Lyrics Thread

Here are some of my favorites at the moment:

Those Lungs by Alkaline Trio on the album "This Addiction:"
Now I lay me down to pass out wasted again.
I guess that makes this the seventh time this week.
There's some words in my head that could keep me from dying.
Are you handling this any better than I am?
If I keep it together would you promise to keep us together?

Oh, sometimes we lose each other,
But please don't lose your tongue.
When I get home I'll keep you up for hours
I'm gonna need breath in those lungs.
And when you're finally able to fall asleep,
Though, the sun might disagree,
I'm gonna lay right there and watch you breathe
'Til you wake up to me.

How's it happen that I get to have you for so long?
But then your just ripped away from me as I get tossed out to the sea
To fight the sharks out there and wait for a wind swell
Oh, I'm kind of like a sailor back in 1942
Yeah, I wanna fight the good fight, but goddamn I'm gonna miss you.

Oh, sometimes we lose each other,
But please don't lose your tongue.
When I get home I'll keep you up for hours
I'm gonna need breath in those lungs.
And when you're finally able to fall asleep
Though, the sun might disagree
I'm gonna lay right there and watch you breathe
'Til you wake up to me.

Please don't lose your tongue.
Please don't lose those lungs.

Oh, sometimes we lose each other,
But please don't lose your tongue.
When I get home I'll keep you up for hours
I'm gonna need breath in those lungs.
And when you're finally able to fall asleep,
Though, the sun might disagree,
I am gonna lay right there and watch you breathe
'Til you wake up to me.


The Weakends by Motion City Soundtrack on the album "My Dinosaur Life:"
Quicksand is a coat of arms,
Looseleaf and some liquid fiction.
Last Rites every Friday night,
Am I weaker with the lights on?

High tide tight around the neck,
The same song everybody's bleeding.
What makes me so different?
The insides work the same.

You ever fear the dark impressions of your future?
The slightest gravestone whisper?
The stillness of your heart?
I feel it growing dark.
A fever inching deeper,
A fever inching to the core.

I'll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
I'll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.

Shorelines all around the world,
Bright lights and some heavy breathing.
Lipstick and the dagger's kiss-
Just a figment of a feeling.

Hands pressed up against the chest,
Holding out for the big connection.
Last lunge never looked so good,
It's a junk show all the way.

As years go crashing by,
I think of all I've pondered,
So many minutes squandered,
So many things undone.
I've tried to figure out
How many lives I've wasted waiting for the perfect time to start.

I'll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
I'll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.

I'll kick tomorrow...
I'll send the weak ends...
I'll kick tomorrow...
I'll send the weak ends...
I'll kick tomorrow...
I'll send the weak ends...
I'll kick tomorrow... (fight back at the pouring rain)
I'll send the weak ends... (fight back at the pouring rain)

I'll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
I'll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.

Lil Wayne and The Game - My Life
[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]

And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My Life x3]

[Verse 1: The Game]
Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide (Suicide.. suicide..)
I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? [My Life x3]
'Cause that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle [My Life x3]
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' “Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]
And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My Life x3]

[Verse 2: The Game]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution...caution)
See these 24s spinnin'? I earned em,
And all thse pictures of me and I burned 'em
So there aint no proof that i ever walked through 8 mile
Since they aint no proof,I never walked through 8 mile
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste, now?
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin’ the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]
And I’m grindin’ 'til I’m tired
They say "You ain’t grindin’ 'til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My Life x3]

[Verse 3: The Game]
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin’ at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could [My Life x3]
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should [My Life x3]
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back

[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]
And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken [my life x3]
Like what the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My Life x3]
[My Life x3]
[My Life x3]
[My Life x3]