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  • Best Lyric

    i know this isn't a normal WarfareHq post but i just heard a song by warren zevon i haven't heard in 20 years. it has an espionage theme. it's called, "Lawyers, Guns, and Money." it has the best lyric in the world. it goes;
    " i went home with a waitress, the way i always do. how was i to know, she was with the russians too. send lawyers, guns, and money. the **** has hit the fan."
    now who knows a better lyric then that!
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    Armchair General Magazine
    Weider History Group

  • #2
    I love that song man...even got it put on those personalized CD's that a certain pop company was doing a couple years back.

    If i was ever to fufill my dream of taking over a small Latin American Republic that would be the song i would do it too

    "Dad get me out of this..."

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    • #3
      "My baby drives a Peterbilt, its wheels are big and mean.
      Stackpipes fill the air with with smoke, she's proud of that machine. Well...I met her in El Centro, in the men's room of a bar. We consumated our relationship in the front seat of my car.

      Chorus: Big Ugly Wheels, rollin' on down the line. Big Ugly Wheels, draggin' that gal of mine - home. Well...they shoulda let her roam.

      Lord, her life is sinful. Her home is on the road. Each night she's with another truckstop man who's carrying a heavy load. She wants me to be true to her, she comes home once a month - her moustache caked with vomit, and teethmarks on her butt!

      Chorus

      Lord, I hope that I'll wake from this nightmare and someday she'll be gone. Life with her's so frightening - why can't she just move on?

      Chorus"



      Big Ugly Wheels - The Beat Farmers
      I have no problem at all with being proved wrong. Especially when being proved wrong leaves the world a better place, than being proved right...

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      • #4
        Sypathy for the Devil, by the Stones............
        My favorite.....

        I stuck around St. Petersberg
        When I saw it was a time for a change
        Killed the Czar and his ministers
        Anastasia screamed in vain


        I rode a tank
        Held a general's rank
        When the Blitzkrieg raged
        And the bodies stank


        Pleased to meet you
        Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
        What's puzzling you
        Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
        "Have you forgotten the face of your father?"

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        • #5
          BLUE SHADOW
          --Dave Alvin and the Blasters

          I been around the world
          And every man bleeds the same
          But when the lights are dim
          Ya never know whoís to blame

          Chorus

          I been around the world
          And I been hunted for the things Iíve done
          But when the lights are dim
          Iím not the only guilty one

          Chorus

          I been around the world
          And every story ends the same
          But when the lights are dim
          You wonít remember my name

          Chorus

          Chorus
          And I donít want no scars to show
          I donít want no one to know
          So Iíll be killin time at the Blue Shadow
          It's the only place that I can go
          No other place for dyin slow
          So I'll be killin time at the Blue Shadow
          Last edited by Yossarian; 06 Jan 03, 19:18.

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          • #6
            there is one ultimate lyric.

            The Grateful Dead ~ Sugar Magnolias
            "she cant dance a cajun rhythm, jump like a willys in four wheel drive"

            well it's that or the lyrics of the one rapper with appreciation for ancient societies: Jay-Z "Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head, I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread, Some say I been here before because of the way I zone .Some said, Jigga zone is like the fallin of Rome

            Jigga Zone is like the fallin of Rome, never truer words 'been spoken
            Doesn't read Al Franken, can't watch Al Jazeera, will attack dumbasses. Anyone but Rumsfeld '04.

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            • #7
              Okay since i seemed to miss the theme of the post with my delusions of ruling a third world hellhole(with an iron hand..of course).

              "Hey little girl is your daddy home..did he go and leave you all alone,uh-huh,i got a bad desire.Ohohh i'm on fire....

              Bruce Springsteen"I'm on fire."

              Or a classic,

              La-la-la-Loila,now i'm not the worlds most passionate man but i can't seem to figure why she walks like a woman,but talks like a man..My loila La-la-la-Loila.

              The kinks "Loila"

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              • #8
                I know you are..but what am i?

                ...and i park in handicap spaces while handicap people make handicap faces I'm an A**hole,he's an A**hole,the yuppie A**hole.

                Excerpt from Dennis Leary's "I'm an A**hole"

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                • #9
                  Isn't this more with the theme?

                  Cat's foot iron claw
                  Neuro-surgeons scream for more
                  At paranoia's poison door
                  Twenty-first century schizoid man.

                  Blood rack barbed wire
                  Politicians' funeral pyre
                  Innocents raped with napalm fire
                  Twenty-first century schizoid man.

                  Death seed blind man's greed
                  Poets' starving children bleed
                  Nothing he's got he really needs
                  Twenty-first century schizoid man.

