Ye Nur Ein Lyric Archive
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j$
- Ibárruri
- Posts: 5374
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:33 am
- Instruments: Bass, keyboards, singin', guitar
- Submitting as: Johnny Cashpoint
- Location: London, Engerllaaannnddd
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'violence' isn't one of mine either, I'm pretty sure, although it does sound like something I might have sung. The Little Smokes line is actually 'Slowly arc-ing into darkness (like galaxies floating on a dark matter stream)'. I had totally forgotten that line from moscow idaho, but good image / back pat for me! The 'Jimmy Hat' line is spot-on
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GlennCase
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1813
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:41 pm
- Instruments: Yes
- Recording Method: Incorrect methods
- Submitting as: Glenn Case
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Spokane, WA
- Contact:
Glenn Case
<b>Don't Go To...</b>
Because I'm uninspired
and I can't get it straight
But I would like more ways
to communicate
My past can not be fixed
It's like spaghetti code
Written in C + +
I just know basic, though
But I have never learned
How complex programs run
So if I had the chance
Here's what I would have done
CHORUS
10 PRINT "I LEARN THINGS SLOWLY"
20 DON'T GO TO 10
My mind reads syntax error
I do not comprehend
I know the warning signs
from legends on the map
But when I notice them
It's too late to adapt
So I remember them
But then I never know
I can't connect it all
To where I shouldn't go
So paint an X on me
And you can mark the place
Where I am bound to fall
I'd recommend my face
I'll plant my head in soil
To grow like appleseeds
In case you're curious
Here's how my program reads
Proofread me please
But don't expose the facts to me
I don't want to know why
Everything is not right
But if you must, I will listen
I just won't retain a single thing
Go ahead and waste your time
<b>Don't Go To...</b>
Because I'm uninspired
and I can't get it straight
But I would like more ways
to communicate
My past can not be fixed
It's like spaghetti code
Written in C + +
I just know basic, though
But I have never learned
How complex programs run
So if I had the chance
Here's what I would have done
CHORUS
10 PRINT "I LEARN THINGS SLOWLY"
20 DON'T GO TO 10
My mind reads syntax error
I do not comprehend
I know the warning signs
from legends on the map
But when I notice them
It's too late to adapt
So I remember them
But then I never know
I can't connect it all
To where I shouldn't go
So paint an X on me
And you can mark the place
Where I am bound to fall
I'd recommend my face
I'll plant my head in soil
To grow like appleseeds
In case you're curious
Here's how my program reads
Proofread me please
But don't expose the facts to me
I don't want to know why
Everything is not right
But if you must, I will listen
I just won't retain a single thing
Go ahead and waste your time
Last edited by GlennCase on Wed Apr 12, 2006 1:04 am, edited 1 time in total.
Don't Go To... by Calfborg
When you think about the future
Think that it's all you got
Don't walk that road alone
I won't be there to help you
Don't you drag your bones 'round here
I'm not here to help you
Even though you may be caught up
There's a ghost in the road
Lest you be lying face down
Covered in your own blood
Don't go to that place in your head
I can't ever help you
Remember that nothing you've said
Can bring me there to help you
Now I'd advise you to walk on by that house
If you go in I cannot get you out
Now I'd suggest you stick to that road
Don't go to that door, you'll lose your soul
When you think about the future
Think that it's all you got
Don't walk that road alone
I won't be there to help you
Don't you drag your bones 'round here
I'm not here to help you
Even though you may be caught up
There's a ghost in the road
Lest you be lying face down
Covered in your own blood
Don't go to that place in your head
I can't ever help you
Remember that nothing you've said
Can bring me there to help you
Now I'd advise you to walk on by that house
If you go in I cannot get you out
Now I'd suggest you stick to that road
Don't go to that door, you'll lose your soul
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jimtyrrell
- Churchill
- Posts: 2263
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:43 pm
- Instruments: Guitar/bass/keys
- Recording Method: Various. Mostly Garageband these days, actually.
- Submitting as: Jim Tyrrell
- Location: New Hampshire
- Contact:
Don't Go To...
