| Opeth – Hessian Peel Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Not sure what this song means, but it's no doubt my favorite song on the album! can anyone figure out what Mike is saying in the second reversed section (7:21 - 7:24)? |
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| Jethro Tull – A Passion Play Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Here's the FULL lyrics: "Do you still see me even here?" (The silver cord lies on the ground.) "And so I'm dead", the young man said over the hill (not a wish away). My friends (as one) all stand aligned although their taxis came too late. There was a rush along the Fulham Road. There was a hush in the Passion Play. Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath ripe with rich attainments all imagined sad misdeeds in disarray the sore thumb screams aloud, echoing out of the Passion Play. All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key: Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance. There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Ever-passion Play. And who comes here to wish me well? A sweetly-scented angel fell. She laid her head upon my disbelief and bathed me with her ever-smile. And with a howl across the sand I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound NO-ONE (but someone to be found). All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom. Roll up roll down, Feeling unwound? Step into the viewing room. The cameras were all around. We've got you taped; you're in the play. Here's your I.D. (Ideal for identifying one and all.) Invest your life in the memory bank; ours the interest and we thank you. The ice-cream lady wets her drawers, to see you in the passion play. Take the prize for instant pleasure, captain of the cricket team public speaking in all weathers, a knighthood from a queen. All of your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand. from your hand..... There's a line in a front-page story, 13 horses that also-ran. also ran..... Climb in your old umbrella. Does it have a nasty tear in the dome? in the dome..... But the rain only gets in sometimes and the sun never leaves you alone, you alone..... you alone..... you alone..... you alone..... Lover of the black and white it's your first night. The Passion Play, goes all the way, spoils your insight. Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady's laid, why the old dog howls in sadness. And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision. (The examining body examined her body.) Actor of the low-high Q, let's hear your view. Peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory won't do. Tell me: how the baby's graded, how the lady's faded, why the old dogs howl with madness. All of this and some of that's the only way to skin the cat. And now you've lost a skin or two, you're for us and we for you. The dressing room is right behind, We've got you taped, you're in the play. How does it feel to be in the play? How does it feel to play the play? How does it feel to be the play? Man of passion rise again, we won't cross you out: for we do love you like a son, of that there's no doubt. Tell us: is it you who are here for our good cheer? Or are we here for the glory, for the story, for the gory satisfaction of telling you how absolutely awful you really are? There was a rush along the Fulham Road. There was a hush in the Passion Play. THE STORY OF THE HARE WHO LOST HIS SPECTACLES This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by. Now this may not seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in particular, "The hare has lost his spectacles," well, he began to wonder. Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee. Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for without his spectacles he appeared completely helpless. Where were his spectacles? Could someone have stolen them? Had he mislaid them? What was he to do? Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: "You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot." "No!" interrupted Owl, who was wise. "I have good eye-sight, insight, and foresight. How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mistake?" But all this time, Owl had been sitting on the fence, scowling! A Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others. She was their leader, their guru. She had the answer: "Hare, you must go in search of the optician." But then she realized that Hare was completely helpless without his spectacles. And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, "I can't send Hare in search of anything!" "You can guru, you can!" shouted Newt. "You can send him with Owl." But Owl had gone to sleep. Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem "You can take him in your pouch." But alas, Hare was much too big to fit into Kangaroo's pouch. All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew nothing about spectacles. As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn't care. The lost spectacles were his own affair. And after all, Hare did have a spare a-pair. A-pair. THE END We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door, eat in the corner, talk to the floor, cheating the spiders who come to say "Please", (politely). They bend at the knees. Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Old gentlemen talk of when they were young of ladies lost, of erring sons. Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the truth, tied at both ends. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Scented cathedral spire pointed down. We pray for souls in Kentish Town. A delicate hush the gods, floating by wishing us well, pie in the sky. God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right, right to be wrong. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed). Show me a good man and I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More." Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a request to take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell" where no-one has nothing and nothing is- well -meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do. Colours I've none dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you. Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for the saving of face. Now you're here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation. Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky (flashing). I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye. Passionate play join round the maypole in dance (primitive rite) (wrongly). Summoned by name I am the overseer over you. Flee the icy Lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow! What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow. Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I good or bad. I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had. I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for one of those days that never made impressions on the old score. I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree. Everyone's saved we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea. Time for awaking the tea lady's making a brew-up and baking new bread. Pick me up at half past none there's not a moment to lose. There is the train on which I came. On the platform are my old shoes. Station master rings his bell. Whistles blow and flags wave. A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should). I thank everybody for making me welcome. I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off. Hail! Son of kings make the ever-dying sign cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE. There am I waiting along the sand. Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea. Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain. Loose a wish to still, the rain, the storm about to BE. Here am I (voyager into life). Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge. Break the circle,stretch the line, call upon the devil. Bring the gods, the gods' own fire. In the conflict revel. The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born, renew the pledge of life's long song rise to the reveille horn. Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door. Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and breath the pain of living): living BE! Here am I! Roll the stone away from the dark into ever-day. There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Ever-passion Play. |
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| Kansas – Miracles Out Of Nowhere Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| This songs totally rocks! I love the instrumental section in the middle. | |
| Les Claypool's Fancy Band – One Betta Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| Awesome song. My favorite off of the new album. | |
| Cannibal Corpse – Drowning in Viscera Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| Cannibal Corpse sucks ass. Who could listen to this crap?! | |
| Rush – Freewill Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| I like this song even more than I did before because in my Philosophy and Literature class we're talking about Spinoza. He believed that we act upon natural laws and that we don't choose our own path in life, but God has already made a path for us. This is why I like this song | |
| Rush – Bastille Day Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| Great song | |
| Rush – Tom Sawyer Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| This was the first Rush song I ever heard. Now I'm hooked. | |
| Les Claypool and the Holy Mackeral – Delicate Tendrils Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| What does it mean? | |
| Sausage – Prelude To Fear Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| This song don\'t really make much sense to me. | |
| Sausage – Prelude To Fear Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| This song don\'t really make much sense to me. | |
| Les Claypool and the Holy Mackeral – Delicate Tendrils Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| This song is sort of creepy when you listen to it at night. | |
| Primus – The Family and the Fishing Net (Peter Gabriel cover) Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| I hear you man. This song is creepy! | |
| Oysterhead – Shadow Of A Man Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| This song is about a guy that comes back from Vietnam. He does drugs and stuff because he can't cope with the world after the war. | |
| Oysterhead – Oz Is Ever Floating Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Thanks for clearing this song up senorreverte. Never knew who Dr. John C. Lilly was or anything. BTW, what is Oz? | |
| Oysterhead – Army's On Ecstasy Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| What's MDMA? Never knew what it stood for. | |
| The Offspring – Hit That Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Some lyrics are wrong, man. Look them up somewhere and correct them. | |
| Weird Al Yankovic – Albuquerque Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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This song is my favorite song of all time! "OK, like one time, I was out in the parkin' lot, tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil, when I see this guy Marty tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself. So I-I say to him, I say, "Hey, you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes, "No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw!" So I did. And then he gets all indignant on me. He's like, "Hey, man, I was just being sarcastic!" Well, that's just great. How was I supposed to know that? I'm not a mind reader, for cryin' out loud. Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname - Torso-Boy! So what's he complaining about?" HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! |
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| Tenacious D – Drive-Thru Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| This "song" is my second favorite on the cd. My favorite is City Hall because it is HILARIOUS. But this is a classic. | |
| Tenacious D – City Hall Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| To answer Bite Me's question: to find Malibu Nights, fast forward past all of that "Do you believe in God?" stuff to about 8:15. Then, you'll hear KG and then it'll start. Hope that helps some. | |
| The Black Eyed Peas – Sexy Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| It's a great song. | |
| Primus – Is It Luck? Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Thanks hydrogen, I never could figure out what Les said when he talks really fast in that song. | |
| C2B3 – Hip Shot from the Slab Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| This song is crazy. | |
| C2B3 – 48 Hours to Go Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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This song is pretty obvious. It's about war. The thing I'm not certain about is if it's about reinstating the draft or not. "You got 48 hours left You can almost smell his breath It smells of high horse It smells of high horse You got 48 hours to go And they're coming win, place or show So lay down your money, lay down your money, lay down your money" This is the verse that leads me to believe that this song would be about trying to get away from the draft. |
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| C2B3 – Thai Noodles Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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I think it has something to do w/ war. "Rolling his Sherman tank Upholstered in buffalo hide" I think this is a reference to war b/c from what I know the military uses Sherman tanks in war. If I'm wrong somebody correct me. |
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| C2B3 – Buckethead Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| If you go to bucketheadland.com, like I did, it will help you understand the song a little bit better. It helped me. | |
| Pink Floyd – Time Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| It's basically about how time slips away without you knowing about it. | |
| Pink Floyd – Time Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| It's basically about how time slips away without you knowing about it. | |
| C2B3 – Buckethead Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| This would have to be one of my favoroite C2B3 songs of all time! This is b/c Buckethead is one heck of an awesome guitarist. | |
| C2B3 – Thai Noodles Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| This song is really great. It has an awesome bass line and really awesome lyrics. LES CLAYPOOL RULZ!!!!! | |
| C2B3 – Ignorance is Bliss Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| All I have to say is that C2B3 is the best band since Primus and "Ignorance is Bliss" is a really neat song. I believe it has something to do with war and stuff. If I'm wrong someone please tell me. | |
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