Zappa.com

whats your favourite lyrics ?
list as many diffrent songs as u like

"Mother People" is my favorite
when it's said "Found a way to get to you . . ."
this let me dream that Frank will come back.

_________________
'N then I might just Jump back on An' ride Like a cowboy Into the dawn to Montana

My name is Mud - Primus "Six foot two and rude as hell / Gotta get him in the ground before he starts to smell"

Gravitational Constant Type-O Negative
"suicide is self-expression"

Flakes - Zappa

_________________

Join the PackardGoose forum! Send me a PM!

Anal Cunt I Snuck a Retard Into a Sperm Bank Lyrics


YOU FUCKING DYKE
YOU DIDN'T WANT TO GET TOUCHED BY A MAN
YOU WANTED TO BE A STRONG SINGLE MOTHER
YOU ORDERED A SENSITIVE, GAY POETS SPERM

I SNUCK A RETARD IN TO A SPERM BANK
I SNUCK A RETARD IN TO A SPERM BANK
I SNUCK A RETARD IN TO A SPERM BANK
I SNUCK A RETARD IN TO A SPERM BANK

INSTEAD OF A BRIGHT POET OFFSPRING
YOU'RE STUCK WITH A DROOLING RETARD
YOU WENT BROKE PAYING FOR SPECIAL CARE
YOU'RE GIRLFRIEND LEFT YOU FOR ANOTHER WOMAN

I SNUCK A RETARD IN TO A SPERM BANK
I SNUCK A RETARD IN TO A SPERM BANK
I SNUCK A RETARD IN TO A SPERM BANK
I SNUCK A RETARD IN TO A SPERM BANK

_________________

Buy Zappa records, they keep ya regular, they are really good for ya...

_________________
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true Art and Science. - Albert Einstein

"You're an asshole, You're an asshole, that's right...

You're an asshole, You're an asshole, yes, yes..."

Welcome to the Zappa Forum... Enjoy yer stay!

_________________
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true Art and Science. - Albert Einstein

They call it THE EARTH
Which is a dumb kinda name
But they named it right
'Cause we behave the same...
We are dumb all over
Dumb all over,
Yes we are
Dumb all over,
Near 'n far
Dumb all over,
Black 'n white
People, we is not wrapped tight

_________________
stroke me pompadour!

Forgot my favourite offense:
You are just a waste of sperm,
the way you look makes my stomach turn,
the way you think is no way at all,
God do you really think that you've got balls?
I HATE YOU!
(Verbal Abuse, I hate you)

_________________

Join the PackardGoose forum! Send me a PM!

Here are some really well-written lyrics:

The Fall - The NWRA

When it happened we walked through all the estates, from
Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped a large
man on his own chase off some kids who were chucking bricks and
stuff through his flat window. She had a way with people like that.
Thanked us and we moved on.

'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English
Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned
it into a love song. How they did it I don't know. DJs had
worsened since the rising. Elaborating on nothing in praise of
the track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephone
voices.

I was mad, and laughed at the same time. The West German
government had brought over large yellow trains on Teeside docks.
In Edinburgh. I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about
in the, er, pissing rain, before the Queen Mother hit town.

I'm Joe Totale
The yet unborn son
The North will rise again
The North will rise again
Not in 10,000 years
Too many people cower to criminals
And government crap
The estates stick up like stacks
The North will rise again
Look where you are
Look where you are
The future death of my father

Shift!

Tony was a business friend
Of RT XVII
And was an opportunist man
Come, come hear my story
How he set out to corrupt and destroy
This future Rising

The business friend came round today
With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck
I threw him to the ground
His blue shirt stained red
The north will rise again.
He said you are mistaken, friend
I kicked him out of the home

Too many people cower to criminals
And that government pap
When all it takes is hard slap

But out the window burned the roads
There were men with bees on sticks
The fall had made them sick
A man with butterflies on his face
His brother threw acid in his face
His tatoos were screwed
The streets of Soho did reverberate
With drunken Highland men
Revenge for Culloden dead
The North had rose again
But it would turn out wrong
The North will rise again

So R. Totale dwells underground
Away from sickly grind
With ostrich head-dress
Face a mess, covered in feathers
Orange-red with blue-black lines
That draped down to his chest
Body are a tentacle mess
And light blue plant-heads
TV showed Sam Chippendale
No conception of what he'd made
The Arndale had been razed
Shop staff knocked off their ladders
Security guards hung from moving escalators

And now that is said
Tony seized the control
He built his base in Edinburgh
Had on his hotel wall
A hooded friar on a tractor
He took a bluey and he called Totale
Who said, "the North has rose again"
But it will turn out wrong

When I was in cabaret
I vowed to defend
All of the English clergy
Though they have done wrong
And the fall has begun
This has got out of hand
I will go for foreign aid
But he Tony, laughed down the phone
Said "Totale go back to bed"
The North has rose today
And you can stuff your aid!
And you can stuff your aid!