You got your memories - sometimes they like to come up quick
To have to live it all over just makes you sick
You shut it out like you were making a choice
But you know that if you didn’t do it all you would hear is that voice
It’s automatic
You never even think about it
Psychosomatic
You couldn’t ever do without it
It’s all just static
You’re tuning it out
Because it’s just another one of the places you don’t go to
You left the neighborhood - you’re never going back there again
But the things that they did will be with you to the end
You like to think that you can leave it behind
If you can just create a state of anonymity inside of your mind
It’s automatic
You never ever talk about it
Psychosomatic
You couldn’t even think about it
It’s all just static
You’re tuning it out
And it’s just another one of the places you don’t go to
(Bass solo)
It’s automatic
You never ever talk about it
Psychosomatic
You couldn’t even think about it
It’s all just static
You’ll never go there again
Because it’s just another one of the places you don’t go to
You got your memories - sometimes they like to come up quick
To have to live it all over just makes you sick
You shut it out like you were making a choice
But you know that if you didn’t do it all you would hear is that voice
It’s automatic
You never even think about it
Psychosomatic
You couldn’t ever do without it
It’s all just static
You’re tuning it out
Because it’s just another one of the places you don’t go to
You left the neighborhood - you’re never going back there again
But the things that they did will be with you to the end
You like to think that you can leave it behind
If you can just create a state of anonymity inside of your mind
It’s automatic
You never ever talk about it
Psychosomatic
You couldn’t even think about it
It’s all just static
You’re tuning it out
And it’s just another one of the places you don’t go to
(Bass solo)
It’s automatic
You never ever talk about it
Psychosomatic
You couldn’t even think about it
It’s all just static
You’ll never go there again
Because it’s just another one of the places you don’t go to
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Geoff WreckdoM
- Goldman
- Posts: 543
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:13 pm
- Instruments: Theremin
- Recording Method: Pabst Blue Ribbon
- Location: Awestin, TX
- Contact:
Don't go to...
by WreckdoM
A psychic pimp in a g-string
Inherits a haunted house
Fills it with bathing beauties
Soon they start dying off
Don’t go to the boarding house
Your eyes will bleed and fall out
And the gardener will kill your cat
Don’t go to the boarding house
Don’t go to the boarding house
Don’t go to the boarding house
Gates of Hell
A hobo kills a hobo
Throws up on him and takes his cash
Buys a bottle of Tenefly Viper
And melts into a puddle of goo
Don’t go to the liquor store
Stay out the junk yard or the
Foreman will fondle your corpse
Don’t go to the liquor store
Don’t go to the liquor store
Don’t go to the liquor store
Gates of Hell
(Bass solo)
A holy man hangs himself
above a sacred grave
The earth shakes, the dead walk
There’s anarchy in the streets
Don’t go to the mortuary
Don’t go beneath the buried dead
For he has opened the gates of hell
Don’t go to the mortuary
Don’t go to the mortuary
Don’t go to the mortuary
Gates of hell
Gates of hell
Gates of hell
Gates of hell
Gates of hell
by WreckdoM
A psychic pimp in a g-string
Inherits a haunted house
Fills it with bathing beauties
Soon they start dying off
Don’t go to the boarding house
Your eyes will bleed and fall out
And the gardener will kill your cat
Don’t go to the boarding house
Don’t go to the boarding house
Don’t go to the boarding house
Gates of Hell
A hobo kills a hobo
Throws up on him and takes his cash
Buys a bottle of Tenefly Viper
And melts into a puddle of goo
Don’t go to the liquor store
Stay out the junk yard or the
Foreman will fondle your corpse
Don’t go to the liquor store
Don’t go to the liquor store
Don’t go to the liquor store
Gates of Hell
(Bass solo)
A holy man hangs himself
above a sacred grave
The earth shakes, the dead walk
There’s anarchy in the streets
Don’t go to the mortuary
Don’t go beneath the buried dead
For he has opened the gates of hell
Don’t go to the mortuary
Don’t go to the mortuary
Don’t go to the mortuary
Gates of hell
Gates of hell
Gates of hell
Gates of hell
Gates of hell
"perhaps the most offensive and disturbing image I've ever heard in a song" - Hans Gruber
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GlennCase
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1813
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:41 pm
- Instruments: Yes
- Recording Method: Incorrect methods
- Submitting as: Glenn Case
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Spokane, WA
- Contact:
<b>Glenn Case
Condescending Prick</b>
I hate when all of these memories replay
Within my mind just like I'm seated in an abandoned matinee
And the feature on the screen will make me cringe without fail
And my soda has gone flat and the popcorn's old and stale
Why do I sit around and watch, What am I hoping I will face?
Re-living moments in my life that I'd rather just erase
One of these days, if I could ever find the tapes...
