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Arguably The Best Lyrics Of All Time.

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Well it's Ninth and HennepinAll the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutesAnd the moon's teeth marks are on the skyLike a tarp thrown all over thisAnd the broken umbrellas like dead birdsAnd the steam comes out of the grillLike the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoosAnd everyone is behaving like dogsAnd the horses are coming down Violin RoadAnd Dutch is dead on his feetAnd all the rooms they smell like dieselAnd you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept hereAnd I'm lost in the window, and I hide in the stairwayAnd I hang in the curtain, and I sleep in your hat...And no one brings anything small into a bar around hereThey all started out with bad directionsAnd the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear"One for every year he's away", she saidSuch a crumbling beauty, ahThere's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fixShe has that razor sadness that only gets worseWith the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going byAnd the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet'til you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruinAnd you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...And I've seen it all, I've seen it allThrough the yellow windows of the evening train...Artist Spotlight: The PunksInfluenced by bands such as The Underdogs, Unrelated Segments, Velvet Underground, MC5, The Stooges, SRC, early Alice Cooper, and Blue Cheer, The Punks represented the answer and contribution to the demise of the late great 60's era, especially in and around the Metro Detroit area. After 1970 or so, the Detroit scene died, so the punks geared up and decided to make their own noise.Guitarists Steve Rockey, Alan Webber or bassist Rod McMahon. Lead singer "Frantic", a/k/a William Kuchon, took care of the craziness. Loud and aggressive music, fast and rockin', at times slow and heavy with nontraditional guitar interactions of feedback/wah wah/distortion mixed with driving bass runs and an atomic bomb relentless backbeat.
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  1. Smurtis
    Smurtis says i can't believe you posted the lyrics to 9th & Hennepin. you might be one of the coolest people i know, pretty much just because i feel like were almost exactly the same person. i absolutely agree that 9th & Hennepin has incredible lyrics, but i might've posted these words instead: Well I'm goin' out west Where the wind blows tall 'Cause Tony Franciosa Used to date my ma They got some money out there They're giving it away I'm gonna do what I want Do what I want And I'm gonna get paid Little brown sausages Lying in the sand I ain't no extra baby I'm a leading man Well my parole officer He's found dead With my Olds 88 And the devil on a leash My Olds 88 And the devil on a leash Well I know karate, Voodoo too I'm gonna make myself available to you I don't need no make up I got real scars I got hair on my chest I look good without a shirt on Well I don't lose my composure In a high speed chase Well my friends think I'm ugly I got a masculine face I got some dragstrip courage I can really drive em'dead I'm gonna change my name To Hannibal or maybe Just Rex Change my name to Hannibal Or maybe just Rex I'm gonna drive all night Get some speed I'm gonna wait for the sun To shine down on me I cut a hole in my roof In the shape of a heart And I'm goin' out west Where they'll appreciate me "Goin' Out West" those are just the most badass lyrics ever written. i'm diggin on your Replacements post also. although i love Sorry Ma, i gotta say that Let it Be is always gonna be where it's at. That's just how it is.
    Permalink posted 09/08/2006
  2. deathsounds
    deathsounds says Hell yes! That man just has an unbelievable way with words. So incredibly theatrical and moody. Here's another one of my all time favourites: Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart I rolled down the national stroll and with a big fat paycheck strapped to my hip sack and a shore leave wristwatch underneath my sleeve in a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels I rowed down the gutter to the Blood Bank and I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga and was in a bad need of a shave and so I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein and shot billards with a midget until the rain stopped and I bought a long sleeved shirt with horses on the front and some gum and a lighter and a knife and a new deck of cards (with girls on the back) and I sat down and wrote a letter to my wife and I said Baby, I'm so far away from home and I miss my Baby so I can't make it by myself I love you so Well I was pacing myself trying to make it all last squeezing all the life out of a lousy two day pass and I had a cold one at the Dragon with some Filipino floor show and talked baseball with a lieutenant over a Singapore sling and I wondered how the same moon outside over this Chinatown fair could look down on Illinois and find you there and you know I love you Baby and I'm so far away from home and I miss my Baby so I can't make it by myself I love you so Shore Leave... Shore Leave... "Shore Leave"
    Permalink posted 09/08/2006
  3. Smurtis
    Smurtis says i gotta be honest, i was gonna say shore leave. this is weird, like i had it written down and i was ready to "publish" it and everything, but then i changed my mind and said goin out west. well, i guess the next runner up would have to be: Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe never slept with a dream before he had to go away there's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round don't worry about the army in the cold cold ground now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed there's a bird in the chimmney and a stone in my bed when the road's washed out they pass the bottle around and wait in the arms of the cold cold ground there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope and a briar patch of berries takin over the slope the cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town til we bury every dream in the cold cold ground gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill the piano is firewood times square is a dream I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground call the cops on the Breedloves bring a bible and a rope and a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap make a pile of trunk tires and burn 'em all down bring a dollar with you baby in the cold cold ground take a weathervane rooster throw rocks at his head stop talking to the neighbors til we all go dead beware of my temper and the dog that I've found break all the windows in the cold cold ground "cold cold ground" I'm so happy we're doing this.
    Permalink posted 09/09/2006
  4. deathsounds
    deathsounds says Me too! I had a hard time deciding which song to choose this time, but I’m gonna have to go with this one, just because it’s so, so true. When I’m lyin’ in my bed at night I don’t wanna grow up Nothin’ ever seems to turn out right I don’t wanna grow up How do you move in a world of fog That’s always changing things Makes me wish that I could be a dog When I see the price that you pay I don’t wanna grow up I don’t ever wanna be that way I don’t wanna grow up Seems like folks turn into things That they’d never want The only thing to live for Is today… I’m gonna put a hole in my TV set I don’t wanna grow up Open up the medicine chest And I don’t wanna grow up I don’t wanna have to shout it out I don’t want my hair to fall out I don’t wanna be filled with doubt I don’t wanna be a good boy scout I don’t wanna have to learn to count I don’t wanna have the biggest amount I don’t wanna grow up Well when I see my parents fight I don’t wanna grow up They all go out and drinking all night And I don’t wanna grow up I’d rather stay here in my room Nothin’ out there but sad and gloom I don’t wanna live in a big old Tomb On Grand Street When I see the 5 o’clock news I don’t wanna grow up Comb their hair and shine their shoes I don’t wanna grow up Stay around in my old hometown I don’t wanna put no money down I don’t wanna get me a big old loan Work them fingers to the bone I don’t wanna float a broom Fall in love and get married then boom How the hell did I get here so soon I don’t wanna grow up “I Don’t Wanna Grow Up” It just sounds so humorous the first time you listen to it but in reality it’s a fucking depressing read. No matter how many times it will be covered (Good God the Descendents really slaughtered this one), no version will ever, ever beat the original one. Ever!
    Permalink posted 09/09/2006
  5. Bop Apocalypse
    Bop Apocalypse says "Well it’s Ninth and Hennepin All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes And the moon’s teeth marks are on the sky Like a tarp thrown all over this And the broken umbrellas like dead birds And the steam comes out of the grill Like the whole goddamn town’s ready to blow… And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos And everyone is BAYING like dogs"
    Permalink posted 10/18/2006

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