Killing joke: The beautiful dead.

All mod-cons there was dust on the drums
My electronic beat-box got the job done
Everybody emulates the pulse of the soul
And change you clothes (to make you feel whole)
Effort and sweat was a thing of the past (they said)
Welcome to the world of the beautiful dead.

Money is not our god.

(It's mine) The best things in life are free !
(Mine) I own the beach and the blazing sunset !
(Mine) I own the waves and the fresh air !
(Mine) I drink the milk of the stars and this beautiful moment
Say to yourself - All these things are mine

Money, money money
Money is not our god !

_________________
condamné pour l'eternité

Leonard Cohen - The Smokey Life

I've never seen your eyes so wide.
I've never seen your appetite quite this occupied.
Elsewhere is your feast of love,
I know. Long ago we agreed to keep it light.
So lets be married one more night.
It's light enough, light enough
to let it go.

Remember when the scenery started fading;
I held you `til you learned to walk on air.
So don't look down, the ground is gone,
there's no one waving anyway.
The smokey life is practiced
everywhere.

So set your restless heart at ease.
Take a lesson from these autumn leaves.
They waste no time waiting for the snow.
Don't argue now you'll be late.
There is nothing to investigate.

It's light enough, light enough
to let it go.
Light enough to let it go.

Remember when the scenery started fading;
I held you `til you learned to walk on air.
So don't look down, the ground is gone,
there's no one waving anyway.
The smokey life is practiced everywhere.

Come on back if the moment lends.
You can look up all my very closest friends.

It´s light, light enough, light enough,
to let it go.
Light enough to let it go.

_________________
Solipsism
Herb Recordings
Blog
Shitface
Weird Fields

Fear: I don't care about you

I don't care about you
Fuck you !

Pretty simple, isn't it ?

_________________
condamné pour l'eternité

Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder
I can't forsake you or
Forsqueak you
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder
Confiscate or make you
Late you you
Alifi my larder Alifi my larder
Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololy
Burlybunch, the water mole
Hellyplop and fingerhole
Not a wossit bundy, see ?
For jangle and bojangle
Trip trip
Pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder
(I'm not your larder,
jammy jars and mustard.
I'm not your dinner,
you soppy old custard.
And what's a bololey
when it's a folly?
I'm not your larder,
I'm your dear little dolly.
But when plops get too helly
I'll fill up your belly.
I'm not your larder,
I'm Alife your guarder).
Robert wyatt - Alfie

_________________
www.freewebs.com/simonking - an unacknowledged literary prodigy
simonking1.blogspot.com - an angry recluse's written outpourings

are you guys kidding me?


A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda
A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-rennda-rennda-rahhh
A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda
A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-rennda-rennda-rahhh
A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda
A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-rennda-rennda-rahhh
A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda
A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-rennda-rennda-rahhh

_________________
God! This is a tasty little sucker!

Here she comes walkin'
Lookin' like uh zoo
Hello Moon Hello Moon
Hi Ella high Ella Guru
She knows all the colors that nature do
High Ella high Ella Guru
High yella high red high blue she blew
High Ella high Ella Guru
She do what she mean
She do what she do
Got sumptin' fo' me sumptin' fo' you
She sho' sumptin'
She's young too
Ella Guru Ella Guru
Ella Guru Ella Guru
Ha ha right right
Just dig it
That's right "The Mascara Snake"
Fast 'n bulbous
Tight also
Ella Guru Ella Guru
Ella Guru Ella Guru
High Ella high Ella Guru
Ella Guru

"All your children are poor unfortunate victims of systems beyond their control,"

_________________
" . . . On the outside now . . ."

In loving memory of my most lethal ex-lover, who was the most thorough pathological liar I ever met, (save for my friend Hank's girlfriend, the imfamous Donna).

It's a sing-a-long

http://znakomi.com/zappaforum/2006/Exac ... Wanted.mp3

EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED, by Helmet

I'm not so good realizing
Who I can or cannot trust
It's best to keep what matters vague
With harmless lies I can adjust

I get a D for disappointment
Now there's nothing to regret
Everybody's good for something
At least you know what you won't get

I let you down again
What's another harmless
Lie between friends?
Now you can be disappointed
I thought I gave you just exactly
What you wanted

(from this CD):
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/de ... c&n=507846

_________________
Lesser-evilism IS war.

Brutal Truth: Monetary Gain


Corruption of power.
Leads into darkness.
Mind control.
Thoughts to devour.

