ITT: lyrics that give you goosebumps

>its frustrating when you just can't express yourself
>and its hard to trust enough to undress yourself
>to stand exposed and naked, in a world full of hatred
>where the sick thoughts of mankind control all the sacred
>I pause, take a step back, record all the setbacks
>fast forward towards the stars in a jetpack
>my feet might fail me, my heart might ail me
>the synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me
>strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me
>they might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me
>they might can feel the music but could never ever feel me
>to the lawyers, to the sheriffs, to the judges, to the debt holders and lawmakers
>fuck you, sue me, bill me
>that name on that birth certificate, that ain't the real me
>the lies can't conceal me
>the sunrise, the moontides, and the sky's gon' reveal me
>my brain pours water out my tear ducts to heal me
>my Lord's too beneficent
>the message grab a hold to every ear it gets whispered in
>the waters in the bayous of new Orleans still glistenin'
>the universe is listenin', be careful what you say in it
>my grandma told me every bed a nigga make he lay in it
>the church you go to pray in it, the work is on the outside
>staring out the windows is for love songs and house flies

>AH, LOOK AT ALL THE LONELY PEOPLE
I don't know why

>I'm mad...And that's a fact
>I found out...Animals don't help
>Animal think...They're pretty smart
>Shit on the ground...See in the dark.

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel

Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home

Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone

>BUT THE SUN IS ECLIPSED BY THE MOOOOOOOON

>wish I could turn back time
>to the good old days

No more deluded by reaction,
On tyrants only we'll make war!
The soldiers too will take strike action,
They'll break ranks and fight no more!
And if those cannibals keep trying,
To sacrifice us to their pride,
They soon shall hear the bullets flying,
We'll shoot the generals on our own side.

>one second apart
floydmind

>I was eating pork and rines with a bitch from ny times
>i dont eat no pork and rines but that bitch was mighty fine

>If you believe in this world then no one has died in vain
>But don't you dare get to the top and not know what to do

And

>Life is never so bad that it can't gwt any worse

>Tries to meme
>fails

>wish we could turn back time
>to the good ole days

>When you know as well as me you'd rather see me paralyzed
>Why don't you just come out once and scream it

jesus christ this song is so good. probably my fav song from him. the insanely beautiful melody mixed with the unadulterated hate in the lyrics give me chills every fucking time

>goddammit

>A voice coach taught me to sing
>He couldn't teach me to love

>Well I'm of several minds

>I swung my fiery sword
>I vent my spleen at the Lord
>He is abstract and bored
>Too much a milk and honey

100% agree, its almost spooky

>I could try to be big in the eyes of the world
>what matters to me is what I could be to just one girl
>I'm a little bit scared cause I haven't been home in a long time.

the best

>though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to break
>still, my dear, I'd have walked you to the edge of the water
>and they will recognize all the lines of your face
>in the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter

>Some might say I'm heaven sent
>I just say they're full of shit because I never asked for this

>tomorrow didn't come
>some say it's hiding
>but they're the ones who've hidden

>WAKE ME UP
>WAKE ME UP INSIDE
>CAN'T WAKE UP
>SAAAAAAVE MEEEEEEEEE

>I never loved anything until I loved you

God dammit

>Every time I cry about your transience, I replace you with the thought of the growing moon as I climb towards it, tell myself "it's not too late," and rest assured that I won't ever have to care about anyone, because it's too late and with you it gets harder to realize it gets harder. Do ever think about...you promised. I want to die when you're not here, because I'm convinced that everyone else thinks I'm a dick. My ideals fog up my windshield and I crash into the houses they depict in their songs.
I want to be a part of you again, face the crowds and turn back again, rediscover why we're turning___
back away, from a town you say has lost all of its meaning, in a way, I can't see the town I only see frustration, and see a landscape, a blank, raw canvas. And yes, we're all our own co-pilots, in our cockpits made of tin, and when we think about each other we despise the states we're in. I can't tell you that it's better, because I'm, truly, not that sure, but I think that this is better because this way we are sure that we're not happy yet.

>Why you gotta fight with me at Cheesecake
>You know I love to go there
>Say I'm actin' lightskin,
>I can't take you nowhere

this formatting gave me cancer

Me too, sorry

NOW I CAN SEE THE WHALESSS

>Every time I cry about your transience, I replace you with the thought of the growing moon as I climb towards it, tell myself "it's not too late," and rest assured that I won't ever have to care about anyone, because it's too late and with you it gets harder to realize it gets harder. Do ever think about...you promised. I want to die when you're not here, because I'm convinced that everyone else thinks I'm a dick. My ideals fog up my windshield and I crash into the houses they depict in their songs.
>I want to be a part of you again, face the crowds and turn back again, rediscover why we're turning back away, from a town you say has lost all of its meaning, in a way, I can't see the town I only see frustration, and see a landscape, a blank, raw canvas. And yes, we're all our own co-pilots, in our cockpits made of tin, and when we think about each other we despise the states we're in. I can't tell you that it's better, because I'm, truly, not that sure, but I think that this is better because this way we are sure that we're not happy yet.

>and I keep'em three hundred
>like the Romans

>16 just held such better days,Days when I still felt alive
>I couldn't wait till I got home,To pass the time in my room alone

always reminds me of all those years I was depressed

Fucking this, that song scares the shit outta me for some reason.

>Goin home, goin home
>by the waterside I will rest my bones
>Listen to the river sing sweet songs
>TO ROCK MY SOUL

>I wish the milkman would deliver my milk
>In the morning

>No one was saved

Gets me every time.

dont you won-der sometiimeess?

>JEREMY SPOKE IN CLAAAAAYYYYYUUUUUUUSSSS TODAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Also yes, I'm being completely serious.

>Please
>Listen to me
>Don't let go
>Don't let this desperate moonlight leave me
>With your empty pillow
>Promise me the sun will rise again

>I too am tired now
>Embracing thoughts of tonight's dreamless sleep
>My head is empty
>My toes are warm
>I am safe from harm

>I would like some milk from the milkman's wife's tits
>I would like some milk from the milkman's wife's tits

>In the final seconds
>I think he knew everything you are
>A plague on the horizon
>In the cold arena where you're...

>Trapped
>In the moment you met
>In the lifetime alive
>What you said wasn't loud enough
>But you did know how
>You can take it from me
>There's a light in your eyes
>There's a thing you were always saying
>And it is no words

Fuck yeah, Slint! Spiderland is a poetic masterpiece.

(Every song on that album gives me goosebumps)

>Kyrie eleison

makes me cry
this whole album needs to be fucking mucore already

>My sister called at 3AM
>Just last December
>She told me how you died at last
>At last
>And that morning at the racetrack was one thing I remembered
>I turned it over in my mind
>Like a living Chinese finger trap
>Seaweed and Indiana saw grass
>Pale green things
>Pale green things

>there's only one dream that I keep close
>and it's the one of my hand at your THROOOOAAAAAT

>we're just hanging around
>burning it down
>sippin on some cold Jack Daniels
>jammin to some old Alabama with you

"Pull me out...pull me out... can't you stop this all from happening?
Close the doors and keep them out."

"Dig me out.., dig me out...
Couldn't you have kept this all from happening?
Dig me out from under our house."

>In derelict sidings, the poppies entwine, with cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time...
>by the cold and religious we were taken in hand, shown how to feel good and told to feel bad

Stop it user

:'( still gets me every time

20 MINUTES
I'M ALMOST DEAD

>Picture yourself in a boat on a river
>With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
>Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
>A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

>I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through
>I'm ashamed of the person I am

>She doesn't like the life that I lead
>Doesn't like sand stuck on her feet
>Or sitting around smoking weed
>I must seem more like a friend in need

>And I boast that it is meant to be
>But in all honesty I don't have a hope in hell
>I'm happy just to watch her move

>Instead of getting high
>When no one is around
>‘Cause nothing makes me feel
>Anything’s worthwhile
>Nothing makes me happy
>I’m like a shitty child
>Nothing makes me laugh
>Nothing makes me smile

