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Songs with dark, but profound, lyrics
Posted on 5/5/24 at 5:19 pm
Posted on 5/5/24 at 5:19 pm
Paramedics brave and strong
Up before the break of dawn
Putting poker faces on
Broken bodies all day long
The neighbors heard a fight
Someone had a knife
It must have have been the wife
Husband's lost a lot of blood
He wakes up screaming
"Oh my God, am I gonna die?
Am I gonna die?"
As they strapped his arms down to his sides
At times like these they'd been taught to lie
"Buddy just calm down, you'll be alright."
Several friends came to his grave
His children were so well-behaved
As the priest got up to speak
The assembly craved relief
But he himself had given up
So instead he offered them this bitter cup
"You're gonna die, we're all gonna die
Could be twenty years, could be tonight
Lately I have been wondering why
We go to so much trouble to postpone the unavoidable
And prolong the pain of being alive"
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Posted on 5/5/24 at 6:04 pm to High C
Posted on 5/5/24 at 10:29 pm to High C
Long Black Veil
The Ballad of Spider John
Delia
The Ballad of Spider John
Delia
Posted on 5/6/24 at 5:35 am to High C
Polly - Nirvana
IDK if its profound but
Don't stand so close - Police is pretty damn dark and sick especially in the light of 2024.
IDK if its profound but
Don't stand so close - Police is pretty damn dark and sick especially in the light of 2024.
Posted on 5/6/24 at 6:26 am to High C
There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes….
John Prine
John Prine
Posted on 5/6/24 at 6:44 am to High C
Secret of the Easy Yoke by Pedro the Lion
I could hear the church bells ringing
They pealed aloud your praise
The members faces were smiling
With their hands outstretched to shake
It's true they did not move me
My heart was hard and tired
Their perfect fire annoyed me
I could not find you anywhere
Could someone please tell me the story
Of sinners ransomed from the fall
I still have never seen you
And some days I don't love you at all
The devoted were wearing bracelets
To remind them why they came
Some concrete motivation
When the abstract could not do the same
But if all that's left is duty
I'm falling on my sword
At least then I would not serve
An unseen distant lord
Could someone please tell me the story
Of sinners ransomed from the fall
I still have never seen you
And some days I don't love you at all
If this is only a test
I hope that I'm passing
'Cause I'm losing steam
And I still want to trust you
Peace be still
Peace be still
Peace be still
Peace be still
I could hear the church bells ringing
They pealed aloud your praise
The members faces were smiling
With their hands outstretched to shake
It's true they did not move me
My heart was hard and tired
Their perfect fire annoyed me
I could not find you anywhere
Could someone please tell me the story
Of sinners ransomed from the fall
I still have never seen you
And some days I don't love you at all
The devoted were wearing bracelets
To remind them why they came
Some concrete motivation
When the abstract could not do the same
But if all that's left is duty
I'm falling on my sword
At least then I would not serve
An unseen distant lord
Could someone please tell me the story
Of sinners ransomed from the fall
I still have never seen you
And some days I don't love you at all
If this is only a test
I hope that I'm passing
'Cause I'm losing steam
And I still want to trust you
Peace be still
Peace be still
Peace be still
Peace be still
Posted on 5/6/24 at 7:41 am to High C
Cast No Shadow - Oasis
Here's a thought for every man
Who tries to understand what is in his hands
He walks along the open road of love and life
Surviving if he can
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow
As they took his soul they stole his pride
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow...
Edit: Typo and I screwed up the link embed.
Here's a thought for every man
Who tries to understand what is in his hands
He walks along the open road of love and life
Surviving if he can
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow
As they took his soul they stole his pride
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow...
Edit: Typo and I screwed up the link embed.
This post was edited on 5/6/24 at 9:33 am
Posted on 5/6/24 at 8:03 am to High C
Dave Bazan is such a gifted songwriter. Really puts incredibly complicated and conflicted feelings into somewhat stomach-able lyrics.