Monetary gain.
Profit from pain.

Cash for death.
Life is wealth.
The largest sum.
Can not be won.

Decay.
Of all morality.
Destroying.
All rights to charity.

Corruption of power.
Leads into darkness.
Mind control.
Thoughts to devour.

Cannibal Corpse: Murder Worship

Homage to our god, the act of killing bears us
closer to his grace, beyond the void of darkness
every drop of blood, a chance to deify us
Bring is to our lord our killings transcending,
convictions of pure violence, unrelenting

Devotion drips from my jagged blade
My righteous hate fuels unyielding rage
Sacramental slaughter for faith
In the homicidal doctrine he creates

Decapitated heads adorn the holy altar
kneeling at its base, we stare in veneration
every single death, brought us closer to him
Take us to our lord our bloodlust evolving,
enshrining the bodies, evil emerging

Hate rips through flesh and bone
The dogma states that it must be done
We adhere to the holy text
More must die if we are to advance

Pray to our god
with blood we praise his epic acts of hate and homicidal glory, legendary murders
trust in our lord
leads us to kill in the same way that he did, sever all the heads in sacrificial splendor
he is close now
Soon he will be amoung us leading, violence, ruin, divinity, homicide

Kneeling in the blood, we see our master watching
look behind his eyes, a soul so ruthless, perfect
transfixed by his gaze, his congregation waiting
we summoned him here by doing his bidding
now he will slay us, circle completed

Artierial spray paints the temple red
Our masters advent brought us death
Rapturous screaming fills these hallowed halls
blood soaked paradise awaits us all


Joni Mitchell: Coyote

No regrets Coyote
We just come from such different sets of circumstance
I'm up all night in the studios
And you're up early on your ranch
You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail
While the sun is ascending
And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel...
There's no comprehending
Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes
And the lips you can get
And still feel so alone
And still feel related
Like stations in some relay
You're not a hit and run driver, no, no
Racing away
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

We saw a farmhouse burning down
In the middle of nowhere
In the middle of the night
And we rolled right past that tragedy
Till we turned into some road house lights
Where a local band was playing
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
And the next thing I know
That Coyote's at my door
He pins me in a corner and he won't take "No!"
He drags me out on the dance floor
And we're dancing close and slow
Now he's got a woman at home
He's got another woman down the hall
He seems to want me anyway
Why'd you have to get so drunk
And lead me on that way
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines of the freeway

I looked a Coyote right in the face
On the road to Baljennie near my old home town
He went running thru the whisker wheat
Chasing some prize down
And a hawk was playing with him
Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes
He had those same eyes - just like yours
Under your dark glasses
Privately probing the public rooms
And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds
And take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play

No regrets, Coyote
I just get off up aways
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

Coyote's in the coffee shop
He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his fingers
While he's watching the waitresses' legs
He's too fat from the Bay of Fundy
From Appaloosas and Eagles and tides
And the air conditioned cubicles
And the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's going to have to stand and fight
Or take off out of here
I tried to run away myself
To run away and wrestle with my ego
And with this flame
You put here in this Eskimo
In this hitcher
In this prisoner
Of the fine white lines
Of the white lines on the free, free way

_________________

Anything by Yamataka eye

_________________
www.freewebs.com/simonking - an unacknowledged literary prodigy
simonking1.blogspot.com - an angry recluse's written outpourings

I like Boredoms

_________________
stroke me pompadour!

Konstant Degoutant (Lyrics by Kamagurka)

Er was eens een jongen uit Zwezembeek
die heel sterk op een vagina leek
Hij had veel last van witverlies
Kon de meisjes niet bekoren, ze vonden hem veel te vies

Chorus:
Konstant Degoutant
Wat is er met jou aan de hand?
Konstant Degoutant
Steeds eenzaam aan de waterkant
Konstant Degoutant
Wat is er met jou toch aan de hand?
Wel 't is eigenlijk nogal embetant
Ik heb een kop vol maandverband

Hij besloot om te proberen
Zichzelf plastisch te opereren
Maar onverwachts bezoek deed de operatie mislukken
Ze vonden hem in een hoek in honderdduizend stukken

Chorus

Oma Degoutant nam naald en draad ter hand
Om de stukken Konstant terug aaneen te naaien
En sinds die dag liep in Zwezembeek
Een meisje rond die op een penis leek


Constant Disgusting

Once upon a time there lived a boy in Zwezembeek (Belgium)
Who looked just like a vagina
He suffered from loss of white goo
Couldn't charm the girls, they thought he was way too dirty

Chorus:
Constant Disgusting
What's wrong with you?
Constant Disgusting
Always lonely by the waterside
Constant Disgusting
What's wrong with you?
Well it's very annoying,
My head is wrapped in hygienic bandage

He decided to try
to perform plastic surgery onto himself
But an unexpected visit caused the operation to fail
They found him in a corner in 100,000 pieces

Grandma Disgusting grabbed needle and thread
To sew together the parts of Constant
Since that day there lives in Zwezembeek
A girl who looks just like a penis.

