Lyrics

[Elizabeth]

ese,
I just dled that song, I hadn't heard anything from slightly stoopid so had to check it out. I really dig it.

Another goodie. . .

Lamb - Gabriel

i can fly
but I want his wings
i can shine even in the darkness
but I crave the light that he brings
revel in the songs that he sings
my angel gabriel

i can love
but I need his heart
i am strong even on my own
but from him I never want to part
he's been there since the very start
my angel gabriel
my angel gabriel

bless the day he came to be
angel's wings carried him to me
heavenly
i can fly
but I want his wings
i can shine even in the darkness
but I crave the light that he brings
revel in the songs that he sings
my angel gabriel
my angel gabriel
my angel gabriel

[Elizabeth]

Gotta love Bob Dylan.

[warmseth]

"it doesn't mean that much to me, to mean that much to you"- neil young

[Terrible Viking]

Honey Chile, as I paddle up this river looking back
I see a bump on the levee,
I'm missing one burlap sack - and Honey Chile.
- Billy Joe Shaver

-R.

[danj1111]

warmseth..

is that from heart of gold.

elizabeth. good call. thanks for playing -guess the lyrics-. you've just won 2 billion dollars.

[lilyournamelil]

danj1111....

ok lemme clarify myself. i said ONE of the best guitaristS. yeah theres so many other great guitarists out there. but john mayer's guitar skills r insane. if u've ever seen him play live it's amazing. and also that he can play all those crazy chords and wut not and sing at the same time u know. i mean he's not the best singer in the world, but he's able to pulls it off. juss my opinion u know...

also....DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL.....lyrics are AWESOME

[danj1111]

I'll go for that. sorry to be such a prick anyway.

I've never seen him live, and I know he was at Berkley for a while so I figure he's got some pretty good licks.

cool.

[D-White]

I wanna tell you a story
'bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
Oh, she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
Ain't exaclty small
42-39-56
You can say she's got it all
Never had a woman
Never had a woman like you
Doin' all the things
Doin' all the things you do
Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin and bone
But you give it all you got
Weighin' in at nineteen stone
You're a whole lot of woman
A whole lot of woman
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman
Oh honey you can do it
Do it to me all night long
Only one that turns
Only one that turns me on
All through the night-time
Right around the clock
To my surprise
Rosie never stops
You're a whole lot of woman
A whole lot of woman
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman

-AC/DC

[krakrazor]

How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
Picture myself a old man a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liers all day
Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin' else)
Soul on ice death threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to
So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain
Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game
Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue"
It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue
Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel
Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life
Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes


Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death
The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest
(I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak)
The money's ya religion sky the limit live life
Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife
The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream
Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king
Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck
Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society
Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety
Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms
Beautiful ladies on their arms
Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas
Rubbin my lips with Campophenique
Still behind the ears wet turned out to be
Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares...
(Nah that was weak there)
My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale
Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell
It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real
I can't fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style
And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie
My nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap this can't be
My book of rhymes

[D-White]

"I have found some kind of temporary sanity
in this shit, blood, and cum on my hands"

-Tool, "Prison Sex"



Gotta say that I'm having fun with this topic...