Favorite Song Lyrics: 2012 Edition! ^_^

[Jack T. Chance]

Theme From M*A*S*H...

If you're anything at all like me, you've seen your share of episodes of the classic TV series M*A*S*H over the last 4 decades, and can probably hum a few bars of the show's theme song.

But if you're like me, you've probably never seen the MOVIE on which the TV show was based. If that's the case, then you may be unaware that the theme song actually has LYRICS, which were apparently deemed too controversial for TV in the 1970s. The song was written by Johnny Mandel, with Lyrics by Mike Altman, the son of the movie's director Robert Altman. Mike was only 14 when he wrote these... these are the complete lyrics, a couple verses were apparently edited out of the version on the movie's soundtrack.

"Suicide Is Painless" (Theme from M*A*S*H) by Johnny Mandel, Lyrics by Mike Altman

Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...

that suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
But now I know that it's too late, and...

that suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
So this is all I have to say...

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

The only way to win is cheat
and lay it down before I'm beat
and to another give my seat
For that's the only painless feat...

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in,
the pain grows stronger, watch it grin...

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

A brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
Is it to be or not to be?
And I replied 'Oh, why ask me?'

'Cause suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

And you can do the same thing if you please

[El Pollo Guerrera]

"You Suffer" by Napalm Death

You suffer... but why?

[Ben_Who]

I've been listening to a lot of Bob Dylan lately. Maybe I'm getting old.

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

[El Pollo Guerrera]

"Summer Of '89" by Butch Walker and the Black Widows

1, 2, 3...

Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa

Changing strings
Banging on things
A couple of girls from the school
Would listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools

Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked about loose girls from Rome
I made out with most of them
So I raised a toast to them
Especially now that I'm old

And they're 45 with husbands who don't like their wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their paper mill jobs
While their teen heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead

Can I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners?
Everyone was something and
Nothing was done right or wrong

Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa

Smothering the cover of a '69 summer
Played through a speaker of fuzz
Nobody knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
Always heard the sound
Get me out of this town
Resonating clear in my head
Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs
Ya know I'm pretty sure that he's dead

Or he's 46 and alone
Cast the heaviest stone
Suburban cover band playing bad to the bone
In a bath tub of meth
You can smell your own death
You know when you can't look your past in the eye

Can I just go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners?
Everyone was something
And I could never do any wrong

Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa

Went back to the woods
Where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out Cadillac door
We all get nostalgic
And fall for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be like before

Like the football jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I ever knew
They knew I played clubs
Let me sleep through school
And my day job boss
Who wrote it up as a loss
But let me leave when I wanted and I never got caught
Sleeping out on the field
In the back of my truck
Breaking into the bars
Stealing the beer and getting fucked
By a girl twice my age, making minimum wage
But the tan lines were good
And she had a good face
Is this what I've become?
Is this all I've become?
When do I become...?
I wanna go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners
Everyone was someone and
And I could never do any wrong

Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa

(I made bold the lyrics I particularly like.)

(Great video, too, "directed" by someone who clearly has no idea how to direct anything... lots of fun!)

[Jack T. Chance]

"On and On"...

"On and On" by Kirby Krackle

A stack of lives I hardly know
Look in my mind, a window pane, blurry
These claws I have, unmistakable
I always heal, but I never stop hurting

I have no past, no sense of time
No safe place here and no finish line
I've put more loves into the ground
than any man can say he's found
Here and questioning everything inside
has led me now, to here, this is my life

Monday comes, fly to the Savage Land
Tuesday, rooftop battles with a gang of Hand
On and on and on it goes
and on and on and on it goes, until
Wednesday morn, filled up with bullet wounds
Thursday night, tearing up the Wrecking Crew
On and on and on it goes
and on and on and on it goes

Battles fought, they never stop
When Creed appears, it never goes sweetly
Sinister glares through his test vials
When Wilson speaks, I always go crazy

There's no repast, no destiny
No time to waste with this weight on me
From Madripor to New York State,
I'll never catch these ghosts I chase
Fear and questioning everything inside
has brought me now, to here, this is my life

Monday comes, fly to the Savage Land
Tuesday, rooftop battles with a gang of Hand
On and on and on it goes
and on and on and on it goes, until
Wednesday morn, filled up with bullet wounds
Thursday night, tearing up the Wrecking Crew
On and on and on it goes
and on and on and on it goes

Until Friday night, the Elf and I get drinking
Talk and share stories from long ago
People forgotten and things we can't let go
The weekend passes like a blur
Xavier's checking in to see if I'm doing fine
And Sunday's winding down, until

Monday comes, fly to the Savage Land
Tuesday, rooftop battles with a gang of Hand
On and on and on it goes
and on and on and on it goes, until
Wednesday morn, filled up with bullet wounds
Thursday night, tearing up the Wrecking Crew
On and on and on it goes
and on and on and on it goes
and on and on and on
and on and on and on
and on and on it goes

[Jack T. Chance]

"Ring Capacity"...

My favorite "nerd rock" song, from Seattle's Kirby Krackle...

