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Random Lyrics Thursday

Instant Club Hit (You'll Dance to Anything) by the Dead Milkmen

Ooh, baby, look at you
Don't you look like Siouxsie Sioux
How long'd it take to get that way
What a terrible waste of energy
You wear black clothes, say you're poetic
The sad truth is you're just pathetic
Get into the groove just get out of my way
I came here to drink not to get laid
So why don't you just go on home
'Cause if you want to moan you'll have to moan alone

You'll dance to anything

Don't try to tell me that you're an intellectual
Cause you're just another boring bisexual
"I met Andy Warhol at a really chic party"
Blow it out your hairdo 'cause you work at Hardees
80 pounds of make up on your art school skin
80 points of I.Q. located within

Know what you are? You're a bunch of ...
Artfags! Artfags! Artfags! Artfags!
Choke on this you dance-a-teria types!

You'll dance to anything by The Communards
You'll dance to anything by Book of Love
You'll dance to anything by The Smiths
You'll dance to anything by Depeche Mode
You'll dance to anything by Public Image Limited
You'll dance to anything by Naked Truth

You'll dance to anything by any bunch of stupid Europeans who come over here
with their big hairdos intent on taking our money instead of giving your
cash, where it belongs, to a decent American artist like myself!


By fnord12 | June 25, 2009, 8:39 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

Kyoto Song by The Cure

A nightmare of you
Of death in the pool
Wakes me up at quarter to three
I'm lying on the floor of the night before
With a stranger lying next to me
A nightmare of you
Of death in the pool
I see no further now than this dream
The trembling hand of the trembling man
Hold my mouth
To hold in a scream

I try to think
To make it slow
If only here is where I go
If this is real
I have to see
I turn on fire
And next to me
It looks good
It tastes like nothing on earth
It looks good
It tastes like nothing on earth
Its so smooth it even feels like skin
It tells me how it feels to be new

It tells me how it feels to be new
A thousand voices whisper it true
It tells me how it feels to be new
And every voice belongs
Every voice belongs to you


By fnord12 | June 18, 2009, 9:05 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

Today's RLTh has an accompanying (fan-made) video, thanks to Joshua.

Existential Blues by Tom "T-Bone" Stankus

The elusive butterfly has just tiptoed past my door
My bonny likes the Yankees, she says "hey t-bone what's the score?"
I say "well, Reggie got 1 and 1 and 3 and 25 is 6 to 4"
Is the left wing really pinko? Colonel Sanders, what a bore.
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is it schizoid paranoia or just existential blues?

The amenities of life have been chasing my soul
And my mind is transcendental, and I'm losing all control
And I'm sinking in the quagmire of illusions and Thoreau
I cry out "My name is T-Bone" as a hound dog digs a hole.
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is it plain as heebie-jeebies or just existential blues?

Sailing, sailing, what is illusion, what is truth?
Sailing, sailing, over the existential blues.
God bless America, and Old Glory too.
May she always wave o'er us and the red, white and existential
blues.

Bom-idda-bom a dang a dang dang
The existential blues.
Hey you can do what you want but lay off my existential blues
My blue suede existential blues.

I was on a QUEST
Walking down the road today, doo-dah, doo-dah
I was walking down the road
I was looking for the truth of life
When I came across all these little people, little people
Little people all around me.

They looked up at me and said "Hey Mister, are you tall?"
And I said "Yes I'm tall, but who are you weird little wonders?"
And they looked up at me witht their big bloodshot eyes and said
"We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids
We are the lollipop kids, we'd like to welcome you to munchkin land."

I said "Hey, hey, weird little wonders, I am on a quest.
Walking on the road today doo-dah, doo-dah"
I said "Hey kids I'm looking for the truth of life...
Where do I go? Who do I see?"

"Slow down mister. In order to find the truth of life, one must
see THE WIZARD!"
I said "The WIZARD????" Well where does this wizard oh wise one live?"
"You see the big green glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill?
I said "Yes, I see the big green glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill"
With the big dark forest between me and the big green glow-in-the-dark
house up on the hill. And a little old lady on a Hoover vacuum
cleaner going "I'll get you my little pretty, and your dog Toto too!"
I don't even HAVE a little dog Toto...

Such predicaments! I must forage ahead!
Walking down the road today, doo-dah, doo-dah
I must find the truth of life
I said "but you know kids, I can handle the big green glow-in-the-
dark house up on the hill, I can handle the dark forest, I can
handle the little old lady and the very strange road they're
sending me down... I've seen yellow stripes in the middle of the
road, but kids, never quite that wide!"

Alright, tighten your shorts pilgrim, and sing like the Duke:
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow follow follow follow follow
Follow the yellow brick road
And ever a wonderful Wiz there was, the Wizard of Oz is
one because because because because because because
Because of the wonderful things he does.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz.

Well, I got a little bit tired.
Walking down the road today, doooo-dahhhhh, dooooo-daaaaahhhhhh.
A little bit tired of walking down this old blinding yellow
brick road
So I pulled my little tired body off to a little rest area,
And lo and behold there's a little field of little red
flowers out there
[Sniff] Smells so good. Whoa! Getting pretty tired.
Smells so good [sniff]
Figured I'd just strectch out for a bit in this little field of...
poppies poppies poppies poppies poppies poppies ....
I was having a really strange dream, man, you know,
Little red flowers just smell awfully good
I was having a great time
The old wizard's just going to have to wait, man.
And I'm just going to strecth out again in this field of poppies.
OhgodohgodDorothyDorothypoppiesfieldpoppiesfield...

Along came this old man in a green El Dorado two
Screeched to a halt.
A little short man with a big red nose, toting a bottle of
Yukon Jack,
Strolled up to me and said "hey, son"
I said "Old man, don't bother me, poppies poppies poppies poppies"
He said "T-Bone"
I said "wait a minute, this man knows my name! He must be...
THE WIZARD!!!!"
You must be the Wizard, the Wizard of Oz, Why have you come to
haunt me, O Wizard of Oz?
I said "Oh Wizard O Wise one, I've been on a quest
Walking down the road today, doo-dah, doo-dah
We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids
Follow the yellow brick road follow the...
I got tired, poppies poppies poppies poppies ...
Little man, I've been through hell!"

He said "hey, slow down, relax!"
I said "Oh Wizard, oh wise one, I've come so far to find the truth
of life"
He said "Hey, son, slow down, relax. To tell you the truth, son..."
I said "Wizard, that's what I've come to find is the truth"
He said "no, son, you've got me all wrong. To tell you the truth,
son, how can I tell you this? Uh, I've been in this field
of poppies a long time, myself, and I've come to find, son,
that the only truth in life is right here in this bottle."
I said "WIZARD!!!?!??!?"
He said "No, truly, son, in fact, I'd rather have this bottle
in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy!"

How profound, Wizard!

Some girl with psychic powers, she said "T-bone, what's your
sign"
I blink and answer "Neon," I thought I'd blow her mind.
She's reading Moby Dick, by some fruitcake named Herman.
She's chomping of some knockwurst
Are the [indeciperable] really German?
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this really Butte, Montana or just existential blues?

Really Butte, Montana... is as plain as heebie-jeebies...
Is it schizoid paranoia....

la-la-la-la-la-la-la

EXISTENTIAL BLUES


By fnord12 | June 11, 2009, 8:34 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



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