But now I watch the way that it went down, and put my hands around my face
CHORUS
Tell yourself that this was a long time ago
(I know. I know, I know)
And there's no sense in pretending
You can be so damned condescending
(Didn't you hear me, I know)
I can't stand when all of these thoughts of mine take hold
And I would like for it to stop, but it's out of my control
It's like a car that has no brakes, And I'm watching as I drive
For a place to crash this softly as I can, and still survive
I've been warning all the drivers, I've been sounding on my horn
To let you know that there's an accident in progress, so be warned
And I can not look away, but I still don't want to see
I'm just a fool that has selective photographic memory
Condescending Prick</b>
I hate when all of these memories replay
Within my mind just like I'm seated in an abandoned matinee
And the feature on the screen will make me cringe without fail
And my soda has gone flat and the popcorn's old and stale
Why do I sit around and watch, What am I hoping I will face?
Re-living moments in my life that I'd rather just erase
One of these days, if I could ever find the tapes...
But now I watch the way that it went down, and put my hands around my face
CHORUS
Tell yourself that this was a long time ago
(I know. I know, I know)
And there's no sense in pretending
You can be so damned condescending
(Didn't you hear me, I know)
I can't stand when all of these thoughts of mine take hold
And I would like for it to stop, but it's out of my control
It's like a car that has no brakes, And I'm watching as I drive
For a place to crash this softly as I can, and still survive
I've been warning all the drivers, I've been sounding on my horn
To let you know that there's an accident in progress, so be warned
And I can not look away, but I still don't want to see
I'm just a fool that has selective photographic memory
Condescending Prick by Calfborg
Well I take my time in the sun
Oh, sunny day
All of a sudden some human
He brings the rain
Hey buddy, I don't even know you
So why am I below you?
This condescending prick
I don't wanna take your shit
It's people I despise 'cause they fuck up my life
Condescending pricks make me misanthropic
So what do we do?
Say fuck the world
And if it stays?
Rain, go away
Let me endure this polluted day
If only before my body decays
Well I take my time in the sun
Oh, sunny day
All of a sudden some human
He brings the rain
Hey buddy, I don't even know you
So why am I below you?
This condescending prick
I don't wanna take your shit
It's people I despise 'cause they fuck up my life
Condescending pricks make me misanthropic
So what do we do?
Say fuck the world
And if it stays?
Rain, go away
Let me endure this polluted day
If only before my body decays
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Leaf
- Churchill
- Posts: 2438
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 2:19 pm
- Instruments: Drums, guitar, bass, vocals.
- Recording Method: Cubase
- Submitting as: Leaf 62, Gert, Boon Liver, Leaf and Twig, Tom Skillman, A bunch of other stuff.
- Location: Campbell River, B.C.
- Contact:
Condescending Prick
You moan and deeply feel the hurt that haunts you...
...with your blank stare and glazed eyes
Yes I guess it's true
You got no fuckin clue
You make no effort to change, no duty to your mind...
...just self pity and lame lies
It might not be kind
To see you this maligned
CHORUS:
When you dumb down, my method's quick
It's too much fun to be a ... condescending prick
When you're mislead to think you're something slick
It's too much fun to be a ... condescending prick
You act suprised that I'd act this way...
...it's the acting I despise
Well it's time to pay
Cause you let your brain decay
(CHORUS)
You seem to have no clue, the little things you do that make me tear into you
You see to got no clue, it's those little things you do that make me tear into you
(CHORUS)
You moan and deeply feel the hurt that haunts you...
...with your blank stare and glazed eyes
Yes I guess it's true
You got no fuckin clue
You make no effort to change, no duty to your mind...
...just self pity and lame lies
It might not be kind
To see you this maligned
CHORUS:
When you dumb down, my method's quick
It's too much fun to be a ... condescending prick
When you're mislead to think you're something slick
It's too much fun to be a ... condescending prick
You act suprised that I'd act this way...
...it's the acting I despise
Well it's time to pay
Cause you let your brain decay
(CHORUS)
You seem to have no clue, the little things you do that make me tear into you
You see to got no clue, it's those little things you do that make me tear into you
(CHORUS)
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GlennCase
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1813
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:41 pm
- Instruments: Yes
- Recording Method: Incorrect methods
- Submitting as: Glenn Case
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Spokane, WA
- Contact:
<b>Glenn Case
Sore Winner</b>
I'll go down swinging when I lose
Proudly displaying every bruise
I'll take my punishment, 'Cause I can dish it out
This is war
And I am sore
I'll re-direct the pain I feel
I'll make it yours, I'll make it real
You'll have to make me fall because I won't retreat
If I don't drop
I'll end on top
If I'm not so good at winning it's because I'm out of practice
And, frankly, I've been taken by surprise
I've been roughed up and beat
And I expect defeat
I threw everything I had at them, and now it is complete
And I have won
And I admit that I am feeling slightly stunned
Because I had a lot to overcome
The fight is done
Somehow I won
I wear my honor like a badge
At times that's all a fighter has
I concentrated on just staying on my feet
I won't be swayed
I will be brave
I see a tunnel, I see red
I push myself full speed ahead
If it doesn't kill me, It only makes me strong
I won't leave, 'til I can't bleed
If I'm not so good at winning it's because it's unexpected
Although it's not as if I haven't tried
I've been cut up and hurt
My wounds are full of dirt
If I win things fairly, I will have put in the work
ROCK!
