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favorite line from a song?

"........i'm on that salad, I'm ur thousand island......."
:rofl
 
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"Hunt for... Ogres and Dwarves... LION SLICER!!!!" - Mastodon, Colony of Birchmen
 
a bar from one of my brothers battle lyrics (emcee)

"...while my lyrics seperate your flesh and it gets dealt with a quickness / i'm your god, i kill you and ask myself for forgiveness..."

- SEM
 
this guy's valley, gotta kick him out!

head up the coast
check out the spots that you love the most
you gotta get them for yourself
there's nothing I hate then more to see
a shoulder hopper walking up the beach
shoulder hopper, don't drop in on me, shoulder hopper
comin' down, can't you see me comin?
 
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You move with your own rhythm/ Like a tide on the river/ Lightning on the Ponchatrain/ The way you come to me at midnight/ Warm and naked as the rain/ What were you whispering down in Natchez/ Cause it muddied up my mind/ About some great ocean/ Going to make you leave it all behind/ Well, no one ever loved that river/ The way I love you

Jim Byrnes "That River"
 
I have to include the entire song...

You can climb a mountain
You can swim the sea
You can jump into the fire
But you'll never be free
You can shake me up
Or I can break you down
Whoa-o-o-o-, whoa-o-o-o-
We can make each other happy (4X)
(Repeat entire 3 times more)
You can jump into the fire (4X)

Harry Nilsson...Jump Into the Fire

YouTube Link

:teeth
 
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Life's short and hard like a body-building elf,
So save the planet and kill yourself, BloodhoundGang - Lift your head up high and blow your brains out!

When you're choking your chicken your chick will be choking on this chicken's bone BloodhoundGang - Turn Clyde

Just so you know, so it's it's set in stone,
Kid Rock don't come from where I come from:
Yeah, it's true, he's a Yank, he ain't no son of Hank:
If you even thought so, god-damn, you're fucking dumb. Hank III - Not Everybody Likes Us

Well, I was drunk the day my momma got out of prison,
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But before I could get to tye station in the pick-up truck,
She got runned over by a damned old train. David Alan Coe - You never even called me by my name

To name a few
 
There are many, but I'll add these since I'll bet few have heard them:

"Oh, and I'm so into you, but I'm way too smart for you.
Even my henchmen think I'm crazy, I'm not surprised that you'd agree.
If you could find some way to be a little bit less afraid of me,
You'd see the voices that control me from inside my head say I shouldn't kill you yet."

- Skullcrusher Mountain, Jonathan Coulton


"She's my millionaire girlfriend, and she's my life.
Once I finally find her, I'll get permission from the wife.
We will all live in our castle high,
My beloved and my millionaire girlfriend and I."

- Millionaire Girlfriend, Jonathan Coulton
 
And the moral of this story is what not to do when a bird shits on you....THE RHYME...OF THE ANCIENT...MARINER!!!!!!
-Iron Maiden Live
 
Find me at double u double u double u dot
I came to trouble you dot
come here motherfucker take your best shot
 
The whole songs needs to be quoted, its hard to just single out one line. :twofinger

Tool - Hooker with a penis.

I met a boy wearing vans, 501s, and a
Dope beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was ogt,
From 92,
The first ep.

And in between
Sips of coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin out,
Layin down,
Suckin up
To the man.

Well now Ive got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
Im the man,

And if Im the man,
Then youre the man, and
Hes the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what Ive sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

So Ive got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
Im the man,
If Im the fuckin man
Then youre the fuckin man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what Ive sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on tv
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar

So...shut up and

Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.
 
except the music must have ended a long time ago

What do you want from me?
Whatever it is, I am fresh out of it.
Ain't nothin' here to see, best move along
 
#1 on my list:

...

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day

...

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you

...

~ Paul Simon
 
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slydrite said:
awesome tune...when I hear it, I think of an awesome chica...

'Hey Pretty', Drive By Mix, by Poe

Mark:
Keiri suggested we go for a drive in her new 2-door bmw coupe
In the parking lot, we slipped into her bucket seats
Keiri took over from there.
At nearly 90 miles per hour she zipped us up to that windy edge
Known to some as mullholland, that sinuous road running the ridge of the santa monica mountains
Where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out of turns
Sometimes dropping down to 50 miles per hour, only to immediately gun it back up to 90 again
Fast, slow, fast fast slow
Sometime a wide turn sometimes a quick one she preferred the tighter ones
The sharp controlled jerks, swinging left to right before driving back to the right
Only so she could do it all over again until after enough speed, and
Enough wind, and more distance than i had been prepared to expect
Taking me to parts of the city i rarely think of and never visit...

Poe:
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world

Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide
Through my world

Mark:
I can't remember the inane things i started babbling about then, i know it didn't really matter, she wasn't listening
She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat back, and told me to lie on top of her
On top of those leather pants of hers, extremely expensive leather pants

Mind you, her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft, slightly oily folds
Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tab, small and round, like a tear
Then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though i could feel her
Lips tremble against my ear, she seemed far, far away
Pinch it, she said, which i did, lightly, until she also said pull it,
Which i also did, gently parting the teeth, one at a time, down under
And beneath, the longest unzipping of my life...

Poe:
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world

Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide
Through my world

Hey pretty
My pretty baby
Rock it through my world (through my world)

Hey pretty (hey pretty)
My pretty baby
Rock it through my world (my world)

Mark:
We never even kissed, or looked into each other's eyes, our lips just
Trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears,
Filled them with the private music of wicked words
Hers in many languages, mine in the off-color of my only tongue, until
As our tones shifted and our consonants spun and squealed, rabbled faster, hesitated, raced harder
Syllables soon melting into groans or moans, finding purchase in new words, or old words, or made-up words
Until we gathered up our heat and refused to release it, enjoying too
Much the dark lane which we had suddenly stumbled upon
Prayed to, carved to, not a communication really, but a channeling of
Our rumored desires, hers for all i know gone to black forests and
Wolves, mine banging back to the familiar form, that great revenant mystery i still could only hear the shape of
Which in spite of our separate lusts and individual prize, still
Continued to drive us deeper into stranger tones, our mutual desire to keep gripping the burn
Fueled by sound, hers screeching, mine...i didn't hear mine, only hers, probably counter-pointing mine
A high pitched cry, then a whisper dropping unexpectedly, to practically
A bark, a grunt, whatever, no sense anymore, and suddenly no more curves either, just the straightaway
Too bad dark languages rarely survive..."

Das nicht zu hause sein x2 ( = there is no house in german )

Ba da da da (da x 8 echoes )
Click to expand...

I was just liastening to this song the other night. I forgot how good it is!
 
No Doubt: Bathwater

You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission

And the bags are much too heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man

Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
I know I'm diving into my own destruction

So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don't fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I can't tame you...but I just keep trying

'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I'm on your list with all your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man

Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?

So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions

'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
Share a toothbrush...you're my kind of man
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man

No I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
 
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