Marilyn Manson - Deep Six

You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus?

"Better watch yourself"

You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus?

"You better watch yourself"

"You better watch yourself"

Yeah

It's like a stranger had a key, came inside my mind

And moved all my things around

He didn't know snakes can't kneel or pray

Can't try to break my psyche down

It's as if my feathers were wax

And your artillery lead

Do you like our bed?

Do you like our bed?

Deep six (Six), six, six feet deep

Deep six (Six), six, six feet deep

Yeah

It's like a stranger had a key, came inside my mind

And moved all my things around

He didn't know snakes can't kneel or prey

Can try to break my psyche down

As if my feathers were wax

And your artillery lead

Do you like our bed?

Do you like our bed?

As if my feathers were wax

And your artillery lead

Do you like our bed?

Do you like our bed?

Deep six (Six), six, six feet deep

Deep six (Six), six, six feet deep

Yeah

You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus?

"You better watch yourself"

You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus?

"You better watch yourself"

"You better watch yourself, better watch yourself"

(Watch yourself, watch yourself, watch yourself)

Love is evil

Con is confidence

Eros is sore

Sin is sincere

Love is evil

Con is confidence

Eros is sore

Sin is sincere

Love is evil

Con is confidence

Eros is sore

Sin is sincere

Love is evil

Con is confidence

Eros is sore

Sin is sincere

Sin is sincere

Sin is sincere

Sin is sincere

Deep six (Six), six, six feet deep

Deep six (Six), six, six feet deep

You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus?

"You better watch yourself"

You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus?

"You better watch yourself"

Sonic Youth - Paper Cup Exit

Skimming the tops of tall trees

Thru the clear light of free speech

A sudden memory dis-ease

Claims the air all around me

I'll get lost in the slipstream

Maybe relive the same dream

Of coming in from the cold

And losing half of my soul

Memory disease across United States

That I had told the truth

Feel so high -- architectural

I look to the skies and see our bodies

They were rising up

Out of the paper cup

A sea change is due

Idols in fescue

Touch down on the new Mason-Dixon line

The map is ripped and torn

Tilted frame with all hope gone

I don't mind if you sing a different song

Sing a different song

Just as long as you sing, as you sing, sing along

It's later than it seems

It's later than it seems

It's later than it seems

Time everyone came clean

It's what you didn't say

It's what you didn't say

Don't want to be a slave

It's what you didn't

Skimming the tops of tall trees

Thru the clear light of free speech

Comin' in for a landing

I got a soul understanding

It all comes down to a word

It's just like nothing, I heard

Over the rainbow in time

Will be one helluva climb

High lights bright life

Sweet pie clear sky

Sky reminiscent

Of honey in yr eye

Unwind

Saturnalia

I don't mind if you sing a different song

Sing a different song

Just as long as you sing, as you sing, sing along

It's later than it seems

It's later than it seems

It's later than it seems

New ears are listening

It's what you didn't say

It's what you didn't say

Don't want to be a slave

It's what you didn't say

Nothing to give away

Morrissey - Tomorrow

Tomorrow,

Will it really come?

And if it does come,

Will I still be human?

All I ask of you,

Is one thing that you never do,

Would you put your arms around me,

(I won't tell anyone).

Tomorrow,

Does it have to come.

All I ask of you,

Is one thing that you'll never do,

Would you put your arms around me,

(I won't tell anybody).

Tomorrow,

And what must come before...

Oh! The pain in my arms!

Oh! The pain in my legs!

Oh! My shiftless body.

Tomorrow,

It's surely nearer now.

You don't think I'll make it,

I never said I wanted to.

Well, did I?

Oh! the pain in my arms!

Oh! the pain in my legs!

Oh yeah! and oh yeah!

And, Oh yeah! and oh yeah!

Oh! Through my shiftless body.

Tomorrow,

Tomorrow.

All I ask of you, oh, oh-oh,

Is would you tell me that you love me,

Tell me, tell me that you love me.

Tell me, tell me that you love me.

Tell me that you love me.

Oh! I know you don't mean it.

Oh! I know you don't mean it.

Tell me, tell me that you love me.

