random mopey lyrics thread...

[nobody]

been listening to too much Bauhaus today. I like these especially right now...

All We Ever Wanted Was Everything
All we ever wanted was everything
All we ever got was cold
Get up, eat jelly
Sandwich bars, and barbed wire
Squash every week into a day


A Spy in the Cab
Hidden in the dashboard
The unseen mechanized eye
Under surveillance
The road is full of cats eyes
It's sick function to pry
The spy in the cab


Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?
All our stories burnt
Our films lost in the rushes
We can't paint any pictures
As the moon had all our brushes


and for all you sweet romantics out there...

Crowds
For you I came to forsake
Lay wide despise and hate
I sing of you in my demented songs
For you and your stimulations
Take what you can of me
Rip what you can off me
And this I'll say to you
And hope that it gets through

You worthless b/tch
You fickle sh/t
You would spit on me
You would make me spit
And when the Judas hour arrives
And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize
I'll still be here as strong as you
And I'll walk away in spite of you

[-Jar-]

..oh, to be the cream

[ForeverAutumn]

and for all you sweet romantics out there...

Crowds
For you I came to forsake
Lay wide despise and hate
I sing of you in my demented songs
For you and your stimulations
Take what you can of me
Rip what you can off me
And this I'll say to you
And hope that it gets through

You worthless b/tch
You fickle sh/t
You would spit on me
You would make me spit
And when the Judas hour arrives
And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize
I'll still be here as strong as you
And I'll walk away in spite of you

So romantic...makes me kinda weepy.

I didn't even know that Bauhaus were still around until I noticed, last week, that they're coming to town.

Hey! That rhymed. I should become a songwriter, eh?

[Dusty Chalk]

Crowds
For you I came to forsake
Lay wide despise and hate
I sing of you in my demented songs
For you and your stimulations
Take what you can of me
Rip what you can off me
And this I'll say to you
And hope that it gets through

You worthless b/tch
You fickle sh/t
You would spit on me
You would make me spit
And when the Judas hour arrives
And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize
I'll still be here as strong as you
And I'll walk away in spite of you

One of my favourites, but its strength is in the delivery -- Peter Murphy sounds like he's practically spitting on the microphone.

[BarryL]

So romantic...makes me kinda weepy.

I didn't even know that Bauhaus were still around until I noticed, last week, that they're coming to town.

Hey! That rhymed. I should become a songwriter, eh?

Rhyme, that is. But you thought it did. So that makes you qualified to become a songwriter. In fact, I would go so far as to say that now you are a songwriter. So you too can be in the same category as Bono and Dylan.

Congratulations.

BTW, I consider this post to be song lyrics, so I'm in that category too!

Lyrics copyright 2005, B. Linetsky,. All Rights Reserved. SOCAN

[bobsticks]

How do you get more mopey than the King of Slackers...

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps sayin I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park

Yo, cut it.

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's got on the pole shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of a folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string

Slap the turkey neck and it's hangin from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax, fallin' on a termite
That's chokin on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz)
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)

Yo bring it on down
Sooooooy...
(Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?)
(I'm a driver, I'm a winner; things are gonna change, I can feel it.)

Soy un perdidor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby)
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin?)