Song For You - Lyrics Thread

[SlowwHand]

The Pan Within
Waterboys



Come with me
On a journey beneath the skin
Come with me
On a journey under the skin
We will look together
For the pan within

Close your eyes
Breathe slow we’ll begin
Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we will begin
To look together
For the pan within

Swing your hips
Loose your head, and let it spin
Swing your hips
Loose you head, and let it spin
And we will look together
For the pan within

Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we will begin
Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we will begin
To look together
For the pan within

Put your face in my window
Breathe a night full of treasures
The wind is delicious
Sweet and wild with the promise of pleasure
The stars are alive
And nights like these
Were born to be
Sanctified by you and me
Lovers, thieves, fools and pretenders
And all we gotta do is surrender

Come with me
On a journey under the skin
Come with me
On a journey under the skin
And we will look together
For the pan within
When to be with you
Is not a sin
When to be with you, oh just to be with you
Is not a sin
We will look together
For the pan within

[SlowwHand]

Triple Shot Thursday; The Righteous Brothers

THE RIGHTEOUS BROTHERS' BOBBY HATFIELD died yesterday of undetermined causes at his hotel room.

(You're My) Soul And Heart's Inspiration

Girl I can't let you, do this,
Let you walk away
Girl how can I live through this
When you're all I wake up for each day baby

You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
You're all I got to get me by
You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
Without you baby what good am I

I never had much going
But at least I had you
How can you walk out knowing
I ain't got nothing left if you do baby

You're my soul an my heart's inspiration
You're all I got to get me by
You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
Without you baby what good am I
What good am I

Baby, I can't make it without you
And I'm, I'm telling you honey
You're my reason for laughing, for crying,
For living and for dying

Baby I can't make it without you
Please I'm begging you baby
If you go it will kill me, I swear it
On my soul and courage

You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
You're all I got to get me by
You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
Without you baby what good am I
Oh what good am I
Oo-oo-oo-oo....
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You've Lost That Loving Feeling

You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips.
And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips.
You're trying hard not to show it, (baby).
But baby, belive me I know it...

You've lost that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin',
You've lost that lovin' feelin',
Now it's gone...gone...gone...wooooooh.

Now there's no welcome look in your eyes when I reach for you.
And girl you're starting to criticize little things I do.
It makes me just feel like crying, (baby).
'Cause baby, something beautiful's dyin'.

You lost that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin',
You've lost that lovin' feelin',
Now it's gone...gone...gone...woooooah

Baby, baby, I'd get down on my knees for you.

If you would only love me like you used to do, yeah.

We had a love...a love...a love you don't find everyday.

So don't...don't...don't...don't let it slip away.

Baby (baby), baby (baby),
I beg of you please (please), please (please)
I need your love (I need your love), I need your love (I need your love),
So bring it on back (So bring it on back),
Bring it on back (so bring it on back).

Bring back that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin'
Bring back that lovin' feelin',
'Cause it's gone...gone...gone,
and I can't go on,
woh-oh-oh-oh

Bring back that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin'
Bring back that lovin' feelin',
'Cause it's gone...gone...gone...
And I can't go on.. wooooah
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Unchained Melody

(Chorus)
Oh my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine
I need your love, I need your love
God speed your love to me

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea, yeah
Lonely rivers sigh 'Wait for me, wait for me'
I'll be coming home, wait for me

(Chorus)

[Bas]

Husker Du - I Don't Know What You're Talking About

You're a student of the world, learning every day
Surrounded by these walls
Tell me, "Man, I've been around the block"
But you haven't seen at all
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know what you're talking about

Confrontations every day
Argue, then we go our separate ways
Always over as soon as it begins
Know that you're losing when you can't give in
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know what you're talking about

Now you live alone and it's always the same
Talking to yourself when you say that I'm to blame
There's more to life than being right and wrong
There's something in between called getting along
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know what you're talking about

Minor Threat - It Follows

I thought I had left it behind
In another ****ing time
When boys were boys, girls were girls
And faces were hard ot find

It followed me

All the stupid thinking
The stupid people thought
The rules that we lived buy
The friends that we bought
The ******* with a strong arm
In the shape of floating friends
The young ladies and their secrets
In the soap that never ends

