Song Lyric Of The Day

[El Misfit]

If I had to
I would put myself right beside you
So let me ask
Would you like that?
Would you like that?

And I don't mind
If you say this love is the last time
So now I'll ask
Do you like that?
Do you like that?

No!

Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
So tell me how it should be.

Try to find out what makes you tick.
As I lie down
Sore and sick.
Do you like that?
Do you like that?

There's a fine line between love and hate.
And I don't mind.
Just let me say that
I like that
I like that

Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
As I burn another page,
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
So tell me how it should be.

Desperate, I will crawl
Waiting for so long
No love, there is no love.
Die for anyone
What have I become?

Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
As I burn another page,
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane.

Breaking Benjamin- Diary of Jane

[Rev. Powell]

Driva’ man de kind of boss
Ride a man and lead a hoss.
When his cat ‘o nine tails fly
You’d be happy just to die.
Runaway and you’ll be found
By his big old red bone hound.
Pater oller bring ya back.
Make you sorry you is black.
Driva’ man he made a life,
But the mammy ain’t his wife.
Ain’t but two things on my mind.
Driva’ man and quittin’ time…

--Driva'man, Max Roach

[Newt]

(dedicated to Badmovies.org)


Well come gather all around me
There is something you should know
There's no place quite like this place
If we get it on the go

So, pile your boots up in the corner
Hang your jacket from the door
There's thirty people in the kitchen
And there's always room for more

[Chorus:]

Oh-oh-oh, Come on now
Let's lock the world outside
Oh-oh-oh, Come on I tell you now
She's goin' up tonight

Well there'll be music all around you
You should see the way it feels
Come on off we go now
Heel and toe now
To the jigs and reels

'Cause somebody's got a fiddle
And someone else bought a guitar
And we got Bobby on the squeezebox
Grab a chair and mason jar

[Chorus]

Well there'll be smilin', there'll be laughin'
Well that's good enough for me
There'll be dancing all around you
This is where you want to be

So pile your boots up in the corner
Hang your jacket from the door
There's thirty people in the kitchen
And there's always room, yes there's always room

Great Big Sea  Goin Up

[Newt]

At last the kids are gone now for the day.
She reaches for the coffee as the school bus pulls away.
Another day to tend the hous and plan
For Friday at the Legion when she's dancing with her man.

Sure was a bitter winter but Friday will be fine,
And maybe last year's Easter dress will serve her one more time.
She'd pass for twenty-nine but for her eyes.
But winter lines are telling wicked lies.

All lies.
All those lines are telling wicked lies.
Lies all lies.
Too many lines there in that face;
Too many to erase or disguise;
They must be telling lies.

Is this the face that won for her the man
Whose amazed and clumsy fingers put that ring upon her hand?
No need to search that mirror for the years.
The menace in their message shouts across the blur of tears.

So this is Beauty's finish. Like Rodin's "Belle Heauimiere",
The pretty maiden trapped inside the ranch wife's toil and care.
Well, after seven kids, that's no surprise,
But why cannot her mirror tell her lies.

All lies.
All those lines are telling wicked lies.
Lies all lies.
Too many lines there in that face;
Too many to erase or disguise;
They must be telling lies.

Then she shakes off the bitter web she wove,
And turns to set the mirror, gently, face down by the stove.
She gathers up her apron in her hand,
Pours a cup of coffee, drips Carnation from the can,
And thinks ahead to Friday, 'cause Friday will be fine!
She'll look up in that weathered face that loves her's, line for line,
To see that maiden shining in his eyes
And laugh at how her mirror tells her lies.

All lies.
All those lines are telling wicked lies.
Lies all lies.
Too many lines there in that face;
Too many to erase or disguise;
They must be telling lies.