Tell me, tell me that you love me.

Tell me oh! Tell me oh! Tell me oh!

Cocteau Twins - Aloysius

Silly silly saliva

Sassy shear near

She should've

She sighed the grove

Ska pop

Sa pum

Sa po

Emma Ruth Rundle - In My Afterlife

Taken to task in some Engine of Hell
I lacked the toll to cross the river there
someone forgot to put the sterling on my brow
Gone from a world, that I might sail

Taken to plow off this debt somehow
Somewhere in the outer planets
I think that its cold but I'm not sure that this is my body
I was robbed of my mask in some engine of Hell

I have a feeling that I might be here a while
you might want to call in a maid to help keep you clean
But I remembered all of your lines from life
And told them to my keeper
He said that you were funny but a liar
Some dark deceiver
Some dark deceiver.

Now I'm free drifting though Saturn’s debris
things cut and floating through a blackness that never seems to end
I think if I willed it, I could return home
But the warmth of the sun, it has become searing

I have a feeling that I might float here a while
Rift and directionless, that I might spin myself
But I remembered all of your lines from the living
And told them to my nearest keeper
A distant star there was laughing
Said you were funny and now we’re free

And now we’re free.>

The Kills - Kiss the Wrong Side

These gifts that you give me are so pretty
These gifts that you give me are not mine
You give me mirrors, all eyes no mouth
You give me mirrors of yourself

These gifts that you give me, a' comin' to cure me
These gifts that you give me are not nice
You give me mirrors to keep me from feeling
You give me mirrors to keep me sweet an'

Kiss the wrong side
Kiss the wrong side

These gifts that you give me are so pretty
These gifts that you give aren't really mine
You give me mirrors to keep me from feeling
You give me mirrors to keep me sweet an'

Kiss the wrong side
Kiss the wrong side

Kiss the wrong side

The Pogues - The Broad Majestic Shannon

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
Blowing up the road to Glenaveigh
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go

Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years babe

I sat for a while by the gap in the wall
Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
Heard the cards being dealt, and the rosary called
And a fiddle playing Sean Dun na nGall
And the next time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks
There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl
About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball

So I walked as day was dawning
Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
Where we once watched the row boats landing
By the broad majestic Shannon

Alanis Morissette - That I Would Be Good

That I would be good even if I did nothing

That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down

That I would be good if I got and stayed sick

That I would be good even if I gained ten pounds

That I would be fine even if I went bankrupt

That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth

That I would be great if I was no longer queen

That I would be grand if I was not all knowing

That I would be loved even when I numb myself

That I would be good even when I am overwhelmed

That I would be loved even when I was fuming

That I would be good even if I was clingy

That I would be good even if I lost sanity

That I would be good whether with or without you

I, I would

I, I

L7 - Drama

Wah Wah

One and one is two

Bring on the drama

I'm watching TV

and I don't need you

We got a drama

I'll tell you something and you know it's true

You're full of drama

My piss is yellow and the sky is blue

We got a drama

Spare me

You're draining me

Wah Wah

One and one is two

Bring on the drama

There's something wrong yeah I agree

We got a drama

I'll tell you something

you're choking me

With all your drama

Life stinks and the grass is green

We got a drama

Spare me

You're draining me, draining me..

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - The Weeping Song

Go son, go down to the water

And see the women weeping there

Then go up into the mountains

The men, they are weeping too

Father, why are all the women weeping?

They are weeping for their men

Then why are all the men there weeping?

They are weeping back at them

This is a weeping song

A song in which to weep

While all the men and women sleep

This is a weeping song

But I won’t be weeping long

Father, why are all the children weeping?

They are merely crying son

O, are they merely crying, father?

Yes, true weeping is yet to come

This is a weeping song

A song in which to weep

While all the little children sleep

This is a weeping song

But I won’t be weeping long

O father, tell me, are you weeping?

Your face seems wet to touch

O then I’m so sorry, father

I never thought I hurt you so much

This is a weeping song

A song in which to weep

While we rock ourselves to sleep

This is a weeping song

But I won’t be weeping long

No, I won’t be weeping long

No, I won’t be weeping long

No, I won’t be weeping long