🎹 Lyrics That Hit The Spot

I lost a good friend
Christmas time when folks go off the deep end
His woman took the kids and he took Klonopin
Enough to kill a man of twice his size
 
"Cinderella Search" Marillion

....The footman memorised the number
But the prince still holds both the slippers
And would you leave a palace for a bedsit
And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales?

Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase
Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe
But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine?
I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time
Give me time, won't you give me that time!

Welcome back to the circus...
 
Well I've gone and lost my faith in photographs
Cursed those martyrs that mark my past
And I long for a day when we'll look back and laugh
About all this
But good luck finding your peace of mind
Being born into these brutal times
And these days I don't pray when I close my eyes
I just bite my tongue a bit harder
 
"Never Before" Deep Purple

....I was hurt when I was younger
By a woman who was cold
She took my name
She took my body
And she threw away my soul

Can't hide, I can't hide my misery
I know my sorrow won't set me free
She did it, d'you see she did it to me

Help me now, please, my friend
I never felt so bad before
Never, never before
 
"A Change of Seasons" Dream Theater

....Oh come, let us adore him
Abuse and then ignore him
No matter what, don't let him be
Let's feed upon his misery
Then string him up for all the world to see

I'm sick of all you hypocrites
Holding me at bay
And I don't need your sympathy
To get me through the day

Seasons change and so can I
Hold on boy, no time to cry
Untie these strings, I'm climbing down
I won't let them push me away

Oh come, let us adore him
Abuse and then ignore him
No matter what, don't let him be
Let's feed upon his misery
Now it's time for them to deal with me.....
 
I've got my hands out in front of my face
But i can hardly see
I've bathed myself in holy water
But it doesn't bother me

Under my skin, upon my head
Inside the walls, beneath my bed
My black and whites are turning red

Cover my eyes and tell me
Am i really blind
Cover my eyes and tell me
Have i lost my mind

I've got my fingers to the blade
But i can't feel a thing
Open my eyes in salty water
But it doesn't even sting

Under my skin, upon my head
Stuck in my throat, beneath my breath
My black and whites are turning red

Cover my eyes and tell me
Am i really blind
Cover my eyes and tell me
Have i lost my mind
Have i lost my mind
Have i lost my mind
 
Now, I ain't got nothin'
Against rock and roll
But when your heart's been broken
You need a song that's slow
There ain't nothin' like a steel guitar
To drown a memory
Before you spend your money, baby
Play a song for me

And don't rock the jukebox
Wanna hear George Jones
'Cause my heart ain't ready
For the Rolling Stones
I don't feel like rockin'
Since my baby's gone
So don't rock the jukebox
Play me a country song
 
Now seriously, this is my last and final time
Well I'm making some big, big changes in my life
No, you won't catch me down here again
Waiting to score, sweaty money palmed in my hand
What the fuck are you cutting this with anyway?

Because I've got some really, really big plans
And today's the day I'm putting them into action
But before you know it, here I am again
Fucking six o'clock in the morning
Rolled up dollar bill in my hand
 
What if I told you life was built to break?
What if I warned you, you can't outrun your fate?
Would you believe with time comes grace?
In perfect light, in perfect place
Every dream was mine to lose
And that's what it took to lead me to you
So here's to the heartache
Here's to the mistakes
We'll drink to all the years, the tears
That led to this place
So here's to the heartache


Really the whole song, but still.
 
It's three in the morning when the bottle comes down
And the razor goes around
But your time is your time
And nothing will change nothing will change
Gimme a dollar and I'll say it again
Here comes nothin'

Now it's going once going twice
The demon is doing his bidding
Who am I kidding
To be in this all night dream
I wind up strumming on my old guitar
The only tune I even know so far

I see the light and go right to the devil
You can't take it with you when you go
 
I tried it once before but I didn't get too far
I felt a lot of pain but it didn't stop my heart
And all I really wanted was someone to give a little fuck
But I waited there forever and nobody even looked up
I tried it once before and I think I mighta messed up
I struggled with the veins and I guess I didn't bleed enough
But maybe I'm alive because I didn't really wanna die
But nothing very special ever happens in my life

This was my song for most of the year. It wasn't a good start.
 
I know I'd never let you walk away
So why do I push you 'til you break?
And why are you always on the verge of good-bye
Before I'll show you how I really feel inside?
 