Stan Rogers: Lies

[El Misfit]

You're awake in your darkest dream
I have come for you
And nobody can hear you scream
When I reach for you

Don't you remember their feet in your face
Before they have carved you in stone
And don't you remember your sweat and your pain
When you were drawn to the bone
When you were left on all alone

Living on a dream
Dying for an angel
Reach out, waiting for a miracle
No sign of wings, as you turn your back on me

Living on a dream
Lonely cold and dial
Head up, feet down in the fire
Giving till you're gone
Dying for an angel
Everyday

Where do we go from the apogee
What do we leave behind
And How will I stand what I'll have to see
This reflexion of mine
Collateral damage, your sacrifice
Gotta learn to unlearn to fall
Gotta tear down the walls of love and light
You have come on your own
You will go on all alone

Avantasia- Dying for an Angel

[Sleepyskull]

"I drove my tractor through your haystack last night...
Cause I got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key!"

  Combine Harvester (Brand New Key) - The Wurzels

[Rev. Powell]

"Have you got fried chicken
You ate it up so fast
Laid down it's life just for you..."

--"Nothing," Daniel Johnson

[El Misfit]

You'll be running out of miracles
Like I'm running out of dreams
Madness lurking into my left
Angels faint in front of me

And I see eyes to the right
I hear a promise resound
Gold and diamonds, love and fame
And music meant to remain

You've been dying for glory
You've been looking for love
Why don't we read the signs
When we're about to get lost

A seeker enthralled by a flame
Eventually home to his pain
The Great Unbeloved
You reach for the final stage

Hey man in your hideaway
Where do we go from here
Heroes in the tragedy
Down-home just a memory
Where do we go
When the world gets in the way

Way down to the hide away
Afflatus divine! Your hands
And a wicked symphony
Hey now to the hideaway
Lock up the rain for a wicked symphony

Don't you give up on your emotions
Don't you abandon your despair
If you deny what you desire
This will have been just a mystery play

There'll be nowhere to go
Just oblivion, we're so close to reach out
Close to fall, make up or break up or crawl

You are striving for beauty
For a song to remain
A final touch and the spirit you have cited
Holds on to the reins

I feel how I'm losing my ground
A dancer enthralled by a sound
The smoke clears away
I'll reach for the final stage

Hey man in your hideaway
Where do we go from here
Heroes in the tragedy
Down-home just a memory
Where do we go
When the world gets in the way

Way down to the hide away, afflatus Divine!
Your hands and a wicked symphony
Hey now to the hideaway
Lock up the rain for a wicked symphony

Oh I can hear it, I can hear it
Oh I can hear it, I, I, I, I...
I can hear it, yeah
I'm dying for a sign

You can turn your face away
can pretend you don't hear it
How long have you been begging on your knees
And now that you're near it
Won't you be damned if you defy what you're given
Mercury of salvation
The colors for the eyes of the world
We'll be kings for generations

Hey man in your hideaway
Where do we go from here
Heroes in the tragedy
Down-home just a memory
Where do we go
When the world gets in the way

Way down to the hide away
Afflatus divine!
Your hands and a wicked symphony
Hey now to the hideaway
Lock up the rain for a wicked symphony

-Avantasia- The Wicked Symphony

[Rev. Powell]

Zim, zam, flippy floppy jim jam,
Oh boy, Curly never give up on Moe,
What a wubbular show!
And we talkin' 'bout
Bing! Pow!  Huggy wuggy ding dong,
Oowee, grandma flew over the moon.
What a smelly harpoon,
When there's strife on Mars.

When the ostrich got hot you stole
All your pineapples, Mr. Dole,
And the muskrats you serenade
Are cooking up bouillabaisse.
You let grandpa go hunt for more
While you slept on the couch and snored.
You got no kiss from Willie Mays,
A horse took your girlfriend away.
If you're in orbit and all alone,
Then just get on the funky phone,
And the sickness unto you,
It has meaning, gibby goo!

Zim, zam, flippy floppy jim jam,
Ooo whee, Curly never gave up on Moe,
What a wubbular show!
And we talkin' 'bout
Hoo, goo, zebby zabby zim zam,
Oh man, everybody will snooze blue,
And so will you---
When there's strife on Mars.

