Well i searched everywhere and I can't find the old song lyric exchange, so I started another.
Little Conversations, by Concrete Blonde
The little conversation
Is over very soon
And I watch in admiration
From my corner of the room.
They shine on you with starry eyes...
They rain a friendly storm.
Like kids around a christmas tree
And then you smile all nice and warm
The little conversations
If I tried my very best
You know I never could say anything
In twenty words or less.
Somewhere, sometime, down the line
Someday I may confess,
And spill it all. that’s all
The little conversations
On me are very rough
They leave me all in pieces
You know there’s never time enough
Like a book with missing pages
Like a story incomplete
Like a painting left unfinished
It feels like not enough to eat.
Starvin’
These little conversations
Well for me they’ll never do
Now what am I supposed to do with
Broken sentences of you?
I’ll stay in my corner `cause
That’s all that I can do
And let the others speak for me.
Little conversations
Are we.
'Dirt' by The Stooges
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don't care
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don't care
‘Cause I’m burning inside
I'm just a yearning inside
And I'm the fire o' life
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
‘Cause I’m burning inside
I'm just a dreaming this life
And do you feel it?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
There's a fire
Well, it’s a fire
It was just a burning
Yeah, alright
Ooh!
Burning inside
Burning
Just a dreaming
Just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
Well i believe in gettin' drunk, believe in gettin' stoned,
And I believe that Jesus Christ was the greatest man to roam.
But there's this strange idea that when we reach our goal,
That some judgemental b@stard will take away our souls.
What do you believe in?
Well there's not much to tell.
What do you believe in?
Well i don't believe in hell.
An' I don't believe in the Koran or what the Bible says,
An' I believe this mortal life is just another phase.
But there's this strange idea that when we reach our goal,
That some judgemental b@stard will take away our souls.
What do you believe in?
There's not too much to tell.
What do you believe in?
I don't belive in hell.
"Moving on" by Donna Williams
The air is heavy, my mind is a mess.
I think I'm turning anorexic and forgot to dress again.
I think maybe I'm crazy. I think maybe I'm out of my head.
And my favourite socks are growing fuzz under my bed, under my bed,
my socks are growing fuzz under my bed.
I'm packing up, shipping out, lost my mind without a doubt.
Get off my case, get out my face, I'm moving on.
The atmosphere has got me clearing out.
I'm moving on, leave my mind alone.
I'm moving on, don't keep me on the phone.
I'm moving on. Moving on.
The fridge is empty, my light bulb has blown.
I think I'm turning agoraphobic, there's the goddamn phone again.
I think maybe I'm absent. I think maybe I left me behind.
And I'm watching out for boogie man, you never know who you might find, who you might find, like the boogie man.
You never know who you might find.
I'm packing up, shipping out, lost my mind without a doubt.
Get off my case, get out my face, I'm moving on.
The atmosphere has got me clearing out.
I'm moving on, leave my mind alone.
I'm moving on, don't keep me on the phone.
I'm moving on. Moving on.
It's five a.m. and the clock just went three.
I'm feeling quite ballistic and the cat's got fleas again.
I'm feeling kind of wild.
I'm feeling like I'm going insane.
And I just hung all the clothes outside and now it starts to rain, it starts to rain.
I just hung all the clothes and it starts to rain.
I'm packing up, shipping out, lost my mind without a doubt.
Get off my case, get out my face, I'm moving on.
The atmosphere has got me clearing out.
I'm moving on, leave my mind alone.
I'm moving on, don't keep me on the phone.
I'm moving on. Moving on.
I'm moving on, leave my mind alone.
I'm moving on, don't keep me on the phone.
I'm moving on. Moving on.
Is this the real life,
Is this just fantasy,
caught in a land-slide,
no escape from reality,
open your eyes,
look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy,
I need no sympathy,
'cos it's easy come, easy go,
little high, little low,
Hit me where the wind blows,
It dosn't really matter to me,
to me.
Mumma, just killed a man,
put a gun against his head,
pulled my trigger, now he's dead,
mumma, life has just begun,
but now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mumma, oooooooooooo,
Didn't mean to make you cry,
if I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
carry on, carry on,
'cos it dosn't realy matter,
to, me.
It's too late,
my time has come,
it sends shivers down my spine,
body's aching all the time,
goodbye, everybody,
I've got to go,
gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
I see a little silhouetteo of a man,
scramouch, scramouch, will you do the fandango!
Thunderbolt of lightning, very, very frightening,
Galleleo, Galleleo,
Galleleo, Galleleo,
Galleleo, Figaro,
Magnificooooooooooooooo,
I am just a poor boy, no-body loves me,
HE IS JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAMILY!
SPARE HIM HIS LIFE FROM THIS MONSTROSITY!!
easy come, easy go,
will you let me go,
est vil la nooooooooo
we will not let him go
let him go!
est vil la nooooooooo
we will not let him go
let him go!
will not let you go!
let him go!
will not let you go
let me gooooooooooooooooooo,
no no NO NO NO!
oh mumma mia mumma mia,
mumma mia let me go!
bestesbulzibar, has the devil put aside in me, for me, for mEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
(start the headbanging solo bit now)
so you think you can love me and spit in my eye!
so you think you can love me and leave me to die?
oh, baby!
can't do this to me baby,
just gota get out!
just gotta get right out of here!
nothing really matters,
anyone can see,
nothing really matters,
yes,
nothing really matters,
to me.