I thought I had outrun
When I crossed the tracks
I thought I had gotten away
When it tapped me on the back

It followed me
It followed me

[Bereta_Eder]

another roughly translated

Kety Grei

It dawns and it dusks


It dawns and it dusks
Always in the same tune

Bring me to drink the most expensive drink
I pay for the eyes that I love

Bring me to drink the most expensive drink
I pay for the eyes that I love

And when you see (me) tavern-owner
Breaking (plates), raving(talking to myself)
Don't judge me badly, don't think I'm crazy
I pay for the eyes that I love

Don't judge me badly, don't think I'm crazy
I pay for the eyes that I love

My heart clouds
My tears run rain
We will certaintly go
Since we've gone so far
You in the ground and me in jail

We will certaintly go
Since we've gone so far
You in the ground and me in jail

[Bereta_Eder]

Beggining of battle

Mikis Theodorakis

Beginning of battle, new fights
Drivers of hope the first dead
Beginning of battle, new fights
Drivers of hope the first dead

No more tears, the tombs have closed
Freedom's fertilizer the first dead
No more tears, the tombs have closed
Freedom's fertilizer the first dead

Flower of fire raises from the graves
The first dead send message
Flower of fire raises from the graves
The first dead send message

The answer they will get: unity and battle
So that the first dead may find rest
The answer they will get: unity and battle
So that the first dead may find rest

[Ramo]

Hurt
Johnny Cash (written by Trent Reznor)

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear my crown of thorns
on my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stain of time
the feeling disappears
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

[Ramo]

Sam Quentin
Johnny Cash

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me
You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three
I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die
And long ago I stopped askin' why

San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.
You've cut me and have scarred me thru an' thru.
And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man;
Mister Congressman why can't you understand.

San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think I'll be different when you're through?
You bent my heart and mind and you may my soul,
And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell.
May your walls fall and may I live to tell.
May all the world forget you ever stood.
And may all the world regret you did no good.

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me.

[Ramo]

Man in Black
Johnny Cash

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

[Ramo]

Bourgeois Blues
Leadbelly

Listen here people, listen to me
Don’t try to find no home down in Washington, D.C.
‘Cause it’s a bourgeois town, ooh it’s a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues, I’m gonna spread the news all around

Me and my sweet wife, Miss Martha, run all over that town
Everywhere we go to sleep, they would turn us down
Lord, in a bourgeois town, ooh it’s a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues, I’m gonna spread the news all around

Some white folks in Washington, they know just how
Throw a colored man a nickel just to see him bow
Lord, in a bourgeois town, ooh it’s a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues, I’m gonna spread the news all around

Me and my sweet wife, Martha, we standin’ upstairs
Heard a white man say, "I don’t want no Negroes up there"
He was a bourgeois man livin’ in a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues, I’m gonna spread the news all around

This is the home of the brave, the land of the free
I don’t want to be mistreated by no bourgeoisie
Lord, in a bourgeois town, ooh it’s a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues, I’m gonna spread the news all around

[Ramo]

Midnight Special
Leadbelly

Yonder comes Miss Rosie/How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder,/Piece of paper in her hand,
Well, I’m callin’ that Captain,/"Turn a-loose my man."
Chorus
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me.
Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin’ light on me.
When you gets up in the morning,/When that big bell ring.
You go marching to the table/You meet the same old thing.
Knife and fork are on the table/Ain’t nothing in my pan.
And if you say a thing about/You have a trouble with the man.
(Chorus)
If you ever go to Houston,/Boys, you better walk right,
And you better not squabble/And you better not fight.
Benson Crocker will arrest you,/Jimmy Boone will take you down.
You can bet your bottom dollar/That you’re Sugarland bound.
(Chorus)
Well, jumping Little Judy,/She was a mighty fine girl.
She brought jumping/To the whole round world.
Well, she brought it in the morning/Just a while before day.
Well, she brought me the news/That my wife was dead.
That started me to grieving,/Whooping, hollering, and crying.
And I began to worry/About my great long time.