Glenn (DR FUNK)
http://glenncase.songhole.org
Sore Winner</b>
I'll go down swinging when I lose
Proudly displaying every bruise
I'll take my punishment, 'Cause I can dish it out
This is war
And I am sore
I'll re-direct the pain I feel
I'll make it yours, I'll make it real
You'll have to make me fall because I won't retreat
If I don't drop
I'll end on top
If I'm not so good at winning it's because I'm out of practice
And, frankly, I've been taken by surprise
I've been roughed up and beat
And I expect defeat
I threw everything I had at them, and now it is complete
And I have won
And I admit that I am feeling slightly stunned
Because I had a lot to overcome
The fight is done
Somehow I won
I wear my honor like a badge
At times that's all a fighter has
I concentrated on just staying on my feet
I won't be swayed
I will be brave
I see a tunnel, I see red
I push myself full speed ahead
If it doesn't kill me, It only makes me strong
I won't leave, 'til I can't bleed
If I'm not so good at winning it's because it's unexpected
Although it's not as if I haven't tried
I've been cut up and hurt
My wounds are full of dirt
If I win things fairly, I will have put in the work
ROCK!
Glenn (DR FUNK)
http://glenncase.songhole.org
Sore Winner by Calfborg
Life is for losing
The infinite fall
Dead spirit
You've not an incling
What's on your back
What's on your shoulder
You killed her
At least give me that
Losing your spirit
Losing your mind
Winning is backwards
Sore beyond time
You killed her
Even though you were the winner
You killed her
Because she played her radio late at night
Life is for losing
The infinite fall
Dead spirit
You've not an incling
What's on your back
What's on your shoulder
You killed her
At least give me that
Losing your spirit
Losing your mind
Winning is backwards
Sore beyond time
You killed her
Even though you were the winner
You killed her
Because she played her radio late at night
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Mogosagatai
- Goldman
- Posts: 717
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 3:09 pm
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j$
- Ibárruri
- Posts: 5374
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:33 am
- Instruments: Bass, keyboards, singin', guitar
- Submitting as: Johnny Cashpoint
- Location: London, Engerllaaannnddd
- Contact:
Johnny Cashpoint's Space Pub - Don't Judge Me
Features drum samples from Leaf 62's 'Sore Winner' and 'El Balazo' and Female vox sampled from Wreckdom's 'El Balazo'.
St Peter, put down that book of right and wrong
St Peter throw open those old Pearly Gates
No, you don't get to judge me
No, you don't even get to say my name
St Peter, don't grumble - life is just too short
I'm down on the guest list, a VIP
Say Peter, You know me, from way back when,
God owes me a favour, I'm here to collect
No, you don't get to judge me
No, you don't even get to say my name
(handclaps and bass solo)
call & response section: cos all that you can do to me (it's already been done to me)
I've lived an evil life, it's true, (lied and raped and stolen but)
But Heaven can not keep me out, (I've found a way in round the back)
Murdered by a terrorist, (a jihad makes me innocent so)
Open up those doors and let me in
No, you don't get to judge me
No, you don't even get to say my name
Features drum samples from Leaf 62's 'Sore Winner' and 'El Balazo' and Female vox sampled from Wreckdom's 'El Balazo'.
St Peter, put down that book of right and wrong
St Peter throw open those old Pearly Gates
No, you don't get to judge me
No, you don't even get to say my name
St Peter, don't grumble - life is just too short
I'm down on the guest list, a VIP
Say Peter, You know me, from way back when,
God owes me a favour, I'm here to collect
No, you don't get to judge me
No, you don't even get to say my name
(handclaps and bass solo)
call & response section: cos all that you can do to me (it's already been done to me)
I've lived an evil life, it's true, (lied and raped and stolen but)
But Heaven can not keep me out, (I've found a way in round the back)
Murdered by a terrorist, (a jihad makes me innocent so)
Open up those doors and let me in
No, you don't get to judge me
No, you don't even get to say my name