QUEEN, bohemian raphsody.
i think....
Ramones - I'm Against It
Well I'm against it
I'm against it
Well I'm against it
I'm against it
I don't like politics
I don't like communists
I don't like games and fun
I don't like anyone
And I'm against...
I don't like Jesus freaks
I don't like circus geeks
I don't like summer and spring
I don't like anything
I don't like sex and drugs
I don't like waterbugs
I don't care about poverty
All I care about is me
And I'm against...
I don't like playing ping pong
I don't like the Viet Cong
I don't like Burger King
I don't like anything
And I'm against...
Well I'm against it
I'm against it
Bowl of Oranges by Bright Eyes
The rain it started tapping on the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreaming so I got out of it
And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
Just my night stand and my dresser
Where those nightmares had just been
So I dressed myself and left then out into the gray streets
But everything seemed different and completely new to me
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
And each person I encountered I couldn't wait to meet
Then I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health
I said there is nothing that I can do for you
That you can't do for yourself
He said oh yes you can, just hold my hand
I think that that would help
So I sat with him awhile then I asked him how he felt
He said I think I'm cured
No in fact I'm sure of it
Thank you stranger, for your therapeutic smile
So that's how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone
And your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna grow
But when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself
It's best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope
That's why I'm singing baby don't worry, cause now I got you back
And every time you feel like crying you know I'll try and make you laugh
But if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we'll wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company through those days so long and black
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall
Then I think we'd see the beauty there and stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told by the fault lines and the soil
Beck:
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Man[spoken]: "What about those who swing both ways: AC-DC's?
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Oh, dear me. Make Out City is a two-horse town
girl[spoken]: "That's beautiful, Dad."
(Get my microphone....)
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
I got plastic on my mind
Telephone plastic baby
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
[robot vocal effect] I got two turntables and a microphone
take me home in my elevator bones!
Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hyponotizers
move through the womb like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Here-suits with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man get loose while I rock the most
In the Flesh - Pink Floyd
So ya
Thought ya
Might like to
go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I've got some bad news for you sunshine
Pink isn't well he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
And we're going to find out where you fans
Really stand
Are there any queers in the theatre tonight
Get 'em up against the wall
That one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riff raff into the room
There's one smoking a joint and
Another with spots
If I had my way I'd have all of you shot
Green grass and high tides - The Outlaws
In a place you only dream of
Where your soul is always free
Silver stages, golden curtains
Filled my head, plain as can be
As a rainbow grew round the sun
All the stars I've love who died
Came from somewhere beyond the scene you see
These lovely people played just for me
Now if I let you see this place
Where stories all ring true
Will you let me past your face
To see what's really you
It's not for me I ask these questions
As though I were a king
For you have to love, believe and feel
Before the burst of tamborines take you there
Those who don't believe me
Find your souls and set them free
Those who do, believe and love
As time will be your key
Time and time again I've thanked them
For a piece of mind
They helped me find myself
Amongst the music and the ryhme
That enchants you there
Green grass and high tides forever
Castles of stone souls and glory
Lost faces say we adore you
As kings and queens bow and play for you
Soundgarden : Black hole sun
In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
The sun
In my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
’neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I’ll hear you
Scream again
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come
Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes
Far too long
For snakes
In my shoes
A walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings
Like you
Anymore
Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just
Disappear
Shout by tears for fears
Chorus
Shout
Shout
Let it aloud
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I’m talking to you
Come on
(repeat)
In violent times
You shouldn’t have to sell your soul
In black and white
They really really ought to know
Those one track minds
That took you for a working boy
Kiss them goodbye
You shouldn’t have to jump for joy
You shouldn’t have to jump for joy
They gave you life
And in return you gave them hell
As cold as ice
I hope we live to tell the tale
I hope we live to tell the tale
Chorus(x2)
And when you’ve taken down your guard
If I could change your mind
I’d really love to break your heart
I’d really love to break your heart
Chorus
Chorus
If I had it my way
It happened on a Monday,
Well, I was so drunk it could have been a Tuesday too,
He pulled up in his flashy car,
A brand new B M W,
He stepped out wearing his black shoes,
A pressed black suit and a black tie,
It's not that I'm spiteful,
I swear it wasn't me who slashed his tires,
If I had it my way, I'd have both of you lined up,
Against that red wall and I'd have both of you shot.
You bounced out of your house,
Looking like Andie McDowell,
Straight into his arms,
He was looking like that Scientologist Tom Cruise,
You didn't see me,
I was sitting up a tree,
It's not that I was spying,
It's just one of life's little coincidences,
If I had it my way, I'd have both of you lined up,
Against that red wall and I'd have both of you shot.
He put his arm around you,
In the parking lot when you got home,
Both of you went in to drink some tea,
I never saw the lights come on,
And then when I phoned you,
You told me that you'd been asleep,
It's not that I'm suspicious,
But how can you drink tea in the dark?
If I had it my way, I'd have both of you lined up,
Against that red wall and I'd have both of you shot.
- Mark Born -