[self biased]

Under My Skin, mudvayne.

Nailed inside my head,
F*ck this I don't need your sh*t,
All the lies deceit and arrogance,
Talk your sh*t like my life is some kinda game,
Like you f*ckin' know me,
Just go far away and be small,
Run far away and be small,
Go lie in a hole and be small,

Thorns, splinters, pushing,
Under my skin,
They want in,
Sharpened tongue to penetrate me,

If you really think you got what it takes to be me,
Then walk a mile in the skin of my head case mental being,
So you want a piece of this life that belongs to me,
Well make a cut on the line and take a deeper look inside of the
freak,

That is me, f*cker, come on,

Disturb, search me, prying up all my scales
To get in lance the core to penetrate me,

So you want inside of me,
So you want a piece of this,
So you want to tear me down, for your own selfish wants and needs

Disturb, search me, prying, up all my scales,
To get in, lance the core to penetrate me,

So you want inside of me
So you want a piece of me,
So you want to drag me down,
For your own selfish wants and needs

You were there like a punk,
Just to get in my face,
Wanted in me wanted to be
Till I gave you a taste
Don't need your goddamn pressure
Frontin' stress I'm superman motherf*cker
Without the "s" on my chest
Trying to step in my circle I'm leaving you purple and black
On your back drop your ass like a heart attack
Rippin' through your life like a motherf*ckin'
Hurricane fist full of Novocain for the pain
You're nothing in my life in my head
You're nothing in my life in my land
Nailed inside my head

You're under my fu*ckin' skin!
I have cleansed my life now of the people who pry
And threaten place always in my face I think it's time for them
to
Go away always in my f*ckin' space,
Always in my scene always in my sight,
Always in my way

You're dead to me punk ass f*ck

There's nothing left

[SlowwHand]

Gloria
The Story Of Them Featuring Van Morrison

Like to tell you 'bout my baby, you know she comes around,
Just 'bout five feet four a-from her head to the ground.
You know she comes around here just about midnight,
She make me feel so good, Lord, she make me feel all right.
And her name is G-L-O-R-I,

G-L-O-R-I-A GLORIA
G-L-O-R-I-A GLORIA
I'm gonna shout it all night GLORIA
I'm gonna shout it every day, GLORIA
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.

She comes around here just about midnight, ha
She make me feel so good, Lord, I wanna say she make me feel all
right.
Comes a-walkin' down my street, then she comes up to my house,
She knock upon my door and then she comes to my room,
Yeah an' she make me feel all right,

G-L-O-R-I-A GLORIA
G-L-O-R-I-A GLORIA
I'm gonna shout it all night GLORIA
I'm gonna shout it every day GLORIA
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Looks so good GLORIA
All right, feel so good GLORIA
All right, yeah now.

[Bereta_Eder]

translated

Terror X Crew

Not the Hellene you're used to.


One wish I have, I want to satisfy
And I will only stop when I've demolished my enemies
Never compromised with the status quo
And I've ****ed upon everything you take for granded
Your dreams about the future, I do not partake in them
Because some stink I always smell in them
You talk about freedom, words without meaning
All my songs are banned by cencorship
I don't want you or your heroes
Keep them for yourself and all your archtypes
Hold your theory and high your moral/dedication
For your aryan race and your standing/tall
Keep your racism your ****ing fascism
Warfare accumulation and your militarism
Keep your little flags that you run and fly them in the wind
Thinking that you gain something from it
All of these I've written them on my balls, normally
And you can die for so called principles
Under my eyes I can't stand being played for a fool
I spit on every uniform and I don't run behind them
In your ugly face hide all the military personel
Your political parties and all your politicians
You know I've never given attention to the 300 hits

The parliement's sits
I want to burn all the electoral booklets
And that for which your live, 1.000 bucks

I'm not the Hellene you're used to
I'm not the Hellene you're used to
I'm not the Hellene you're used to

