Lyrics that make you go WTF!?!

[Zoots]

Man On The Edge - Iron Maiden
Once he built missiles a nation's defence
Now he can't even give birthday presents

 

[No spoken words]

Please, Zoots.....here you go:

Maniac, by Michael Sembello

Just a steel town girl on a saturday night, lookin' for the fight of her life
In the real-time world no one sees her at all, they all say she's crazy

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life
She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire
On a wire between will and what will be

She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she's never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she's never danced before

On the ice-build iron sanity is a place most never see
It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it
You work all your life for that moment in time, it could come or pass you by
It's a push of the world, but there's always a chance
If the hunger stays the night

There's a cold connective heat, struggling, stretching for defeat
Never stopping with her head against the wind

She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know
And she's dancing like she's never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know
And she's dancing like she's never danced before

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire
On a wire between will and what will be

She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know
And she's dancing like she's never danced before

 

[corianderstem]

REM "Leaving New York"

leaving was never my proud

I want to beat Michael Stipe with a stick whenever I hear that line in an otherwise lovely song.

 

[Zoots]

Yeah Maniac sounds pretty damn WTF! I've heard the song before of course but never paid attention to the lyrics.

As for Stipe, he used a little poetic license... give him a break!

 

[Zoots]

I hope that Shakira breasts/mountains lyric is gonna be posted here at some point!

I don't really know the song or else I would post it here myself. lol

 

[Zoots]

Heirloom - Björk

I have a recurrent dream
Everytime I loose my voice
I swallow little glowing lights
My mother and son baked for me

And during the night
They do a trapeze walk
Until they're in the sky
Right above my bed

While I'm asleep
My mother and son pour into me
Warm glowing oil
Into my wide open throat

 

[corianderstem]

As for Stipe, he used a little poetic license... give him a break!

Poetic license is all fine and good until it sounds stupid and like they don't know how to use English.

 

[U2isthebest]

I hope that Shakira breasts/mountains lyric is gonna be posted here at some point!

I don't really know the song or else I would post it here myself. lol

"Lucky that my lips not only mumble, they spill kisses like a fountain. Luck that my breasts are small and humble, so you don't confuse them with mountains."

It's from "Whenever, Wherever"

 

[impy13]

I guess pretty much all of Visions of Johanna. And it's still one of my favorite songs of all time.

 

[DaveC]

I am gonna have a field day with this thread.

Give me a little while.

 

[lazarus]

Man On The Edge - Iron Maiden
Once he built missiles a nation's defence
Now he can't even give birthday presents

That's bad, but let's go back 24 years ago to a much better (and similarly themed) Maiden lyric:


"The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun."

--from 2 Minutes to Midnight

 

[lazarus]

REM "Leaving New York"

leaving was never my proud

I want to beat Michael Stipe with a stick whenever I hear that line in an otherwise lovely song.

You can hand that stick to me when you're done.

 

[impy13]

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head


Well, I don't know what on his head, Chad. I can't see the damn thing. Maybe music is the wrong medium for this sort of exhibition.

 

[If you shout...]

The Irish have been coming here for years
Feel like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, asphalt, dance floor, they even got the police
Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics
Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew,
Living happily not like me and you
That's where I lost you... NewYork [sic; compliments of the ever-embarrassing www.u2.com]

Fucking awful. Honestly. So bad.

 

[LMP]

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head


Well, I don't know what on his head, Chad. I can't see the damn thing. Maybe music is the wrong medium for this sort of exhibition.

I'll have a quesadilla?

 

[Zoots]

How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head

I can't believe those are the actual third and fourth lines! I usually change the station after the second line.

 

[phillyfan26]

As much as this song rocks....

Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant
White heat is screaming in the jungle
Complete the motion if you stumble
Go ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with 50 belly dancers

The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to

Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone
So smart she's leading me to ozone
Music the great communicator
Use two sticks to make it in the nature
I'll get you into penetration
The gender of a generation
The birth of every other nation
Worth your weight the gold of meditation
This chapter's going to be a close one
Smoke rings I know your going to blow one
All on a spaceship persevering
Use my hands for everything but steering
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
Mop tops are happy when they feed you
J. Butterfly is in the treetop
Birds that blow the meaning into bebop

The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to

Wait a minute I'm passing out
Win or lose just like you
Far more shocking
Than anything i ever knew
How about you
10 more reasons
Why i need somebody new just like you
Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
Right on cue

Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant

Kick start the golden generator
Sweet talk but don't intimidate her
Can't stop the gods from engineering
Feel no need for any interfering
Your image in the dictionary
This life is more than ordinary
Can I get 2 maybe even 3 of these
Come from space
To teach you of the pliedes
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
This life is more than just a read thru

 

[Zoots]

RHCP's whole discography is pretty much WTF when it comes to lyrics. Here's a particularly amusing section of the song Give It Away...

My mom I love her 'cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin' good my brother gonna hug me
Drinkin' my juice young love chug-a-lug me

 

[impy13]

RHCP's whole discography is pretty much WTF when it comes to lyrics.

Proving how lazy, trite, boring, and stale they can be and, more often than not, are.

I'll have a quesadilla?

You win.

 

[pat132]

Man On The Edge - Iron Maiden
Once he built missiles a nation's defence
Now he can't even give birthday presents

Quest for Fire is worse than this (Bruce wrote the lyrics for this one, and it's pretty bad, usually Maiden have great lyrics)

In a time when dinosaurs walked the earth
When the land was swamp and caves were home
In an age when prize possession was fire
To search for landscapes men would roam.

Then the tribes they came to steal their fire
And the wolves they howled into the night
As they fought a vicious angry battle
to save the power of warmth and light.

Drawn by quest for fire
They searched all through the land
Drawn by quest for fire
Discovery of man.

And they thought that when the embers died away
That the flame of life had burnt and died
Didn't know the sparks that made the fire
Were made by rubbing stick and stone.

So they ploughed through the forest and swamps of danger
And they fought the cannibal tribes and beasts
In the search to find another fire
To regain the power of light and heat.

Drawn by quest for fire
They searched across the land
Drawn by quest for fire
Discovery of man.

 

[Lancemc]

I guess pretty much all of Visions of Johanna. And it's still one of my favorite songs of all time.

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

Weird? Maybe.

But like you said, one of the best songs ever. The imagery in this is just insanely rich, and it certainly takes you somewhere completely foreign, even if I don't quite know where that is.

 

[impy13]

Spiders are singing in the salty breeze
Spiders are filling out tax returns
Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies
On a private beach in Michigan

Why can't they wish their kisses good
Why do they miss when their kisses should
Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys
On a private beach in Michigan

This recent rash of kidsmoke
All these telescopic poems
It's good to be alone

Why can't they say what they want
Why can't they just say what they mean
Come clean, listen and talk
Hello private callers, IDs blocked

The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars
The future has a valley and a shortcut around
Who will wear the crown of drowning award
Hold a private light on a Michigan shore

You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke
From a microscopic home
It's good to be alone

I'll be in my bed
You can be the stone
That raises from the dead
And carries us all home

There's no blood on my hands
I just do as I am told

 

[Zoots]

Re: Re: Lyrics that make you go WTF!?!

Drawn by quest for fire
They searched all through the land
Drawn by quest for fire
Discovery of man.

 

[SeattleVertigo]

Vampire Weekend, Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa:

But this feels so unnatural
Peter Gabriel too

What's that about? I figure it's just a nod to the master Gabriel, but strange.

 

[No spoken words]

Spiders are singing in the salty breeze
Spiders are filling out tax returns
Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies
On a private beach in Michigan

Why can't they wish their kisses good
Why do they miss when their kisses should
Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys
On a private beach in Michigan

This recent rash of kidsmoke
All these telescopic poems
It's good to be alone

Why can't they say what they want
Why can't they just say what they mean
Come clean, listen and talk
Hello private callers, IDs blocked

The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars
The future has a valley and a shortcut around
Who will wear the crown of drowning award
Hold a private light on a Michigan shore

You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke
From a microscopic home
It's good to be alone

I'll be in my bed
You can be the stone
That raises from the dead
And carries us all home

There's no blood on my hands
I just do as I am told

I see them next week.

