Name that Tune!

[protein_fairy]

Have you ever had a song stuck in your head, and you cant think of the name of it?
Have you ever heard a song that made you cry, or made you laugh?
If so, post the lyrics here. If you need help finding a song, just ask and myself or some of the other posters will help you find it.. or you can just post some lyrics that you like.

However, if you do post lyrics, PLEASE put who they are by and what the title of the song is. Thank you!

I'll start...

" .... Her boyfriend, he don't know anything about her... he's to stoned.. ninetendo... I wish that I could make her see.. she's just the flavor of the week."

That was Flavor of the Week by American Hi-Fi

HAPPY POSTING

 

[Cathleen]

had i known you better then... i would have said those three old words to you...

Hall & Oates ~ Abandone Lunchette

love the thread PF!!

 

[protein_fairy]

I like your pants around your feet,
I like the dirt thats on your knees,
and I like the way you still say please,
while your looking up at me..
your like my favorite damn disease.


Figured you out by Nickleback

Thanx Cate

 

[Cathleen]

from The Language of Life by Everything But the Girl

Meet Me In The Morning....

Meet me in the morning, I'll have the motor running.. Down icey lanes, under a glass blue sky... this is living, this is living... I haven't come to break your home, I haven't come to harm your children, I've come to be your love....Don't let the grass grow under your feet, the sands of time keep running. For now at last I'm down on the street, with the engine running....

 

[protein_fairy]

When you come back down by Nickle Creek
(beautiful bluegrass song)

You've got to leave me now.
You've got to go alone.
You have to chase a dream,
one thats all your own,
before it slips away..

When your flyin high,
Take my heart along,
I'll be the harmony
to every lonely song that you learn to play.

When your soarin thru the air,
I'll be your solid ground,
Take every chance you dare,
I'll still be there,
When you come back down... When you come back down.


I move the

 

[protein_fairy]

When you come back down by Nickle Creek
(beautiful bluegrass song)

You've got to leave me now.
You've got to go alone.
You have to chase a dream,
one thats all your own,
before it slips away..

When your flyin high,
Take my heart along,
I'll be the harmony
to every lonely song that you learn to play.

When your soarin thru the air,
I'll be your solid ground,
Take every chance you dare,
I'll still be there,
When you come back down... When you come back down.

 

[Cathleen]

from Marilyn Scott ~ Take Me With You


Let Me Be The One

All my life I've been searching for a soul like mine
Never found it, never knew it
But it's the love i've been waiting for
Always hoping, always wanting
Someone I trust to unlock the door

A place of true understanding
Where there's no need for words
Without speaking he would hear me
Calling to him with the love I feel

Saying stay with me
Let me be the one in your life
And I will love you
Let me be the one by your side
i will always be there
if you should ever doubt my love
Open up your heart and you will
find me here
Let me be the one in your life and
I will be there

 

[phoenix1224]

Soldier boy, made of clay,
Now an empty shell...
Twenty one, only son,
But he served us well...
Bred to kill, not to care,
Do just as we say...
Finished here... Greetings, Death,
He's yours to take away...

Metallica- 'Disposable Heroes'

 

[protein_fairy]

Alright guys.. here comes a long one but its really good.. take the time to read it, its pretty powerful if you really think about it.

These ideas are nightmares for white parents, whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings/Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing/to see him walking around with his headphones blaring, alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care/He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about, his fuckin' dad walkin' out/cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out. If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out/His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back, talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap/He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap, his step-father hit him, so he socked him back/and broke his nose, his house is a broken home. There's no control, he just let's his emotions go...
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas, in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum/ unholy, only have one homie, only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me/Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great/ or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate/It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make, like they worship us/plus all the stores ship us platinum, now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?/ From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'; to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass/But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you/To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad/So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon. Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns/That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly/But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me/They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me. If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B/It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl?/I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!

They say music can alter moods and talk to you, well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too?/Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude, just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued/See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols and they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool/not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus/But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. It's fucked up ain't it?/ How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted/That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine/who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs/Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives, till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die/Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe. We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes/that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden/and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone. Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...

 

[protein_fairy]

Behind Blue Eyes
Limp Bizkit

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be faded to telling only lies
[chorus]
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain woe
Can show through
[chorus]
Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4]
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one know how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies
[chorus]
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.

 

[HotinMo]

Alright guys.. here comes a long one but its really good.. take the time to read it, its pretty powerful if you really think about it.

These ideas are nightmares for white parents, whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings/Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing/to see him walking around with his headphones blaring, alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care/He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about, his fuckin' dad walkin' out/cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out. If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out/His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back, talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap/He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap, his step-father hit him, so he socked him back/and broke his nose, his house is a broken home. There's no control, he just let's his emotions go...
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas, in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum/ unholy, only have one homie, only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me/Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great/ or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate/It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make, like they worship us/plus all the stores ship us platinum, now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?/ From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'; to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass/But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you/To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad/So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon. Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns/That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly/But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me/They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me. If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B/It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl?/I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!

They say music can alter moods and talk to you, well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too?/Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude, just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued/See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols and they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool/not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus/But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. It's fucked up ain't it?/ How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted/That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine/who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs/Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives, till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die/Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe. We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes/that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden/and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone. Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...

Eminem~Sing for the moment
great song!!

 

[protein_fairy]

Glad you agree!! I love that song!