Posted on 5/6/24 at 8:15 am to High C
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And 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
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way
But you're 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 is gone, the song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
Pink Floyd
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And 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
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way
But you're 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 is gone, the song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
Pink Floyd
Posted on 5/6/24 at 8:29 am to High C
dredg - Kalathat
He lived the life, never offended, he played by the rules
Struck the right chords, he never was out of tune
Sacrificed every second for his kids and wife
Thought to himself, "If I only had more time"
He said, "It's a problem that I'll solve
Well, it's a problem to resolve someday"
Commuted daily to his high-tech job
Waited in line patiently with the rest of the mob
Now a taste of success can forever jade
When the pink slip arrived he'd finally lost his way
He said, "It's a problem that I'll solve
Well, it's a problem to resolve someday"
He abandoned his family, he's by himself
There's nothing left now, no substance, no wealth
His whole life was work and business
He could hardly see
The story of a jaded man
Who'll never know what could have been
It's all too common these days
It's all too common these days
It's all too common these days
Well, it's a problem that he'll solve
Well, it's a problem he resolved
Based on: Gunman and wife had earlier dispute
He lived the life, never offended, he played by the rules
Struck the right chords, he never was out of tune
Sacrificed every second for his kids and wife
Thought to himself, "If I only had more time"
He said, "It's a problem that I'll solve
Well, it's a problem to resolve someday"
Commuted daily to his high-tech job
Waited in line patiently with the rest of the mob
Now a taste of success can forever jade
When the pink slip arrived he'd finally lost his way
He said, "It's a problem that I'll solve
Well, it's a problem to resolve someday"
He abandoned his family, he's by himself
There's nothing left now, no substance, no wealth
His whole life was work and business
He could hardly see
The story of a jaded man
Who'll never know what could have been
It's all too common these days
It's all too common these days
It's all too common these days
Well, it's a problem that he'll solve
Well, it's a problem he resolved
Based on: Gunman and wife had earlier dispute
Posted on 5/6/24 at 8:37 am to High C
Penetration by PTL is solid also.
Just about ant Steven Wilson song would fit the OP.
Just about ant Steven Wilson song would fit the OP.
Posted on 5/6/24 at 9:43 am to High C
Wasted Time - Skid Row
You and I together in our lives
Sacred ties would never fray
Then why can I let myself tell lies
And watch you die every day?
I think back to the times
When dreams were what mattered
Tough-talking youth naïveté
You said you'd never let me down
But the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation
Is it all just wasted time?
Can you look at yourself when you think of what you left behind?
Is it all just wasted time?
Can you live with yourself when you think of what you've left behind?
Paranoid delusions, they haunt you
Where's my friend I used to know?
He's all alone, he's buried deep within
A carcass searching for a soul
Can you feel me inside your heart as it's bleeding?
Why can't you believe you can be loved?
I hear you scream in agony
And the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation
Is it all just wasted time?
Can you look at yourself when you think of what you left behind?
Is it all just wasted time?
Can you live with yourself when you think of what
You've left behind?
Whoa-oh, no, no, no, no
Oh, you said you'd never let me down
But the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation
Is it all just wasted time?
Can you look at yourself when you think of what you left behind?
Is it all just wasted time?
Can you live with yourself when you think of what
You've left behind?
The sun will rise again
The earth will turn to sand
Creation's colors seem to fade to gray
And you'll see the sickly hands of time
Will write your final rhyme
And end our memory, yeah
I never thought you'd let it get this far, boy
Oh, I never thought, I never thought you'd let it get this far, boy, oh, no
I never thought, I never thought you'd let it get this far, boy, no
I never thought you'd let it get this far, boy
You and I together in our lives
Sacred ties would never fray
Then why can I let myself tell lies
And watch you die every day?
I think back to the times
When dreams were what mattered
Tough-talking youth naïveté
You said you'd never let me down
But the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation
Is it all just wasted time?
Can you look at yourself when you think of what you left behind?
Is it all just wasted time?
Can you live with yourself when you think of what you've left behind?
Paranoid delusions, they haunt you
Where's my friend I used to know?
He's all alone, he's buried deep within
A carcass searching for a soul
Can you feel me inside your heart as it's bleeding?
Why can't you believe you can be loved?
I hear you scream in agony
And the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation
Is it all just wasted time?
Can you look at yourself when you think of what you left behind?
Is it all just wasted time?
Can you live with yourself when you think of what
You've left behind?
Whoa-oh, no, no, no, no
Oh, you said you'd never let me down
But the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation
Is it all just wasted time?
Can you look at yourself when you think of what you left behind?
Is it all just wasted time?
Can you live with yourself when you think of what
You've left behind?
The sun will rise again
The earth will turn to sand
Creation's colors seem to fade to gray
And you'll see the sickly hands of time
Will write your final rhyme
And end our memory, yeah
I never thought you'd let it get this far, boy
Oh, I never thought, I never thought you'd let it get this far, boy, oh, no
I never thought, I never thought you'd let it get this far, boy, no
I never thought you'd let it get this far, boy
Posted on 5/6/24 at 10:07 am to High C
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, and yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
And yet I fight, and yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
Posted on 5/6/24 at 10:35 am to High C
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This post was edited on 5/6/24 at 10:51 am
Posted on 5/6/24 at 12:46 pm to High C
Filter- Hey Man Nice Shot.
