33 Lyrics Quotes

I want to say 'I shot the police' but the government would have made a fuss so I said 'I shot the sheriff' instead... but it's the same idea: justice.

'Sometimes people seem to think that my songs are more personal than somebody else's and I don't really think that's true. Y'know, I think my songs reveal whatever they reveal, they say certain things about who I am, whereas Will Smith singing 'Gettin' Jiggy With It' reveals certain things about who he is. Like for one thing that he doesn't mind singing a senseless song but I don't know, it's just--I don't know it's sort of like if no one is playing--if people who are by and large on the radio and television really don't give a shit what words they're singing then someone comes along who actually sings about things that matter to them, then everybody thinks that their lyrics are really personal. But it's just situational.'

If I didn't have Freddie Mercury's lyrics to hold on to as a kid, I don't know where I would be. It taught me about all forms of music. It would open my mind. I never really had a bigger teacher in my whole life.

(after playing 'I Need Someone Tonight' by A Certain Ratio) - Ah, I do like a deeply meaningful lyric, although I suppose if you need someone tonight, it is a meaningful lyric.

(after playing 'This Sinking Feeling' by The The) - That's The The and on the record it says 'With every kick in the face and every hurdle you pass the rewards get greater', and if you've been passing hurdles you should see your doctor as soon as you possibly can.

Things started to go downhill. Instead of singing about taking tea with Mary Jane and boppin' your dingus on ol' Sweet Slit Annie it was Help me God I don't know the meaning of life or I believe that love is gonna cure the world of psoriasis and cancer both and I'm gonna tell the people all about it 285 different ways whether you like it or not. And Why is there war well go ask the children they know everything we need to know, and Gee I sure like black folks even if my own folks don't and endless vinyl floods of drivel in similar veins. At that point I started to pack in and resort back to my good old ' 66 goof squat rock. I got out records like 96 Tears by Question Mark and the Mysterians, who were mysterious indeed, and re-whooped to jungle juju cackles like 'Wooly Bully,' which is indescribable and was recorded by a bunch of guys who drove around in a hearse wearing turbans.

Doff your cap and raise your glasses, Make a toast to the boring classes I'm burning your secrets to keep me warm.

There's a man who came to stay The boy he replaced, disappeared without a trace. Stole all my songs and my style away No-one would say what they wanted to say So he was king for a day. If you sail into the sun Beware the eyes of green And if the whole world tells you 'you are the one' I defy you not to believe them, my son...

I'm frustrated by what I hear. Maybe it's not meant for me. Personally, I'm way too bright for a lot of the hip-hop lyrics to affect. I'm much too smart to think that jewelry or how cool I am is really going to change much about my personality. If you're dumb enough that it entertains you, have a great time. But I am seeking more than that.

Music comes first. Lyrics are secondary... Most of my lyrics are contradictions. I'll write a few sincere lines and then I'll have to make fun of it. I don't like to make it too obvious because if it is too obvious it gets really stale. You shouldn't be in people's faces 100% all the time. We don't mean to be really cryptic or mysterious but I just think that lyrics that are different and weird and spacey paint a nice picture. It's just the way I like art.

Lyrically I thought Kurt's writing was sort of cynical and that his words meant more than even he realized.

Finger tips on the hips as I dip, gotta get a tight grip, don't slip/Loose lips sink ships, it's a trip/I love the way she licks her lips, see me jocking/Put a little twist in her hips cause I'm watching

'This next song is about a video game where you get to slice people in half with chainsaws and shot them in the face'- before playing Gears of War

Now I can deal with all the blood on my shoes, The holes in my sole, My spirit is tainted and, Oh, all my tears are painted

What did I dream? Oh, what did I dream? No one can keep me from my... No one could keep me from my... No fucker gonna keep me from my... Oh, what did I dream?

Once upon a time... When the cold wind that blows, when the cold wind that blows in my heart, was a summer breeze and she would meet me in Chinatown, for opium and a bumming and she always brought me flowers but I spared you those old bollards Or songs that I couldn't play But every giro day she'd dress me like a lady boy And take me out of the way Don't let the horse chase the new deal away, no If we make love in the morning I see your eyes look like two pins in your head

Oh promises, promises I know you've heard them all before Love is, love is, love is, love is, love is... Oh well, it's just around the corner

Why should I wait until tomorrow? I've already been I've already seen All the sorrow thats in store

There's a slow train rumbling east of a place called Eden And the wind blowing in proud as the trees upon the plain And a stranger's voice talked to me of liberty and freedom Yeah, it seems like he done gone wrong again And he wears that hat like shame Well he tasted the fruit of another And when his Margie, when she discovered Said she's gonna love him ten times more Ain't nobody's business if she do

I see paint-cracked walls stained with shite Long long lock-up days Cold lonely nights And I think to myself ... what a wonderful world I see men touching cocks Saying 'watcha pete' Screams from below Shit parcels in me bum And I think to myself ... I see my true love He's the DADDY

My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me/Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me

And hey there little sexy pig, you made it with a man And now you've got a little kid with hooves instead of hands.

Fifteen bucks little man, put that shit in my hand, if that money doesn't show, then you owe me owe me owe....My Jungle Love yeah owe owe owe. I think I want to know ya.

Howling in the shadows, living in a lunar spell, he finds his heaven, spewing from the mouth of hell.

I tell you who I also think is wonderful is a chap called Leonard Cohen : do you know him? [:] He's remarkable. I mean, the orchestration is fantastic and the words, the lyrics and everything, he's a remarkable man, and has this incredibly sort of laid back gravelly voice, it's terrific stuff I think. I enjoy jazz and things: