Lemmy has to be one of the best lyricists ever. Who else do you know that can use the words "obsequious", "clandestine" and "sycophant" in the same song?
@Zughiaq Try Bad Religion, mate....you'll be stoked. Little example:
@Zughiaq Try Bad Religion, mate....you'll be stoked. Little example:
"I Want Something More"
"I Want Something More"
Going through a world of sad debris,
Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership:
The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion,
The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision.
But I want something more.
Racing through a life of tragic wastage,
I experience the loss of trust and innocence.
The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons
As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision.
But I want something...
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE !
Going through a world of sad debris,
Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership:
The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion,
The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision.
But I want something more.
Racing through a life of tragic wastage,
I experience the loss of trust and innocence.
The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons
As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision.
But I want something...
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE !
Lemmy has to be one of the best lyricists ever. Who else do you know that can use the words "obsequious", "clandestine" and "sycophant" in the same song?
@Zughiaq Try Bad Religion, mate....you'll be stoked. Little example:
@Zughiaq Try Bad Religion, mate....you'll be stoked. Little example:
"I Want Something More"
"I Want Something More"
Going through a world of sad debris, Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership: The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion, The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision. But I want something more. Racing through a life of tragic wastage, I experience the loss of trust and innocence. The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision. But I want something... MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE !
Going through a world of sad debris, Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership: The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion, The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision. But I want something more. Racing through a life of tragic wastage, I experience the loss of trust and innocence. The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision. But I want something... MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE !