šŸŽµ Favourite lyrics in a song

Oh and all I taught her was everything
Oh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything

and also

I know someday youā€™ll have a beautiful life

I know youā€™ll be a star

In somebody elseā€™s sky
But why
Why
Why canā€™t it be
Why canā€™t it be mine

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In a totally different tone

I donā€™t ever want to hate you
So donā€™t show me your bed
The only roads are cul-de-sacs
The only ends are dead

I donā€™t ever want to hate you
Itā€™s not part of the plan
So keep your charm where I canā€™t see it
And your hands where I can

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God save The Queen, a fascist regimeā€¦

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That song got me into Killer Mike. R.A.P. Music is one of my favourite albums. ā€œAnywhere But Hereā€ and ā€œUntitledā€ have got such serious bass that they make me want to install a massive fucking subwoofer in my car and see how high I can bunny hop on the M6.

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Itā€™s a brilliant album, innit? I donā€™t always agree with him but he gives you a bit to chew over; a thoughtful opinion. And then he gives you Run The Jewels, which is some of the best party music.

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Heā€™s a dude. Saw RTJ at Glastonbury this year. KM told the crowd to go wild, but specifically told the blokes that if they tried to use this to touch up the ladies, heā€™d be after them. It was perfect.

As to the qualities of that album, it avoids most of the tropes associated with the genre. Itā€™s an album of short stories, basically. from the hilarious JoJoā€™s Chillinā€™ to the historical Reagan to the disappointment of having Atlantaā€™s officials, a majority black constitution in a majority black US city, still manages to preside over a city in which black people are disproportionately killed in ā€œAnywhere But Hereā€.

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You shared this on Twitter and Killer Mike liked it. I feel all funny inside.

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All the lies that you make up? What atā€™s the back of your mind?

Oh you face your I can see and itā€™s desperately kind. whatā€™s at the back of your mind?

Two Icy cold hands conducting the way, itā€™s the Eskimo blood in my veins.

This way that way, this way that they, god how sex implores you

Wrong lyrics :slight_frown:

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Best lyrical song

Every so often a song really captures the mood or says everything I want to say. This does it for me right now - not great lyrics just simple, angry, apposite.

ā€œStop asking musicians what they thinkā€
He said softly as he poured himself a second drink
And outside, the world slipped over the brink
We all thought we had nothing to lose
That we could trust in crossed fingers and horseshoes
That everything would work out, no matter what we choose

The first time it was a tragedy
The second time is a farce
Outside itā€™s 1933 so Iā€™m hitting the bar

But I donā€™t know whatā€™s going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isnā€™t one that makes me feel warm
Donā€™t go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donā€™t go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn

If I was of the greatest generation Iā€™d be pissed
Surveying the world that I built slipping back into this
Iā€™d be screaming at my grandkids: ā€œWe already did thisā€
Be suspicious of simple answers
That shitā€™s for fascists and maybe teenagers
You canā€™t fix the world if all you have is a hammer

The first time it was a tragedy
The second time is a farce
Outside itā€™s 1933 so Iā€™m hitting the bar

But I donā€™t know whatā€™s going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isnā€™t one that makes me feel warm
Donā€™t go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donā€™t go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
For the dawn

Arenā€™t you ashamed of this?
I surely hope that you are
We live in a society thatā€™s maybe heading for Mars

But down here we still have a shower of bastards leading the charge
Outside itā€™s 1933 so Iā€™m hitting the bar

But I donā€™t know whatā€™s going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isnā€™t one that makes me feel warm
Donā€™t go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donā€™t go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donā€™t go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donā€™t go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn

[spoiler]Frank Turner, 1933.

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Yep good ladā€¦on a more optimistic noteā€¦

Historyā€™s been leaning on me lately
I can feel the future breathing down my neck
And all the things I thought were true
When I was young, and you were too
Turned out to be broken
And I donā€™t know what comes next

In a world that has decided
That itā€™s going to lose its mind
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind

Theyā€™ve started raising walls around the world now
Like hackles raised upon a cornered cat
On the borders, in our heads
Between things that can and canā€™t be said
Weā€™ve stopped talking to each other
And thereā€™s something wrong with that

So before you go out searching
Donā€™t decide what you will find
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind

You should know youā€™re not alone
And trouble comes, and trouble goes
How this ends, no one knows
So holdā€¦

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I like the sentiment here, but something about it feels odd coming from the guy that argued the BNP were ā€œHard-Leftā€.

Probably just me being petty like.

In my experience, hard left and hard right meet in the middleā€¦both totalitarian bigots.

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ā€œDonā€™t charge me with the Rescue Bluesā€

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Only going forward cannot find reverse.

The firm circa 198ish

You say you are a holy man, but what is it you do
From where I stand is nothing but a hollow man I see

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Let me not be too consumed with this world
Sometimes I want to go home
And stay out of sight for a long time

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