>But when I listen to your records
>I don’t need to look at pictures
>IT’S LIKE I’M HANGING OUT WITH YOU

>IN WEIRD CITIES
>GETTING LOST, AND PRETENDING
>THAT WE’LL NEVER GO BACK
>WE’LL NEVER GO BACK
>YOU, LAUGHING WITH ME
>GETTING LOST IN WEIRD CITIES
>‘CAUSE WE’LL NEVER GO BACK
>WE’LL NEVER GO BACK

>i just wanna see what happens thats the excuse i gave myself

>if i told you i still felt something for you it'd be a lie

>you caught me at my worst why do you deserve me at my best

>if i didnt feel the pain i wouldnt know if i were live or dead

When he was a little boy
His father used to say,
"You want to grow to be a man?
You'd better start today"

Listen closely to my words
And I will show you how
There're seven steps to manhood
And I'll teach them to you now

The only thing you'll ever own
Is what you hold inside
Your dignity, intelligence
Your loyalty and pride

Ego and indifference
Are cancers of the weak
Honesty is godliness
Be truthful when you speak

If you want to be remembered
When your earthly life is through
Then teach your sons to leave their mark
On everything they do

Know when to turn the other cheek
Know when to seek revenge
The vine that never picks a side
Dies rotting on the fence

Son, you wanna grow up
Think you ought to slow up
I see disaster in everything you do

Dad, when I grow up
Things are gonna blow up
I'm gonna be a man just like you

When the son became a father
Then he told his children, too
"Be mindful of the things I say
And not the things I do"

It's very hard to be the man
You read about in books
The knights and kings you fantasized
Now commoners and crooks

But no one can imprison
An educated mind
So be yourself and free yourself
By learning all the time

If you should discover
You've given all you can
There's nothing more to answer for
That's how to be a man

Son, you wanna grow up
Think you ought to slow up
I see disaster in everything you do

Dad, when I grow up
Things are gonna blow up
I'm gonna be a man just like you

>turned up late on a Saturday night
You had your headphones on and the only light
Came from the slow deleted history...

I dropped my guard, you can do the same
We can go hard then ease the pain
With tomorrow's DVDs

Celebrate the passing drug
Put them on the back seat while they're coursing in your blood

I had a dream that you were leaving
It's hard to be a lover when the TV's on
And nothing is in your eyes

Let me know
Do I still got time to grow
Things ain't always set in stone
That be known let me know
Let me
Seems like, street lights, glowin
Happen to be just like moments, passin
In front of me so I hopped in, the cab and
I paid my fare see I know my destination
But I'm just not there
All the streets, glowin
Happen to be just like moments, passin
In front of me so I hopped in, the cab and
I paid my fare see I know my destination
But I'm just not there
In the streets
In the, streets
I'm just not there in the streets
I'm just not there
Life's just not fair

>if I could just leave my body for the night

every time. 7 years later or whatever, but still every single time, without fail.

>the waves have come and taken you to sea
>never to return to me

Is this an homage??

>Tell me baby, tell me
>Are you still on the stoop
>Watching the windows close?
>I've not seen seen you lately
>On the street, by the beach
>Or places we used to go
>I've a picture of you
>On our favorite day by the seaside
>There's a bird stealing bread
>That I brought out from under my nose
>Tell me baby, tell me
>Does his company make
>Light of a rainy day?
>How I've missed you lately
>And the way we would speak
>And all that we wouldn't say
>Do his hands in your hair
>Feel a lot like a thing you believe in
>Or a bit like a bird stealing bread
>Out from under your nose
>Tell me baby tell me
>Do you carry the words
>Around like a key or change?
>I've been thinking lately
>Of a night on the stoop
>And all that we wouldn't say
>If I see you again
>On the street, by the beach
>In the evening
>Will you fly like a bird stealing bread
>Out from under my nose?

This entire fucking song, it's so good

also this
and

>And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
>Racing around to come up behind you again
>The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
>Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

these dubs are gonna give you guys goosebumps

>when we break, we wait for a miracle, god is a place where some holy spectacle lies.
>when we break, we wait for our miracle, god is a place, you will wait for the rest of your life.