"Ring Capacity" by Kirby Krackle

I'm flying through the cold of space,
it seems I've yet to find my place
I'm guarding Twenty-Eight-Fourteen,
I don't know why it's chosen me

When from the corner of my eye
I catch a glimpse of evil light
The fear it tries to swallow me,
like I'm just some guy with an emerald...

Ring Capacity, Ninety Point One
Ring Capacity, Seventy-Nine
Ring Capacity, Sixty-Eight Five
And now I'm fighting for my life

Ring Capacity, Ninety Point One
Ring Capacity, Seventy-Nine
Ring Capacity, Sixty-Eight Five
And now the trick's to stay alive

I see the man who's made me bleed,
the one who taught me everything
A purple man obsessed with me
Soul lost to the dark and it's now extinct

from any good it once possessed
Pledge to the oath now laid to rest
No time for doubt, no quick eject
Don't give in to fear, like my father said

Ring Capacity, Fifty Point Nine
Ring Capacity, Forty-Six One
Ring Capacity, Thirty-Eight Five
And now I'm fighting for my life

Ring Capacity, Fifty Point Nine
Ring Capacity, Forty-Six One
Ring Capacity, Thirty-Eight Five
And now the trick's to stay alive

My hands burn, my skin stings
I'm running low on what I need
A blast of light, my last recourse
I find my way to the power source

In brightest day, in blackest night,
no evil shall escape my sight
Let those who worship evil's might
beware my power, Green Lantern's light!

Ring Capacity, Forty-Six One
Ring Capacity, Fifty-Eight Nine
Ring Capacity, Sixty-Four Five
And now I'm charged and burning bright

Ring Capacity, Seventy-Five
Ring Capacity, Eighty-Three Two
Ring Capacity, Ninety-Nine Nine
And now I'm back into the fight

That should've been the theme song for the recently cancelled Green Lantern: The Animated Series.

[CrazedClerkthe2nd]

I've been on a bit of a Leonard Cohen kick lately...

Hallelujah

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who has seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

[JoitheArtist]

My favorite song of the year:

"Little Talks," by Of Monsters and Men.

I don't like walking around this old and empty house.
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear

The stairs creak as I sleep,
it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes

Some days I can't even dress myself.
It's killing me to see you this way.

'Cause though the truth may vary
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

There's an old voice in my head
that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks.

Soon it will all be over, buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
and full of life and full of love.

Some days I feel like I'm wrong when I am right.
Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear.

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same.
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

You're gone, gone, gone away,
I watched you disappear.
All that's left is a ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
there's nothing we can do,
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon.

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep.

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same.
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same.
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore (x3)

[Salted Grump]

Rocket Dragon

I wield the true all-seeing eye
My vision digitized and bright despite the veil of night
Those really people on my screen?
They run around in panic in between places to hide,
as I tear up the street outside

Run, run away or remain with the ones
with nowhere to go as The Sky falls to Earth

Stay down if once you have fallen
It’s all coming down
The world ends and fades out
Stay down if once you have fallen to the ground
Can you hear the sound of a demon in search of its prey?

I long to give them all a taste,
a sudden breath of hellfire raised to send them all away
A few more souls to make my day

As I burn down and murder I know that God forgives
‘Spite all the things I’ve done,
my soul yet forever lives
All those caught in the shadow of my wings have cause to fear
I swear on all I’ve done
No evil shall linger here

[Jack T. Chance]

"Parasite"

Another one that reminds me of a failed relationship from a few years ago...

"Parasite" by Disturbed

You've got nowhere to hide,
and all bullshit aside,
you've committed a terrible crime
You've stepped over the line
and you'd better be running for your life!

Fucked over again,
I even called you a friend
A mistake I won't be repeating
I just don't understand
how you can even continue to deny

You know why?
(You don't remember why)
Don't you pretend that you don't know why!
(You fucking parasite)
Because you're living through
association that has been getting you high
You'd sell your soul for just a taste of my life!

Now what a surprise,
to discover the lies
you'll be telling again in no time
You just don't realize
they'll come back and be fucking up your life!

In trouble again,
I just don't understand
this whole pattern that keeps repeating
You know you'll do it again
and admit you can step into the light

You know why?
(You don't remember why)
Don't you pretend that you don't know why!
(You fucking parasite)
Because you're living through
association that has been getting you high
You'd sell your soul for just a taste of my life
Determination has been running on high
No control, for just a taste of my life!

Because your association has been getting you high
You'd sell your soul for just a taste of my life
Determination has been running on high
No control, for just a taste of my life

For just a taste of my life

You've got nowhere to hide,
and all bullshit aside,
you've committed a terrible crime
You've stepped over the line
and you'd better be running for your life!

[Jack T. Chance]

"Sickened"...

Here's one of my current faves, which I'm dedicating to anyone that's ever been in a relationship that made you say, after it was over, "WTF was I thinking?!?"

"Sickened" by Disturbed

Take me away yeah!

That's enough of all your taunting
Seems I can't remove you from my mind
Don't you know sometimes I wish they'd
kill me for wanting you
I will sit alone in silence,
gather all the meaning I can find
Will you be defeated when they
kill me for wanting you?