God, I wish somebody would've told me
When I was younger that all bodies aren't the same
Photoshop itty bitty models on magazine covers
Told me I was overweight
I stopped eating, what a bummer
Can't have carbs in a hot girl summer
If I could go back and tell myself
When I was younger, I'd say, "Psst

I know Victoria's secret
And, girl, you wouldn't believe
She's an old man who lives in Ohio
Making money off of girls like me"
Cashin' in on body issues
Sellin' skin and bones with big boobs
I know Victoria's secret
She was made up by a dude (dude)

I wish somebody would've told me that thighs of thunder
Meant normal human thighs
The fuckin' pressure I was under
To lose my appetite
And fight the cellulite with Hunger Games like every night
If I could go back and tell myself
When I was younger, I'd say..
 
"Gettin' Tighter" Deep Purple

When night time comes
And I'm ten thousand miles away
Just lose yourself
And watch the band kick back and play
Get up, keep in line
It's gettin' tighter all the time
You say you're feelin' fine
It's gettin' tighter all the time
 
"Father Christmas" The Kinks

...Have yourself a merry merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothin'
While you're drinkin' down your wine

Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Father Christmas, please hand it over
We'll beat you up so don't make us annoyed

Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
 
"I believe in father Christmas" Greg Lake

...I wish you a hopeful Christmas
I wish you a brave new year
All anguish, pain and sadness
Leave your heart and let your road be clear
They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on earth
Hallelujah, Noel be it heaven or hell
The Christmas we get we deserve
 
Just 'cause he's drunk at 2 a.m.
Texts, "Hey, what's up, girl, how you been?"
Don't read too much into that
Don't mean he wants you back

He won't suddenly be the somebody
You wish he always was
If he didn't, then he doesn't
If he wouldn't, then he wasn't

He might've set the bar low
But keep your standards high
Ain't telling you nothing you don't know
You know he ain't worth your time

If he loved you, he would tell you
If he missed you, he would call
If he wants you to meet his momma
Then he would bring you home
Oh, there ain't no excuse
He ain't Mr. Misunderstood
Quit lying to yourself
If he wanted to, he would
 
Toasting your blue eyes from way across the sea
Hoping that you're okay, and that you're missing me

I'll be home when them songbirds sing again
Well I'll be home when them songbirds sing again
 
The miles I've traveled, rambling all around the world
Talking to myself saying, this is how it goes
Standing beside some bustling boulevard
I take a picture of you & hold it to the sky
So please keep the light on and open up some wine
I got post cards of the places I have seen
 
Yeah so it goes
Yeah so it goes
That sweet heirloom
Them abbey stones
Oh take a chance and roll the bones
Cut off your hair
Unplug your phone
Yeah and sell your belongings
All your clever drawings try to make a dollar
From the grave
But whose to blame
Well so it goes
Yeah so it goes
Them city boys in country clothes
Oh take a chance and roll the bones
Go crash your car
Burn down your home
Yeah try to forget all your enemies and debts
Yeah try to forget all them enemies and debts
They'll just chase you round and give you sour dreams
Yeah so it seems
Yeah so struggle all you like
Yeah put up the good fight
They say someday everybody dies alone
Yeah struggle all you like
Put up the good fight
They say someday everybody dies alone
But hey
Who knows
Yeah hey who knows
Yeah hey who really knows

 
There may come a time
When you'll be tired
As tired as a dream that wants to die
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Maybe you will find a love
That you discover accidentally
Who falls against you gently
As a pickpocket
Brushes your thigh
Further to fly
Effortless music from the Cameroons
The spinning darkness of her hair
A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants everything
Sometimes I'll be walking down
The street and I'll be thinking
Am I crazy
Or is this some morbid little lie?
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
A recent loss of memory
A shadow in the family
The baby waves bye-bye
I'm trying, I'm flying
There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my light
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants soil as soft as summer
And the strength to push like spring
A broken laugh, a broken fever
Take it up with the great deceiver
Who looks you in the eye
Says, "Baby, don't cry"
Further to fly
There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my sight
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
The rose of Jericho
Soil as soft as summer
The strength to let you go
 
When we grew up, our shadows grew up too
But they're just old ghosts that we grow attached to
The tragic flaw is that they hide the truth
That you're enough, you're enough, you're enough
I promise you're enough, you're enough, you're enough
I promise you're enough, you're enough, you're enough, I promise you
 
Well I'm upper-upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
The social pages say I've got
The biggest balls of all
I've got big balls
I've got big balls
They're such big balls
And they're dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)
 
"Still, you turn me on" Emerson, Lake and Palmer

....Let me tell you something
It just don't mean a thing
You see, it really doesn't matter
When you're buried in disguise
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallised

Still... you turn me on
Still... you turn me on
Mmmm... you turn me on.....
 
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