Let her Cry

Rumpshaker

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37263004)

Fairytale of New York

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37263017)

but for real tangled up in blue is retarded

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37263080)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37263022)

She's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

I should've worshipped her sooner

If the Heavens ever did speak

She is the last true mouthpiece

Every Sunday's getting more bleak

A fresh poison each week

'We were born sick, ' you heard them say it

My church offers no absolutes

She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'

The only heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it

Command me to be well

Amen, Amen, Amen

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

120

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37271777)

You: poast

Conclusion: It's actually an incredibly thoughtful lyric aimed at stirring the same base emotion in BILLIONS of potential listeners, and it succeeds

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37274146)

All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood

With a chance to make it good somehow

Hey, what else can we do now?

Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair

Well, the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere

We got one last chance to make it real

To trade in these wings on some wheels

Climb in back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37273392)

When it's time to party we will party hard

You

You work all night (all night)

And when you work you don't feel all right

And we

When things stop feeling all right (all right)

And everything is all right

'Cause we will never listen to your rules (no)

We will never do what others do

(No)

Do what we want and we get it from you

Do what we like and we like what we do

So let's get a party going (let's get a party going)

Now it's time to party and we'll party hard (party hard)

Let's get a party going (let's get a party going)

When it's time to party we will always party hard

Party hard (party hard, party hard, party hard party hard, party hard)

All right

You

You break the thing

And when you play you feel all right

But we

When things stop feeling all right (all right)

And everything is all right

'Cause we will never listen to your rules (no)

We will never do what others do

(No)

Know what we want and we get it from you

We do what we like and we like what we do

So let's get a party going (let's get a party going)

Now it's time to party and we'll party hard (party hard)

Let's get a party going (let's get a party going)

When it's time to party we will always party hard

Party hard (party hard, party hard, party hard, party hard, party hard, party hard)

(Party hard, party hard, party hard, party hard, party hard)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37271928)

"What the hell did you expect to find -

Aphrodite, on a barstool, by your side?"

in a song about being a wayward drunk ("Pieces of the Night").

or "Mrs. Rita":

https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/65039/

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37273586)

But does she really wanna

But can't stand to see me walk out tha door

Don't try to fight the feeling

Because the thought alone is killin' me right now

Thank God for Mom and Dad

For sticking to together

Like we don't know how

You think you've got it

Oh, you think you've got it

But got it just don't get it when there's nothin' at all

We get together

Oh, we get together

But separate's always better when there's feelings involved

Know what they say -its

Nothing lasts forever!

Then what makes it, then what makes

Then what makes it, then what makes

Then what makes love the exception?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37272167)

Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37272189)

I always loved Einstein on the Beach & they never put it on an album.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37272372)

maneater and crime pays, of course

bad connection

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37272345)

and if you took to me

like a gull takes to the wind

well i'd have jumped from my trees

and i'd have danced like the king of the eyesores

and the rest of our lives would've fared well

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37273852)

nonetheless, the decemberists have some of the best lyrics you'll ever find.

i'd submit "yankee bayonet" and "legionnaire's lament." "my mother was a chinese trapeze artist," also.

my mother was a chinese trapeze artist in pre-war paris

smuggling bombs for the underground

and she met my father at a fete in aix en provence

he was disguised as a russian cadet in the employ of the axis

and there in the half-light of the provincial midnight

to a lone concertina they drank in cantinas

and toasted to edith piaf and the fall of the reich

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37273880)

Johnny Rebel

Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here

Gather all those equals up and herd them on the pier

America's for whites, Africa's for blacks

Send those apes back to the trees, ship those niggers back

Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here

Twenty million ugly coons are ready on the pier

"Hey there man, I ain't gettin' in that boat, looks like that boat's leakin' to me, man," (whack!) "Ooooh yes, White Man, here I come!"

America's for whites, Africa's for blacks

Send those apes back to the trees, ship those niggers back

Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here

Boats are ready for the trip, we won't shed a tear

"You actin' like you don't love us nice colored folks any more," (whack!) "Ahhh! Ahhh, White Man brought us from Africa, your fault!"

America's for whites, Africa's for blacks

Send those apes back to the trees, ship those niggers back

Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here

Hand that chimp his ugly stick, hand that buck his spear

"Hold on there man, I've left my bottle of wine back there on the dock," (whack!) "Ahhh! Oww, man!"

America's for whites, Africa's for blacks

Send those apes back to the trees, ship those niggers back

Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here

Twenty million jigaboos, to Africa we'll steer

"How we gonna find Africa man, we ain't got no compass, how we gonna find that island, man," (whack!) "Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!"

America's for whites, Africa's for blacks

Send those apes back to the trees, ship those niggers back

Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here

There they go far out to sea, see them disappear

"Hello, hello back there on the dock, I believe this boat is leakin' man."

America's for whites, Africa's for blacks

Send those apes back to the trees, ship those niggers back

Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here

Boats are leaking badly now, they sink, we've settled here

"Help! Help, we're sinking! Gggglllluggggg..."

America's for whites, Africa's for blacks

Send those apes back to the trees, ship those niggers back

Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here

No more nigger civil rights led by nigger queers

America's for whites, Africa's for blacks

Send those apes back to the trees, ship those niggers back

Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here

Our homes, our schools, our city streets of niggers will be clear

America's for whites, Africa's for blacks

Send those apes back to the trees, ship those niggers back

Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here

America will be all white, the land we love so dear

America's for whites, Africa's for blacks

Send those apes back to the trees, ship those niggers back

Ship those niggers back

Ship those niggers back

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37273467)

Stinkfist

Hooker with a penis

Aenima

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37274476)

I fight for my meals

I get my back into my living

I don't need to fight

To prove I'm right

I don't need to be forgiven

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37275428)

Of their famous songs, Won’t Get Fooled Again, Behind Blue Eyes, Who Are You, & You Better You Bet all have better lyrics than Baba.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37276154)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37398075)

Ironically upbeat elegiac song about being a drunk going nowhere, life not panning out, getting fucked up with the other barflies.

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday

The regular crowd shuffles in

There's an old man sitting next to me

Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son, can you play me a memory

I'm not really sure how it goes

But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete

When I wore a younger man's clothes"

La la la, di da da

La la, di da da da dum

Sing us a song, you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well, we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feelin' alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine

He gets me my drinks for free

And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke

But there's someplace that he'd rather be

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"

As the smile ran away from his face

"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star

If I could get out of this place"

Oh, la la la, di da da

La la, di da da da dum

Now Paul is a real estate novelist

Who never had time for a wife

And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the Navy

And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics

As the businessmen slowly get stoned

Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness

But it's better than drinkin' alone

Sing us a song you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well we're all in the mood for a melody

And you got us feeling alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday

And the manager gives me a smile

'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see

To forget about life for a while

And the piano, it sounds like a carnival

And the microphone smells like a beer

And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar

And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

Oh, la la la, di da da

La la, di da da da dum

Sing us a song you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well we're all in the mood for a melody

And you got us feeling alright

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4137156&forum_id=2#37398099)