decent song lyrics. are there any better? I am perfect.

[hobbit.]

Man alone, born of stone,
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.
Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears its hideous head
Dread ... Death ... in the wind ...
Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade of compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.
Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed ... Dust ... in the wind ...
No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.
No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.
Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.
I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

 

[Lazaran]

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I always thought the lyrics to "Imagine" summed things up nicely. (The key word being "Imagine"). Simple but profound..

The lyrics to "Us and Them" also nailed it. Again, simple but profound.

 

[pecksniff]

Man alone, born of stone,
Will stamp the dust of time . . .

No one will ever find himself singing that in an absentminded moment, nor hearing it as an earworm.

 

[Brains_N_Boobs]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKKTqB_Lzv0



Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
I have lived o'er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.

I have whirled with the earth at the dawning,
When the sky was a vaporous flame;
I have seen the dark universe yawning
Where the black planets roll without aim,
Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.

I had drifted o'er seas without ending,
Under sinister grey-clouded skies,
That the many-forked lightning is rending,
That resound with hysterical cries;
With the moans of invisible daemons, that out of the green waters rise.

I have plunged like a deer through the arches
Of the hoary primoridal grove,
Where the oaks feel the presence that marches,
And stalks on where no spirit dares rove,
And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers through dead branches above.

I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains
That rise barren and bleak from the plain,
I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains
That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things, I care not to gaze on again.

I have scanned the vast ivy-clad palace,
I have trod its untenanted hall,
Where the moon rising up from the valleys
Shows the tapestried things on the wall;
Strange figures discordantly woven, that I cannot endure to recall.

I have peered from the casements in wonder
At the mouldering meadows around,
At the many-roofed village laid under
The curse of a grave-girdled ground;
And from rows of white urn-carven marble, I listen intently for sound.

I have haunted the tombs of the ages,
I have flown on the pinions of fear,
Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages;
Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer.

I was old when the pharaohs first mounted
The jewel-decked throne by the Nile;
I was old in those epochs uncounted
When I, and I only, was vile;
And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.

Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
And great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.

Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
I have lived o'er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.

 

[hobbit.]

No one will ever find himself singing that in an absentminded moment, nor hearing it as an earworm.

I do, often, what are you suggesting ?

carl palmers drum work on it is awesome.

 

[oneblueye]

hey...

A knock of from Little Milton

I'M READY

I got a ax-handle roscoe on a graveyard frame,
shooting tombstone bullets wrapped in ballnchain.
Drinkin' nitro on rocks, smokin TNT
some fool start a fight it'd be like WORLD WAR III.

I'm ready! Ready as anybody can be!
I'm ready for you, Baby hope you ready for me!!!

All you pretty chicks with your sexy hips,
with your hair just so, plenty of room between those lips.
I ain't no smooth Don Juan, aint no long dong Bill
don't need no dope--, don't need no blue pills.

I'm ready! Ready as anybody can be!
I'm ready for you, Baby hope you ready for me!!!

Turn your lights down low, throw the lock on your door
I give you what I got until there aint no more.
Give me all you can baby, with all your might
I'm sure to make you moan till the morning light.

I'm ready! Ready as anybody can be!
I'm ready for you betta hope yo ready for---
what you ready for baby?!!!

 

[Bottomlover]

Careful, careful, careful with that axe, Eugene