 

[angelordevil]

Spiders are singing in the salty breeze

I can hear them now! So beautiful.

RHCP's whole discography is pretty much WTF when it comes to lyrics.

This was Pearl Jam's attempt at a RHCP tribute...it was actually written while they were on tour with them in the early '90s. I don't know about you, but I adore songs about serial killer bus drivers.

Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank Dahmer he's a gourmet cook, yeah.
I got a recipe for anus ankle soup, yeah.
Wanted a pass. So she relaxed. Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the back.
I got a cupboard full of fleshy fresh ingredients
A very careful at the same time quite expedient.
Eats meat. A release.
Bus driving's harder on your head than on your feet.

Dirty Frank. Dirty Frank yeah
A Dirty Frank A Dirty Frank yea oh

Keeps it clean. a keeps it copeseptic
A little boys and girls their heads are all collected.
A not crazy. a per se
Just a little strange when he gets hungry.
City state your town he will continue.
A stadiums tiny clubs every venue.
A his bus. a your trust.
There goes another turned into crust.
Dirty Frank a Dirty Frank yeah. A Dirty Frank. oh a Dirty Frank.

Yeah, oh, watch it! now
Why that dirty Frank was a bad mother... Shut your mouth! Hey man, I'm just talking about Dirty Frank.

Oh wa-ha a yea cookoo there fucking crazy these kids are driving me crazy

Oh, middle of the night we're stopped the freeway shoulder.
A frank's shoveling to bury the leftovers.
A they're sunk. He's drunk.
Now he's gonna drive I'm hiding in my bunk. Oh.
The band all knows. We're too afraid to mention.
A Don't want to be part of Frank's luncheon.
A lose weight. A be safe. Where's Mike McCready? My god he's been ate!

Dirty Frank. A Dirty Frank, yeah.
A Dirty Frank. Oh, a Dirty Frank, yeah,.
Dirty Frank Dirty Frank yea
Dirty Frank oh a Dirty Frank a yea yea yea

Why that dirty Frank was a bad mother... Shut your mouth! Hey man, I'm just talking about dirty Frank. Yeah.

Cook 'em just to see the look on their face. I cook 'em just to see the look on their face. [x10]


(Ok I think that's enough)

 

[LMP]

I want some Anus Ankle Soup now.

 

[DaveC]

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a Deuce
Another runner in the night

Madman drummers bummers Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way in to his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder feeling kinda' older I tripped the merry go round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground

The calliope crashed to the ground and she was blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night.

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a Deuce
Another runner in the night

Some silicone sister with her manager mister told me I got what it takes
She said I'll turn you on sonny to something strong play the song with the funky break
And go kart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart see if it was safe outside
And little Early Pearly came by in his curly wurly and asked me if I needed a ride

Asked me if I needed a ride
And she was blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight
She's gonna make it through the night
She's gonna make it through the night

Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun, but mama
That's where the fun is

Some brimstone baritone anti cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
Says Dethrone the Dictaphone hit it in his funny bone and that's where they expect it least
And some new mown chaperone was standing in
The corner watching the young girls dance
And some fresh sewn moonstone was messing with his frozen zone reminding him of romance

The calliope crashed to the ground
And she was blinded by the light
revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a Deuce
Another runner in the night

Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
and some bloodshot forget me not his daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band.

She got down but she never got tight she's gonna' make it through the night.

I am shocked that this thread made it to page two and nobody posted the lyrics to this classic.

 

[BonoIsMyMuse]

I get to be 15 rows away from Nels when he shreds through that solo in 10 days

 

[phillyfan26]

I am shocked that this thread made it to page two and nobody posted the lyrics to this classic.

Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuce

(Though the lyrics look a little off.)