--Gibby Goo Bop, "Strife on Mars?"

[BTM]

"Don't fret precious I'm here.
Step away from the window.
Go back to sleep

Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a f**k about you, like I do. "

    -A Perfect Circle, "Counting Bodies Like Sheep"

[Newt]

I was at a party and this fella said to me
"Something bad is happening, I'm sure you do agree
People care for nothing, no respect for human rights
Evil times are coming, we are in for darker nights"
I said, "Who are you to talk about impending doom?"
He got kinda wary as he looked around the room
He said, "I'm a minister, a big shot in the state"
I said, "I just can't believe it, boy I think it's great
Brother can you tell me what is right and what is wrong?"
He said, "Keep on rocking baby, 'til the night is gone"

ABBA - On And On And On

[El Misfit]

Yeah
A used ... pink bathrobe
A rare ... mint snowglobe
A Smurf ... TV tray
I bought on eBay

My house ... is filled with this crap
Shows up in bubble wrap
Most every day
What I bought on eBay

Tell me why (I need another pet rock)
Tell me why (I got that Alf alarm clock)
Tell me why (I bid on Shatner's old toupee)
They had it on eBay

I'll buy ... your knick-knack
Just check ... my feedback
"A++!" they all say
They love me on eBay

Gonna buy (a slightly-damaged golf bag)
Gonna buy (some Beanie Babies, new with tag)
(From some guy) I've never met in Norway
Found him on eBay

I am the type who is liable to snipe you
With two seconds left to go, whoa
Got Paypal or Visa, what ever'll please ya
As long as I've got the dough

I'll buy ... your tchotchkes
Sell me ... your watch, please
I'll buy (I'll buy, I'll buy, I'll buy ...)
I'm highest bidder now

(Junk keeps arriving in the mail)
(From that worldwide garage sale) (Dukes Of Hazard ashtray)
(Hey! A Dukes Of Hazard ashtray)
Oh yeah ... (I bought it on eBay)

Wanna buy (a PacMan Fever lunchbox)
Wanna buy (a case of vintage tube socks)
Wanna buy (a Kleenex used by Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre)
(Found it on eBay)

Wanna buy (that Farrah Fawcet poster)
(Pez dispensers and a toaster)
(Don't know why ... the kind of stuff you'd throw away)
(I'll buy on eBay)

What I bought on eBay-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y

Weird Al- eBay

[Psycho Circus]

"...And I ain't leavin' town, if she's still around
    She's just like a wild rose"

-Kingdom Come

[El Misfit]

Step outside this spinning wheel and you'll see its turning
All the shadows now will disappear and you're burning
You can't change the world, but you can change yourself
Slowly turning dust into a shape

Embrace the sun, you won't get hurt
Don't be afraid, is it so hard to understand?
Embrace the sun, embrace the sun
Inhale the air, there's nothing wrong
Just breathe, caress the flame of life and you'll be strong
Embrace the sun, embrace the sun

At the end of the sea you will find there is no horizon
And don't fantasize but your fortune is here for a reason
You can't change the world, but you can change yourself
Try to turn the dust into a shape

Embrace the sun,you won't get hurt
Don't be afraid, is it so hard to understand?
Embrace the sun, embrace the sun
Inhale the air, there's nothing wrong

Just breathe, caress the flame of life and you'll be strong
Embrace the sun,embrace the sun

Face your life and stop pretending
Now you're caught in the eye of the world
Now it's time for an ending

You won't get hurt
Don't be afraid, is it so hard to understand?
Embrace the sun, embrace the sun
Inhale the air, there's nothing wrong
Just breathe, caress the flame of life and you'll be strong
Embrace the sun, embrace the sun

Don't be afraid
You won't get hurt
Don't be afraid

Firewind- Embrace the Sun

[Psycho Circus]

"What was that injection, 'cos I think it's goin' wrong
 I really like this jacket but the sleeves are much too long"

-Motörhead