I can't believe that my sanity lies
in abandoning you
I can't recall a more helpless time
perpetrated by you!

Sickened from wanting you
Frightened of finding the truth
Don't say anymore
Now my mind isn't changing
This reckoning's long overdue

Alabaster walls surround me
in the prison of my own design
Will I win my freedom if they
kill me for wanting you?
In the arms of Hell will hound me,
just as long as I remain confined
I will be completed when they
kill me for wanting you

I can't believe that my sanity lies
in abandoning you
I can't recall a more helpless time
perpetrated by you!

Sickened from wanting you
Frightened of finding the truth
Don't say anymore
Now my mind isn't changing
This reckoning's long overdue

So I have determined that I am all done
Will I bury another problem
in the graveyard you allowed me to find?
So I have determined that I am no one
Will I finally cling to something
that has never been tied to
any single memory of you?

Sickened from wanting you
Frightened of finding the truth
Don't say anymore
Now my mind isn't changing
This reckoning's long overdue

So I have determined that I am all done
Will I bury another problem
in the graveyard you allowed me to find?

[worddork]

"No One Likes Superman" by I Fight Dragons

Strong hands, strong mind
Strong all the time
Straightforward and kind
Too simply defined…

Chorus:
Cuz no one wants to know the man who stands for things we outgrow
He’s too noble and too blind
We’re all older now and we don’t need someone to care about
The innocence we left behind…

(Don’t touch that dial)
(It’s just that goodness is out of style)

Be dark, be cold
(so conflicted)
No hand to hold
(heart constricted)
Dark Knight, bright soul
(we’re addicted)
No room here for the bold…

Chorus

And what if he can fly?
Hey, well so can I
Jet Blue or United Airlines
And who cares if he’s strong
All we see’s the wrong we’ve done
Reflected in his eyes...

Chorus

[BookstoreEscapee]

A good thing to remember: Not Perfect by Tim Minchin

This is my Earth
And I live in it
It's one third dirt and two thirds water
And it rotates and revolves through space
At rather an impressive pace
And never even messes up my hair
And here's the really weird thing
The force created by it's spin
Is the force that stops the chaos flooding in

This is my Earth
And it's fine
It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
It's not perfect, but it's mine
It's not perfect

This is my country
And I live in it
It's pretty big and nice to walk on
And the bloke who runs my country
Has built a demagoguery
And taught us to be fearful and boring
And the weirdest thing is that he is
Conservative of politics
But really rather radical of eyebrows

This is my country
And it's fine
It's where I spend a vast majority of my time
It's not perfect, but it's mine
It's not perfect

This is my house
And I live in it
It's made of cracks and photographs
We rent it off a guy who bought it from a guy
Who bought it from a guy
Whose granddad left it to him
And the weirdest thing is that this house
Has locks to keep the baddies out
But they're mostly used to lock ourselves in

This is my house
And it's fine
It's where I spend a vast majority of my time
It's not perfect, but it's mine
It's not perfect, but it's mine

This is my body
And I live in it
It's thirty-one and six months old
It's changed a lot since it was new
It's done stuff it wasn't built to do
I often try to fill it up with wine
And the weirdest thing about it is
I spend so much time hating it
But it never says a bad word about me

This is my body
And it's fine
It's where I spend a vast majority of my time
It's not perfect, but it's mine
It's not perfect

This is my brain
And I live in it
It's made of love and bad song lyrics
It's tucked away behind my eyes
Where all my screwed up thoughts can hide
Cause God forbid I hurt somebody
And the weird thing about a mind
Is that every answer that I find
Is the basis of a brand new cliche

This is my brain
And it's fine
It's where I spend a vast majority of my time
It's not perfect, but it's mine
It's not perfect, but it's mine
It's not perfect
I'm not quite sure I've worked out how to work it
It's not perfect, but it's mine
But it's mine

[Jack T. Chance]

"What If?"

The eternal question that forever plagues our minds, and drives some of us crazy...

"What If?" by Godsmack

Been disconnected for so long
and left my mark here along the way
So many years have come and gone
So many fears have remained the same

I see a faith
I swim and play
Yet drowning all possibilities
beyond what I believe and know
I cut the cord free of home again

It turns to silence,
a silence sometimes I can hear
Internal violence,
a struggle deep within, what if?

What if I leave, could I still breathe?
What if I breathe, could I still be?
And if I leave, would I be me?

I lost my hope along the way
I lost my hope along the way!

It turns to silence,
a silence sometimes I can hear
Internal violence,
a struggle deep within, what if?

What if I leave, could I still breathe?
What if I breathe, could I still be?
And if I leave, would I be me?

What if?
What if?
What if?

It turns to silence,
a silence sometimes I can hear!
Internal violence,
a demon deep within, what if?!

What if I leave, could I still breathe?
What if I breathe, could I still be?
And if I leave, would I be me?

What if?
What if?
What if?!

[Dave1982]

Thread re-opened.

Sorry Jack...this one had gotten pushed to the mods' back-burner and forgotten about. No real issues with it. Carry on.