I wish I would've met you
Now it's a little late
What you could've taught me
I could've saved some face
They think that your early ending was all wrong
For the most part they're right
But look how they all got strong
That's why I say, "Hey man, nice shot"
"A good shot, man"
That's why I say, "Hey man, nice shot"
"A good shot, man"
A man
Has gone
Hey, man
Have fun
Oh, nice shot, man
Now that the smoke's gone
And the air is all clear
Those who were right there
Got a new kind of fear
You'd fight and you were right
But they were just too strong
They'd stick it in your face
And let you smell what they consider wrong
That's why I say, "Hey man, nice shot"
"A good shot, man"
That's why I say, "Hey man, nice shot"
"What a good shot, man"
A man
Has gone
Hey, man
Have fun
Nice shot!
A man
Has gone
Hey, man
Have fun
Oh, nice shot, man!
Oh, nice shot man!
Oh, I wish I would've met you
I wish I would've met you, yeah
I wish I would've met you
I wish I would've met you
I'd say, "Nice shot"
Eta back story:
HMNS_Wiki
I wish I would've met you
Now it's a little late
What you could've taught me
I could've saved some face
They think that your early ending was all wrong
For the most part they're right
But look how they all got strong
That's why I say, "Hey man, nice shot"
"A good shot, man"
That's why I say, "Hey man, nice shot"
"A good shot, man"
A man
Has gone
Hey, man
Have fun
Oh, nice shot, man
Now that the smoke's gone
And the air is all clear
Those who were right there
Got a new kind of fear
You'd fight and you were right
But they were just too strong
They'd stick it in your face
And let you smell what they consider wrong
That's why I say, "Hey man, nice shot"
"A good shot, man"
That's why I say, "Hey man, nice shot"
"What a good shot, man"
A man
Has gone
Hey, man
Have fun
Nice shot!
A man
Has gone
Hey, man
Have fun
Oh, nice shot, man!
Oh, nice shot man!
Oh, I wish I would've met you
I wish I would've met you, yeah
I wish I would've met you
I wish I would've met you
I'd say, "Nice shot"
Eta back story:
HMNS_Wiki
This post was edited on 5/6/24 at 8:30 pm
Posted on 5/6/24 at 1:00 pm to High C
One recent entry, Willi Carlisle, When the Pills Wear Off:
Father forgive me for what I have done
Drove 200 miles for six inches of love
And he shined like the neon in the town’s only bar
Slick as the needle and slim as the scar
I lost friends to heroin, plenty more to lovin’ them
Strung out on the highway like we couldn’t read the signs
Now that I am older and burn a little colder
I know how to read between the lines
But the only time I get these guilty thoughts
Is when the pills wear off
And what I called a love affair
They say was a death of despair
They say I’ll get over him I just need time
I think Jesus sent an angel, stuck needles in his thigh
And the old freight trains, they whistle and whine
They shake the whole damn house, like we did when he was alive
I lost friends to heroin, plenty more to lovin’ them
Strung out on the highway like we couldn’t read the signs
Now that I am older and burn a little colder
I know how to read between the lines
But the only time I get these guilty thoughts
Is when the pills wear off
And what I called a love affair
They say was a death of despair
Mother don’t ask me the things I have done
It’s selfish to fall for yourself in someone
I know that I want him and always will
I don’t think he could have known that it was fentanyl
But the only time I get these guilty thoughts
Is when the pills wear off
And what I called a love affair
They say was a death of despair
The only time I get these guilty thoughts
Is when the pills wear off
Father forgive me for what I have done
Drove 200 miles for six inches of love
And he shined like the neon in the town’s only bar
Slick as the needle and slim as the scar
I lost friends to heroin, plenty more to lovin’ them
Strung out on the highway like we couldn’t read the signs
Now that I am older and burn a little colder
I know how to read between the lines
But the only time I get these guilty thoughts
Is when the pills wear off
And what I called a love affair
They say was a death of despair
They say I’ll get over him I just need time
I think Jesus sent an angel, stuck needles in his thigh
And the old freight trains, they whistle and whine
They shake the whole damn house, like we did when he was alive
I lost friends to heroin, plenty more to lovin’ them
Strung out on the highway like we couldn’t read the signs
Now that I am older and burn a little colder
I know how to read between the lines
But the only time I get these guilty thoughts
Is when the pills wear off
And what I called a love affair
They say was a death of despair
Mother don’t ask me the things I have done
It’s selfish to fall for yourself in someone
I know that I want him and always will
I don’t think he could have known that it was fentanyl
But the only time I get these guilty thoughts
Is when the pills wear off
And what I called a love affair
They say was a death of despair
The only time I get these guilty thoughts
Is when the pills wear off
Posted on 5/6/24 at 3:36 pm to High C
The car's 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 toppled 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 is the valley of Death. I open up my wallet and it's full of blood.