_________________

Join the PackardGoose forum! Send me a PM!

I'm a man without a soul, Honey, yeah
Who lost it
While parading it
In a town full of thieves
You see I didn't wanna be with any people I know
But god knows I didn't wanna be alone
I thought if I acted like someone else
I'd feel more comfortable with myself
So I showered down
Left my little room
Jumped in my car for protection from hostility
Well it ain't easy to be bold
In an unknown city
I was feeling strong mouthed
And weak willed
When I ran into the cure for my ills

Don't tell me what your name is
I want your body, not your mind
I want a feeling, worth paying for
Before I say goodbye
As I was talking, I couldn't look her in the eyes
I just kept wondering
How many men unleashed their frustration between her thighs
There'll be no sleep 'till the morning
There'll be no lullabies
'Cause the devil's borrowed my clothes
Just for tonight

Well my adrenalin was curdling like cream
As I was being led by the hand
Through the sound of sirens
And the distant noise of some drunken jazz band
Through the stench of disinfectant
That infected my head
Through the darkness of a corridor
Into a strangers bed

Well I didn't wanna hurt your feelings, honey
But I couldn't suppress my own
I had to pull myself outta this nose-dive
By proving something to myself

She was lying on her back
With her lips parted
Squealing like a stuffed pig
I was going through the motions
Faking the emotions
Wriggling around like lizard in a tin

There's a high wind blowin'
And the stars are shining bright
Oh what a night this is gonna be
I think I'll let the world sleep without me
I got one eye open
One eye closed
And my thin body's trembling beneath the bedclothes
My heart's beatin' against the roof of my mouth
It's almost time to get out of this house

I got one hand on the radio
One hand on the wheel
I got my right foot on the floorboard
I'm prepared to kill or be killed
There's a high wind blowin'
And the stars are shining bright
And the rain upon the tarmac
Helps me sail through the traffic lights
I'm heading down to the dock of the bay
To feel the power of the waves
I'm gonna move up closer to that wind
And wrestle with the thoughts solitude always brings

You see I'm stuck between hell and the deep blue sea
And I know that water's sucked under better man than me
I was just another western guy
With desires that couldn't be satisfied
One day I asked the angels for inspiration
The devil bought me a drink
And he's been buying them ever since
He's had the liquor on my tongue
Feel like the sea upon the sand
He's had me signing confessions
From this shaking hand
He's had me struggling to hang onto hope
Like a drunken sailor in a tugboat
With a bottle of vodka in my overcoat
And my dog eared bible lost overboard

You see he tricked me into temptation
So I've tricked him into this confrontation
I never said I was the man I appeared to be
Not the flesh wrapped around the bones of necessity
Or the soul on fire
Scribbling thoughts for posterity
I'm gonna have little Lucifer runnin' off to purgatory
With his tail between his legs
I'm gonna teach him a lesson
He ain't ever gonna forget
All the vultures and crows are fixin' up some tombstones
They won't be chewing the meat off my bones

There's a high wind blowin'
And the stars are shining bright
Me and him are gonna have a little knife fight
In the bowels of the big city skyline
Oh this feelin' inside runs dark and deep
Tonight my hearts not thumping
A Mercy Beat

I was just another western guy
With desires that can't be satisfied
Oh what a night this is gonna be
The world can sleep without me
What a night this is gonna be
The world can sleep without me
Oh what a night this is gonna be
The world can sleep without me

I, man, am regal -- a German am I
Never odd or even
If I had a hi-fi
Madam, I'm Adam
Too hot to hoot
No lemons, no melon
Too bad I hid a boot
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Warsaw was raw
Was it a car or a cat I saw?

Rise to vote, sir
Do geese see God?
"Do nine men interpret?" "Nine men," I nod
Rats live on no evil star
Won't lovers revolt now?
Race fast, safe car
Pa's a sap
Ma is as selfless as I am
May a moody baby doom a yam?

Ah Satan sees Natasha
No devil lived on
Lonely Tylenol
Not a banana baton
No "x" in "Nixon"
O, stone, be not so
O Geronimo, no minor ego
"Naomi", I moan
"A Toyota's a Toyota"
A dog, a panic in a pagoda

Oh, no! Don Ho!
Nurse, I spy gypsies -- run!
Senile felines
Now I see bees I won
UFO tofu
We panic in a pew
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!
Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog

_________________
You gotta give the people something good to read, on a Sunday