                  "21st Century Schizoid Man" by King Crimson

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                  • #10
                    OH NO!!It's Groundskeeper Willy,and we all know nothing can stop a greased Scotsman

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                    • #11
                      Little did ye know it was Groundskeeper Willie Wallace!

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                      • #12
                        and on top of it hes from bawsstin. oh lord no
                        Doesn't read Al Franken, can't watch Al Jazeera, will attack dumbasses. Anyone but Rumsfeld '04.

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                        • #13
                          How about this love story?

                          Honey honey, hey
                          Baby don't you want a man like me
                          Honey honey, hey
                          Baby don't you want a man like me

                          He was the Playboy Type (he smoke a pipe)
                          His fav'rite phrase was "OUTA-SITE!"
                          He had an Irish Setter

                          It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night
                          The moon was dim, the band was tight
                          They did the bump together

                          What a splendid sight,(Ren-nen-nen-nen) her teeth were white
                          The drinks were cheap (it was Ladies Nite)
                          He was glad that he met her

                          She was an office girl ("My name is Betty")
                          Her fav'rite group was HELEN REDDY
                          (They discussed the weather)

                          Honey honey, hey
                          Baby don't you want a man like me
                          Honey honey, hey
                          Baby don't you want a man like me

                          Honey honey, hey
                          Baby don't you want a
                          Baby don't you want a
                          Baby don't you want a man

                          She was the lonely sort, just a little too short
                          Her jokes were dumb and her fav'rite sport
                          Was hockey (in the winter)

                          He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest
                          Any sport with a PUCK had to be 'bout the best
                          As he jabbed his elbow in her *("Get it honey? Get it?")*

                          Later on they went off to where the music was soft,
                          The candles were drippy, they saw a REAL HIPPY
                          Who delivered their dinner

                          The rice was brown, and soon they found
                          That the crowd around that had jammed the room,
                          Well it seemed to be getting thinner

                          Honey honey, hey
                          Baby don't you want a man like me
                          Honey honey, hey
                          Baby don't you want a man like me
                          Honey honey, hey
                          Baby don't you want a
                          Baby don't you want a
                          Baby don't you want a man

                          He took her home to a motor court
                          She wouldn't kiss him, he tried to ignore it,
                          But it made him angry!
                          (angry, it made me angry, it made me so angry I could have killed that
                          lousy BITCH!)

                          He called her a slut, a pig and a *****
                          A bitch and a **** and she slammed the door
                          In a petulant frenzy!
                          (A petulant frenzy, this is a petulant frenzy.
                          I'm petulant, and I'm having a frenzy)

                          On the sofa she weeps
                          BOO HOO HOO HOO
                          She weeps and she weeps
                          BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO
                          She weeps and she peeks
                          Through the curtain

                          He just got in his car
                          But the battery's dead
                          So he asks to use the phone
                          And she gives him some head
                          And that's the end of the story

                          Honey honey, hey
                          Baby don't you want a man like me
                          Honey honey, hey
                          Baby don't you want a man like me
                          Honey honey, hey
                          Baby don't you want a
                          Baby don't you want a man
                          Baby don't you want a man sometimes?




                          Frank Zappa - Honey, Don't You Want A Man Like Me?
                          ďTo tell deliberate lies while genuinely believing in them, to forget any fact that has become inconvenient, and then when it becomes necessary again, to draw it back from oblivion for just so long as it is neededÖĒ -1984 about the Big Lie

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                          • #14
                            Not exactly my normal listening material but definately worth mentioning

                            March of Cambreadth

                            music & lyrics by H. Alexander


                            Axes flash, broadsword swing,
                            Shining armour's piercing ring
                            Horses run with polished shield,
                            Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
                            Midnight mare and blood red roan,
                            Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
                            Sound the horn and call the cry,
                            How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

                            Follow orders as you're told,
                            Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
                            Fight until you die or drop,
                            A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
                            Close your mind to stress and pain,
                            Fight till You're No Longer Sane
                            Let not one damn cur pass by,
                            How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

                            Guard your women and children well,
                            Send These Bastards Back to Hell
                            We'll teach them the ways of war,
                            They Won't Come Here Any More
                            Use your shield and use your head,
                            Fight till Every One is Dead
                            Raise the flag up to the sky,
                            How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

                            Dawn has broke, the time has come,
                            Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
                            We'll win the war and pay the toll,
                            We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
                            Midnight mare and blood red roan,
                            Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
                            Sound the horn and call the cry,
                            How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

                            for a Real Audio sample goto the bottom of this page http://www.heatherlands.com/pages/fr...midsummer.html
                            "Lord... forgive me my actions, speech and thoughts. Because, Lord, I am seriously going to kick some unrighteous ass in Your Name, Amen."
                            Princess of Wands by John Ringo (Jan 2006)

                            http://www.baen.com/chapters/W200601...9232.htm?blurb

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