Truly Meaningful Song Lyrics

[Clown]

Dan - Gotta love metal for lyrics that are true, not like most other genre's that are all about making $$$.

[boofis]

yep, great lyrics I know I know :)

[dysolve]

bush- comedown

 

 

love and hate get it wrong :: she cut me right back down to size :: sleep the day let it fade :: who was there to take your place :: no one knows never will :: mostly me mostly you :: what do you say do you do :: when it all comes down :: i don't want to come back down from this :: cloud :: taken me all this time to find out what i :: need :: and i'm doing fine now :: there is no blame only shame :: when you beg you just complain :: more i come more i try :: all police are paranoid :: so am i - so's the future :: so are you - be a creature :: what do you say do you do when it all :: comes down

 

if you have a Nirvana listen to the songs and pay attention, they seem not to make sence at first but just listen...

[Clown]

Pantera - Walk

 

Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence

One step from lashing out at you...

You want in to get under my skin

And call yourself a friend

I've got more friends like you

What do I do?

 

[Pre]

Is there no standard anymore?

What it takes, who I am, where I've been

Belong

You can't be something you're not

Be yourself, by yourself

Stay away from me

A lesson learned in life

Known from the dawn of time

 

[Chorus]

Respect, walk

 

Run your mouth when I'm not around

It's easy to achieve

You cry to weak friends that sympathize

Can you hear the violins playing you song?

Those same friends tell me your every word

 

[Pre]

 

[Chorus]

 

Are you talking to me?

No way punk

[mikeys toy[RL]]

i can't believe i forgot these two...

johnny cash's version;

 

I hurt myself today

to see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

the only thing that's real

the needle tears a hole

the old familiar sting

try to kill it all away

but I remember everything

what have I become?

my sweetest friend

everyone I know

goes away in the end

and you could have it all

my empire of dirt

 

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

 

I wear this crown of thorns

upon my liar's chair

full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

beneath the stains of time

the feelings disappear

you are someone else

I am still right here

 

what have I become?

my sweetest friend

everyone I know

goes away in the end

and you could have it all

my empire of dirt

 

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

 

if I could start again

a million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way

 

 

sunday morning coming down- cash

Well, I woke up Sunday morning

With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,

So I had one more for dessert.

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes

And found my cleanest dirty shirt.

Then I washed my face and combed my hair

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

 

I'd smoked my mind the night before

With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Playing with a can that he was kicking.

Then I walked across the street

And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.

And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost

Somewhere, somehow along the way.

 

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down.

 

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And listened to the songs they were singing.

Then I headed down the street,

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,

And it echoed through the canyon

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

 

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down.

[Dan]

Frank Sinatra - My Way :)