Probably the most touching lyrics I've ever heard, heartwrenching but still so comforting.

OH SHIT I'M FEELIN' IT!

One left out when they passed Heaven about
What about me sitting here in my purgatory?
So get out, he's dead, I'm alive, he's spared

Almost all of Type O Negative songs

>Mascara glass in the molar weeds
>Her ash, a serpent infancy
>His eye patch pussed a gap of sand
>Into his shiny sedative
>More and more the dirt collects
>You’ll never find her body now
>In a closet festered in a secret air
>Blonde underneath a blackened hair
>He never knew the colony
>Gestated in his bed
>Mingle with the carnivores, you’ve something both in common now
>Until one day his wasted breath,
>Swollen throat and karma debt
>Set foot inside a parlor, to find her drunken by receipts
>He held her by the ankle
>Gutted at the nave, yes gutted and depraved
>He tied a rope around her legs
>And let her hang for seven days

wer da wyt wymyn @
nigga nigga
pussy weed
...
nigga

>yes I found it on the ground
>emulating the ocean's sound

>And there's a wolf inside
>And lately he's been shaking all night
>And I wonder how they could have let you die
>Hold on strong and behold from the life you leave behind

>I don't want to be your friend
>I just want to be your lover
Not chills, but those shivers you get when you try to block out an unpleasant thought.

>Now I go door to door mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
>Because I wasn't born handsome

Duck Skin

>Well i loved my aunt
>but she died
>and my uncle lou
>then he died
>I'm searching for something which can't be found, but i'm hoping
>i still dream of dad
>though he died
>EVERYTHING DIEEEEEEEEEES
>My ma's so sick
>she might die
>though my girl's quite fit
>she will die
>Still looking for someone who was around, barely coping
>now i hate myself
>wish i'd die

>you see the distant flames they bellow in the night
>you fight in all our names for what we know is right
>and when you all get shot and cannot carry on
>though you die
>La Resistance lives on

Who goes there? It's the Ghost of October
Summer's over, now I'm goin' nowhere
Who holds her? It's not me, I'm a loner
But I don't wanna go go go there
You're sober, that's not me I'm a stoner
I prefer it when the world moves slower
Who goes there? It's just me and my soldiers
I come from the snow, it's cold cold colder

>is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry

My everyday thoughts
://////

kinda cringey but ok

>I'm not living
>I'm just killing time
>Your tiny hands
>Your crazy kitten smile
>Just don't leave
>Don't leave

IM JUST A MAN WHO KNOWS HOW TO FEEL

>I WON'T CRY WHEN THE SILVER LINING SHOWS

bladee's delivery of this is perfect

>What a day I've had
>What a day I've haaaaad
>Now it's over
>Isn't it?

i wish they would re-release it with a good album cover - it's one of the best albums of the 00s easily, but the cover makes it look like some buttrock revival shit.

>See they think I'm a fuck nigga
>But if they ever see me then they might have to duck, nigga
>Like what, nigga?
>Before your ass can answer, get your whole shit bust, nigga

Shame that their lack of ability to make a decent album cover since Frengers has given them less exposure. They're super talented, and pic related had some actually good songs on it, but the cover and title fucked it all up.

>I broke every bone in my goddamn jaw
>Thought so hard it's the last thing I ever thought

>When I get to see your face again
>Can't help the way that I have been
>When keeping quiet's become a trend
>That's why it's hard for me to end
>All the countless hours I would spend
>Making it work out up in my head
>Now I'm filled up with only regret
>There is no way to just forget

>I LOVE YOU JESUS CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIST
>JESUS CHRIST I LOVE YOU, YEES I DO

>You don't form in the Wet Sand...I do...YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

>So, I fell asleep softly at the edge of a cave, but I should have gone deeper but I'm not so brave.

>I see babies cry
>I watch them grow
>They'll learn much more
>Than I'll ever know

I got genuine PTSD from this desu

MY LIFE'S NOT RIGHT

Rick and Morty/ Season 2 Episode 2

radiohead pyramid song