Music Lyrics Thread 2008

[Morbid]

Can't believe I didn't make one of these threads yet. At least i'm kicking it off in style...with Pirate-themed Power Metal!

Alestorm-Captain Morgan's Revenge


Countless years ago while lost in barren seas

There whispered murmurs of a bloody mutiny

We took up arms and slayed the officers of rank

And with swords drawn made the captain walk the plank


And as he fell down to the depths

He swore a deadly curse

"As sure as hell's my final fate

You'll all soon die, or worse"

Now as we stand before the gallows

Waiting for the end

I'll say these final words my friend


At sunrise we'll all dance the hempen jig

So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig

The curse of Captain Morgan has led us to this fate

So have no fear, and don't look back, the afterlife awaits


We returned to port with sorrow in our chests

An evil shadow followed us on every quest

Never to feel joy again was our fate

Only misery and death, fear and burning hate


We broke the law, betrayed the code

Now time is running out

An unforgivable offence

Of that there is no doubt

Now as we stand before the gallows

Waiting for the end

I'll say these final words my friend


At sunrise we'll all dance the hempen jig

So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig

The curse of Captain Morgan has led us to this fate

So have no fear, and don't look back, the afterlife awaits


Many years have passed now

Yet the curse still lives on

And now we rot in a black prison cell

Waiting for our true calling in hell

But for the lives we leave behind

Don't shed a tear, don't cry

The only way to break this curse

Is for us all to die

Now as we stand before the gallows

Waiting for the end

I'll say these final words my friend


At sunrise we'll all dance the hempen jig

So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig

The curse of Captain Morgan has led us to this fate

So have no fear, and don't look back, the afterlife awaits

Fuggin epic as hell!

[Venom]

Let's go with a classic:

Dio - Holy Diver

Holy diver, you've been down too long in the midnight sea
oh what's becoming of me
Ride the tiger, you can see his stripes but you know he's clean
oh don't you see what I mean

Gotta get away
holy diver

Got shiny diamonds, like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue
something is coming for you, look out
Race for the morning, you can hide in the sun 'till you see the light
oh we will pray it's all right

Gotta get away...get away

Between the velvet lies
there's a truth that's hard as steel
The vision never dies
life's a never ending wheel

Holy diver, you're the star of the masquerade
no need to look so afraid, jump, jump
Jump on the tiger, you can feel his heart but you know he's mean
some light can never be seen

[solo]

Holy diver, you've been down too long in the midnight sea
oh what's becoming of me
Ride the tiger you can see his stripes but you know he's clean
oh don't you see what I mean

gotta get away..get away..gotta get away..get away
holy diver
sole survivor
you're honor's clean
holy diver..[repeat until fade]

[Crazy K]

Flight of the Conchords - Inner City Pressure


Inner city life.
Inner city pressure.
The concrete world is starting to
get ya.
The city is alive, the city is expanding.
Living in the city can
be demanding.
You pawned everything, everything you owned.
Your tooth
brush jar and a camera phone.
You don't know where you're going.
You
cross the street, you don't know why you did.
You walk back across the
street.
Standing in the sitting room.
Totally stint. And your favorite
jersey is covered in lint.
You want to sit down but you sold your chair.

So you just stand there. You just stand there...
(YOU JUST STAND THERE!)


Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.

Counting coins on the
counter of the 7/11.
From a quarter past six til a quarter to seven.
The
manager, Bevin, starts to abuse me.
Hey man, I just want some musely.

Neon signs, hidden messages.
Questions, answers, fetishes.
You know
you're not in high finance.
Considering second hand underpants.
Check
your mind, how'd it get so bad?
What happened to those other underpants you
had?
Look in your pockets, haven't found a cent yet.
Tenants on your
balls, "have you payed your rent yet?"

Inner. Inner city. Inner city
pressure.
Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.

So you think maybe
you'll be a prostitute.
Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the
flute.
Ladies wouldn't pay you very much for this.
Looks like you'll
never be a concert flutist.

You don't measure up to the expectation.

When you're unemployed, there's no vacation.
No one cares, no one
sympathizes.
You just stay home and play synthesizers.

Inner. Inner
city. Inner city pressure.
Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.

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