Posted on 5/7/24 at 4:53 pm to High C
Tool - jerk off
Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong
Punishment was the cure for those who dare to cross the line
But it must not be true
For jerk-offs just like you and
Maybe it takes longer
To catch a total a-hole
But I'm tired of waiting
Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong
Punishment was the cure for those who dare to cross the line
But it must not be true
For jerk-offs just like you and
Maybe it's just bullshite
I should play God
And shoot you myself
Tired of waiting
Consequences dictate
Our course of action and it
Doesn't matter what's right
It's only wrong if you get caught
If consequences dictate
My course of action, I should
I should play God and just
Shoot you myself
Tired of waiting
Die now
Shoot it
Kick it
frick it
Shoot you in your fricking head
Tool - opiate
Choices always were a problem for you
What you need is someone strong to guide you
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
What you need is someone strong to guide you
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
If you want to get your soul to heaven
Trust in me now, don't you judge or question
You are broken now, but faith can heal you
Just do everything I tell you to do
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
What you need is someone strong to guide you
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
Let me lay my holy hand up, hand upon you
My God's will
Becomes me
When he speaks
He speaks through me
He has needs
Like I do
We both want
To rape you
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now
If you want to get your soul to heaven
Trust in me now, don't you judge or question
You are broken now, but faith can heal you
Just do everything I tell you to do
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
Let me lay my holy hand up, hand upon you
My God's will
Becomes me
When he speaks
He speaks through me
He has needs
Like I do
We both want
To rape you
I had a friend once, he took some acid
Now he thinks he's a fire engine
It's okay until he pisses on your lighter
Kinda smells, kinda cool, kinda funny anyway
Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan
I had a friend once he took some ecstasy
Tried to marry me and every one in the room
He was sort of loving, kinda caring
Kinda tried to frick my La-Z-Boy
It got a bit messy all over the curtains
Arm chair covers, throw pillows, and carpeting
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored
Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong
Punishment was the cure for those who dare to cross the line
But it must not be true
For jerk-offs just like you and
Maybe it takes longer
To catch a total a-hole
But I'm tired of waiting
Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong
Punishment was the cure for those who dare to cross the line
But it must not be true
For jerk-offs just like you and
Maybe it's just bullshite
I should play God
And shoot you myself
Tired of waiting
Consequences dictate
Our course of action and it
Doesn't matter what's right
It's only wrong if you get caught
If consequences dictate
My course of action, I should
I should play God and just
Shoot you myself
Tired of waiting
Die now
Shoot it
Kick it
frick it
Shoot you in your fricking head
Tool - opiate
Choices always were a problem for you
What you need is someone strong to guide you
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
What you need is someone strong to guide you
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
If you want to get your soul to heaven
Trust in me now, don't you judge or question
You are broken now, but faith can heal you
Just do everything I tell you to do
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
What you need is someone strong to guide you
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
Let me lay my holy hand up, hand upon you
My God's will
Becomes me
When he speaks
He speaks through me
He has needs
Like I do
We both want
To rape you
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now
If you want to get your soul to heaven
Trust in me now, don't you judge or question
You are broken now, but faith can heal you
Just do everything I tell you to do
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
Let me lay my holy hand up, hand upon you
My God's will
Becomes me
When he speaks
He speaks through me
He has needs
Like I do
We both want
To rape you
I had a friend once, he took some acid
Now he thinks he's a fire engine
It's okay until he pisses on your lighter
Kinda smells, kinda cool, kinda funny anyway
Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan
I had a friend once he took some ecstasy
Tried to marry me and every one in the room
He was sort of loving, kinda caring
Kinda tried to frick my La-Z-Boy
It got a bit messy all over the curtains
Arm chair covers, throw pillows, and carpeting
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored
Posted on 5/7/24 at 9:43 pm to High C
quote:
He said, "I'll love you till I die"
She told him, "You'll forget in time"
As the years went slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind
He kept her picture on his wall
Went half-crazy, now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she'd come back again
Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single 'I love you'
I went to see him just today
Oh, but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I'd seen him smile in years
He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away He stopped loving her today
You know, she came to see him one last time
Oh, and we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he's over her for good
He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away He stopped loving her today
Posted on 5/10/24 at 5:00 pm to High C
Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
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