Lyrics that haunt you?

[sovietkitsch]

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Venus in Furs - Velvet Underground

Those 4 lines describe perfectly how I felt after they told me my favorite grandfather died. I walked 'round like a zombie for weeks, and constantly wished to be put to sleep forever.
Sounds creepy written down like this, but everybody who has lost someone they loved would probably know what I mean.

[lauralimonada]

shatteredtheframe said:

lauralimonada said:

i know theres many lyrics that just hit me deep but right now all i can think of is KOL "California Waiting:"

"By giving in, what am i giving up
Am I losing way too much?"

it has really made me consider the possibilities when i face big decisons.

and modest mouse's "The View"

"as life gets longer, awful feels softer, well it feels pretty soft to me.
and if it takes shit to make bliss, then i feel pretty blissfully."

I love Modest Mouse, and The View's got really good lyrics actually.
"If life's not beautiful without the pain, well I'd just rather never ever even see beauty again. "
That's from The View aswell.
And I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and, they both tell me that we're better than this."
"That's what I'm waiting for, that's what I'm waiting for, that's what I'm waiting for aren't I?"
"I've been beating my heart's record for speeding"

And I looove Ocean Breathes Salty. Probably my favourite MM song.

so we got another MM lover huh?
yea, i love "little motel" its my favorite from we were dead before the ship even sank.

[mollysslightreturn]

Neighbourhood 1 - Arcade Fire -

'.....since there's no-one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know.
Then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.......'

and from the same song -

'........Then we tried to name our babies
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know.
But sometimes we remember our bedrooms
and our parent's bedrooms
and the bedrooms of our friends,
then we think of our parents
but whatever happened to them?

You changed all the lead
sleeping in my head.
As the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to say.

Purify the colours, Purify my mind
Purirfy the colours, Purify my mind
and spread the ashes of the colours over this heart of mine!'......

Those last three lines destroy me.

[interestingtrash]

AHHH molly!! karma for you because i adore that song with every fiber of my being. in fact i was just in my car, driving back from class, screaming along to the song and probably scaring the folks in the cars surrounding me.. sigh, arcade fire, you are magic

[mollysslightreturn]

interestingtrash said:

AHHH molly!! karma for you because i adore that song with every fiber of my being. in fact i was just in my car, driving back from class, screaming along to the song and probably scaring the folks in the cars surrounding me.. sigh, arcade fire, you are magic

Oh Lord me too - sometimes I can't actually listen to it because I love it too much, which makes me sound like a right pretentious gaylord, but it just moves me so much. Without question one of my favourite songs.

Karma right back atcha for your excellent taste.

[alexa]

ah speaking of arcade fire lyrics. i this gives me a peculiar feeling:

Stop now before it's too late
Been eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate
Nothing lasts forever
That's the way it's gotta be
There's a great black wave in the middle of the sea
For me
For you
For me
It's always for you

[interestingtrash]

more arcade fire:

all of "Wake Up" -

somethin' filled up
my heart with nothin',
someone told me not to cry.

but now that i'm older,
my heart's colder,
and i can see that it's a lie.

children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

if the children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but out hearts get torn up.
we're just a million little gods causin' rain storms
turnin' every good thing to rust.

i guess we'll just have to adjust.

with my lightnin' bolts a-glowin',
i can see where i am goin' to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

[letter16no]

love love love wake up!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

fin

[letter16no]

but seriously, it doesn't need to be said that Sufjan Steven's "John Wayne Gacy, Jr." song is pure creepiness, especially the last part:

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took of all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid

[rainbow82]

letter16no said:

but seriously, it doesn't need to be said that Sufjan Steven's "John Wayne Gacy, Jr." song is pure creepiness, especially the last part:

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took of all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid

This kind of resembles Edgar Allan Poe's Tell-Tale Heart
I made the important parts stand out :]


TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.

It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.

And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more. If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.

[glow=blue,2,300]I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha![/glow]

When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.

No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

[letter16no]

it does! but the song above is biographical. About John Wayne Gacy hiding boys he had killed after doing the nasty on them underneath his house.

[rainbow82]

yeh wasn't there some thing on him on TV?
like 20 most horrifying hollywood murders...maybe not.

