WHEELIN' AN' DEALIN' AN' OOOOH!
She surrender to the feelin'
SHE SWEETLY SURRENDERED
An' she started in to squealin'

Dinah-Moe watched from the edge of the bed
With her lips just a-twitchin' an' her face gone red
Some drool rollin' down
From the edge of her chin
While she spied the condition
Her sister was in
She quivered 'n quaked
An' clutched at herself
While her sister made a joke
About her mental health
'Till Dinah-Moe finally
Did give in
But I told her
All she really needed
Was some discipline . . .

Kiss my aura . . . Dora . . .
M-M-M . . . it's real angora
Would y'all like some more-a?
Right here on the flora?
An' how 'bout you, Fauna?
Y'wanna?

MMM . . . sound like you're chokin' on somethin'

Did you say you want some more?
Well, here's some more . . .

(Oh, baby . . . )

Oh, sure . . . look,
D'you think I could interest you
In a pair of zircon-encrusted tweezers?

MMM . . . tweezers!
Wait a minute, lemme sterilize 'em . . .
Gimme your lighter . . .

I couldn't say where she's coming' from
But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm

She stroll on over, say look here, bum,
I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me ***
(Y'jes can't do it)

I whipped off her bloomers 'n stiffened my thumb
An' applied rotation on her sugar plum

I poked 'n stroked till my wrist got numb
An' you know I heard some Dinah-Moe Humm
Some Dinah-Moe Humm
Dinah-Moe Humm
Dinah-Moe Humm
Dinah-Moe
Dinah-Moe
Some Dinah-Moe
An' a little Dinah-Moe
An' some Dinah-Moe
An' some Dinah-Moe
An' some Dinah-Moe
An' a little Dinah-Moe
An' some Dinah-Moe
An' some Dinah-Moe
An' some Dinah-Moe
An' a Dinah-Moe again
An' Dinah-Moe
An' Dora too, lil' Dinah 'n Dora
An' Dinah-Moe
Kiss my aura, Dinah
 
hur, hur, hur, you're right, i forgot that one. to which i suppose we should add "sex rap", "catholic schoolgirls rule" and "sir psycho sexy" by the red hot chili peppers.

17th - my music collection is rather large. it's not just zappa and zodiac mindwarp, but also contains not only a complete set of prince, a lot of p-funk and flamenco and other weird world music but also 6 barbra streisand albums. but don't get me started, or it'll be rollins and ice-t with a side order of christina aguilera from me.

b'shalom

bananabrain
 
Brothers in Arms - Dire Straits

YouTube - Brothers in Arms - Dire Straits



These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many differents suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But its written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
 
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Theres gold in them hills - Ron Sexsmith

YouTube - Ron Sexsmith & Coldplay - Gold In them Hills
I know it doesn't seem that way
But maybe it's the perfect day
Even though the bills are piling
Maybe Lady Luck ain't smiling

But if we only open our eyes
We'd see the blessings in disguise
That all the rain clouds are fountains
Though our troubles seem like mountains

There's gold in them hills
There's gold in them hills
So don't lose heart
Give the day a chance to start

Every now and then life says:
Where do you think you're going so fast?
We're apt to think it's cruel, but sometimes
It's a case of cruel to be kind

And if we get up off our knees
Why then we'd see the forest for the trees
and we'd see the new sun rising
Over the hills and horizon

There's gold in them hills
There's gold in them hills
So don't lose faith
Give the world a chance to say:

A word or two, my friend
There's no telling how the day might end
We'll never know until we see

That there's gold in them hills
There's gold in them hills
So don't lose heart
Give the day a chance to start

There's gold in them hills
There's gold in them hills
 
Cascada - Miracle.

Boy meets girl
You were my dream, my world
But I was blind
You cheated on me from behind
So on, my own, I feel so all alone
Though I know, it's true,
I'm still in love with you
I need a miracle, I wanna be your girl
Give me a chance to see, that you are made for me!
I need a miracle, please let me be your girl,
One day you'll see, it can happen to me!
I need a miracle, I wanna be your girl
Give me a chance to see, that you are made for me!
I need a miracle, please let me be your girl!
One day you'll see, it can happen to me, can happen to me!

Day and night,
I'm always by your side
Cause I know, for sure,
My love is real, my feelings pure,
So take, a try, no need to ask me why
Cause I know, it's true,
I'm still in love with you

I need a miracle, I wanna be your girl
Give me a chance to see, that you are made for me!
I need a miracle, please let me be your girl,
One day you'll see,it can happen to me!
I need a miracle,I wanna be your girl
Give me a chance to see, that you were made for me!
I need a miracle, please let me be your girl!
One day you'll see, it can happens to me,can happen to me!

(Miracle Miracle)x2

[It -SEEMS- repetitive.. But remember this is a heavy bass dance track sooo... It's justified I believe.... lol)


bananabrain said:
17th - my music collection is rather large. it's not just zappa and zodiac mindwarp, but also contains not only a complete set of prince, a lot of p-funk and flamenco and other weird world music but also 6 barbra streisand albums. but don't get me started, or it'll be rollins and ice-t with a side order of christina aguilera from me.
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Yeah Best way to be wide range of taste... Have to draw the line at Aguilera... In the music sense.... In another sense, I wouldn't be responsible for my drity actions..... Like a rabid dog :( But anyway, yea, kinda the same idea of range I go from; Jesus loves us by some christian on a guitar.... to People = **** by my loveable psychopathic looney friends Slipknot :D
 
Here is one of my favourites, called Hollier than Thou by Metallica:


Who are you? where ya been? where ya from?
Gossip is burning on the tip of your tongue
You lie so much you believe yourself
Judge not lest ye be judged yourself

Holier than thou
You are
Holier than thou
You are

You know not
 
Losing my religion - REM

YouTube - R.E.M. - Losing My Religion

Oh, life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up

(chorus)
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight, I'm
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

(repeat chorus)

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try?
That was just a dream
Just a dream, just a dream
Dream
 
Suzanne

YouTube - Leonard Cohen and Judy Collins - Suzanne 1976

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
 
It's Your Thing by the Isley Brothers, one of my most favorite of the monastic bands. Baruch Hashem they didn't take a vow of silence! :O

It's your thing, do what you wanna do.
I can't tell you, who to sock it to.
It's your thing, do what you wanna do.
I can't tell you, who to sock it to.

If you want me to love you, maybe I will.
Believe me woman, it ain't no big deal.
You need love now, just as bad as I do.
Make's me no difference now, who you give your thing to.

It's your thing, do what you wanna do.
I can't tell you, who to sock it to.
It's your thing, do what you wanna do.
I can't tell you, who to sock it to.

[Instrumental]

It's your thing, do what you wanna do.
I can't tell you, who to sock it to.
It's your thing, do what you wanna do.
I can't tell you, who to sock it to.

I'm not trying to run your life,I know you wanna do what's right.
Give your love now, to whoever you choose.
How can you love, with the stuff you use now.

It's your thing, do what you wanna do.
I can't tell you, who to sock it to.
It's your thing, do what you wanna do.
I can't tell you, who to sock it to.

It's your thing, do what you wanna do.
I can't tell you, who to sock it to.
It's your thing, do what you wanna do.
I can't tell you, who to sock it to.
 
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