I have a problem for everyone of your solutions


I don't want the artists you project to me
Musicians, lyrics writers, stick them up your arse
Always stereotypes, interknitted with authority
Your only purpose money, bloody ********er
I hate your zapping and your TV
This ****ing box that controls your life
I despise the chanels and their broadcastings
The TV games and their presenters
The ads, the set up news broadcasts
Conversations, analysis, faces you want to spit upon
All of them wako, enlightened professors
Who change the lights to whomever enters the order
You always keep busting my balls with rotten perceptions
And I'm tired of your brain's lapses
I don't want war and territorial claims
I'm not a nationalist and you ask me questions
I don't watch football or any similar crap
I simply regard them all these as bull****e
Thousands of suckers, go blindly
To watch games that are set up
A mass, like animals who walk to the slaughterhouse
They yell motos and others get rich!
I don't envy anything from your way of life
Your briefcase, your costume and your impecable ironing
I don't want your routine and your alarm clock
Your robe, your living room and your switch
I don't accept your system
I don't accept the state to be murdering my ego!

I'm not the Hellene you're used to
I'm not the Hellene you're used to
I'm not the Hellene you're used to
I have a problem for every of your solutions

[Bereta_Eder]

another translated

Stereo Nova
Suburbs


Saturday afternoon in a plaza
You wander around without giving attention
You're only thinking a random combination
from numbers for a lottery system
And a lottery ticket stuck in your backpocket
That fate brought it to remain thrown
A rythme swirls around in your brain
Like a bycicle in the middle of the street
You played and you lost but someday you'll understand
That when the world remains the same, it's you who got to change
To provoke, to laugh, holding your head high
pump up the bass, feel your body again
Look around you, no pleasure is for free
Don't be clueless, they'll take you for an *******
I'm not pretending to be smart, if you want shut me down
The only thing I want is love, peace, respect
Thousands of imbeciles, twist truth
They don't stand up for noone and they live in fairytales
Look the sun is beggining to settle
We won't get lost, a road is opening up
Hey I'm talking to you show us your best scar
And come with us because it's Saturday night
Saturday night, Saturday night

Saturday night in some club, the chaos
You look at the people who dance and the people who work
A friend is passing by says hi and leaves
There is no meaning and the rhythme raises
There's only your body and several others
Random relationships that coincide because it's Saturday night, Saturady night, Saturday night

Saturday night in a corner
You contemplate what has the bigger importance
The placement of the stars or world history
A grand love affair or a simple sex act
And there couldn't be a more crazy world
Look at the rich, the middle, the working class
They hit you and you think you're hitting yourself (=dance wildly)
turn around and hit THEM with everything that you believe
This is a reason with which you can be laughing
Or simply some lyrics which you can sing
Look at my soul, it's so hungry
Like a tiger closed in a cage
Look, life belongs to us
We won't get lost 'cause a road is opening up
Hey, I'm talking to you, show us your best scar
And come with me cause it's Saturday night.
Saturday night, Saturday night

Saturday night, the clock at the plaza
You remain a lifetime in straylife
With a dog that barks to whomever passes by
This is the nothing, and there the bus stop
Listen to time, tic toc, when it passes by how it feels like
When you dream, love falls like snow
Like a story where we're both lost
Lost in space but never apart
Wrapped both in my coat
Untill your house and there on a double matress
Power of the sky, power of love
Freedom of expression, life without classes
Look how slowly the sun rises
And that which I wanted how much it drifts away
Look at the morning dew on the leaves
Inside my eyes, sceneries uninhabitted
Give me your love to fly
Give me another world to live, to die
Give joy to those who ache
To my brothers, to those that can't find a reason to laugh
Hey I'm talking to you
Come to leave together because it's Sunday morning
Sunday morning Sunday Morning

[Bereta_Eder]

Wooden Swords

Xessaloniki (wild party salonica)

All the young girls now know what's right
When the dudes on the streets tell them how much I love you 'cause I'm alone come a bit closer
And they often reply: get lost you idiot!

I fade away, into the nets I'm caught
Tonight I died, they found me on the beach
Next to the waves
Here it's nice, sir!

Wild Salonica in the Vardaris everything's open
After 1 at night strolling around parararap
The time machine you know it's already been burned
They ask you a cig but you have to be careful

I fade away, into the nets I'm caught
Tonight I died, they found me on the beach
Next to the waves
Here it's nice, sir!