[chichi]

These lyrics aren't really spooky, but they always stick with me for some reason. They're mostly from Pearl Jam (surprise surprise):

From "Breath": "If I knew where it was, I would take you there. There's much more than this."

All of "WishList":

I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice, but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on the Christmas tree
I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the clouds
For 15 million hands upraised and open toward the sky

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood

I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept you house key on
I wish I was the pedal break that you depended on
I wish I was the verb, "to trust" and never let you down

I wish I was a radio song, the one you can't turn off
I wish I wish I wish I wish....I guess it never stops

Oh yeah, and this one from Neil Young's "Old Man": "Doesn't mean that much to me, to mean that much to you."

[japanesescream]

para mi: anything from Damien Rice's O. might just be because of his voice. but i really can't detach the words from the voice ever, they belong together

[chichi]

^^Oh definitely! I love "Rootless Tree" and "Grey Room".

[rhashr]

And all if the bubbas have got their heads in a nooooooooooood...

The way he sings that is so stupid/cool/wierd/funny

[jamiemack]

the lyrics from jamie t's back in the game are cool:

take your brother down to the sea,
have a two's on a cigarette,
young sons mosy it happily,
learn facts on the Soviets
a crowded room that fits just 3,
takes 4 do you connect?
all this shit means fuck all to me,
long livers in the subsect.

crazy billy jay jones,
robs banks just for the shits,
man alone giggling so stoned
pick up the phone
coz that money i lent
you said was just a loan,
you're danger prone,
with too much gel and
a whiff of dad's cologne,
leave me alone,
coz now you're coming down
and you've just gone and lowered the tone...

chorus x2
and after about
10 dear minutes,
he was back in the game
thought he was done man
thought he was finished,
but he's back up again

tainted brain of intoxication,
purple heart smart ass,
got on a transistor
said that you missed her
looking for selectors,
found no one better than you
with the brother boy blues,
take up the old,
tick up the avenue and
talk like you do what you do
takin' up time,
but now you come down
and it's for who the bell tolls...

chorus


wow i actually just wrote that all down.
anyway all jamie t songs are cool though;
but maybe it's the way he sings them?
awesome guy. give him a listen.

[kultbert]

besides kol lyrics i loooooooooooove maximo parks songs and lyrics!
can't get these two lines out of my head..
"some people hide their emotions
but some people show too much"
i think they're from "nosebleed" from their latest album.
fantastic.

here are the lyrics to that song..

You were born in winter, but summer came to fast
Like a child you can't control, now isn't it obvious?
That you still value his word, now that it's not there
You ask another question, now isn't it obvious?
Some people hide their emotions, and some people show too much
I'm aiming for somewhere central, now isn't it obvious?

He changed his look for you
You changed your life for him
Now, was the verdict worth the trial?

Did we go to far? Is that why you nose is bleeding?
Last night I dreamt we kissed on a bench in the evening

What went wrong with you? I never took you for a fool
But all it takes is a rumour, now isn't it obvious?
I'd love to clear the air but I can't bear to hear your voice
It's tainted with his name, now isn't it obvious?

He changed his look for you
You changed your life for him
Now, was the verdict worth the trial?

Did we go to far? Is that why you nose is bleeding?
Last night I dreamt we kissed on a bench in the evening

Did we go to far? Is that why you nose is bleeding?
Last night I dreamt we kissed on a bench in the evening
I was the one who followed and you were the one who was leading
When last night I dreamt we kissed on a bench in the evening

[double]

a couple.

baby bitch and push the little daises by ween. those are always really awkward to find myself singing at random places, just because the lyrics are so..odd.

i sing the smiths at the most random of moments. i found myself singing "bigmouth strikes again" during an exam the other day and i actually had to be asked to be quiet, . i also sing "heaven knows i'm miserable now" during work. i'm not even miserable then, i like where i work...but it's something i can't help.

[amycakes]

double, thanks for mentioning "heaven knows i'm miserable now". sometimes i feel like it sums up my life completely. it sums up a lot of people's lives actually

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now


In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die ?


Two lovers entwined pass me by
And heaven knows I'm miserable now


I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now


In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die ?


What she asked of me at the end of the day
Caligula would have blushed


"You've been in the house too long" she said
And I (naturally) fled


In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye ?


I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now


"You've been in the house too long" she said
And I (naturally) fled


In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die?