Ah Fox, the dark prince, good choice. Picked up the new album yesterday.
Some good old Nick silliness in the lyrics.
http://www.nickcaveandthebadseeds.com/
from Abbatoir blues:
Everything’s dissolving babe, according to plan
The sky is on fire, the dead are heaped across the land
I went to bed last night and my
moral code got jammed
I woke up this morning with a Frappucino in my hand.
HG
Magnificent,
I don’t know how you could post such words and vote Bush on the same page. It’s incongruous, to me at least.
Well spotted HG.
Like a bird on a wire,
Or some drunk in an old midnight choir,
I have tried in my own way to be free.
One of my favorites–from Social Distortion.
Story Of My Life
[i]High school seemed like such a blur,
I didn’t have much interest in sports or school elections.
And in class I dreamed all day,
Of a rock ‘n’ roll weekend
And the girl in the front of the room,
So close yet so far y’know she never seemed to notice
That this silly schoolboy crush
Wasn’t just pretend.
[Chorus:]
Life goes by so fast
You only want to do what you think is right.
Close your eyes and then it’s past;
Story of my life
And I went down my old neighborhood
The faces have all changed there’s no one left to talk to
And the pool hall I loved as a kid
Is now a Seven Eleven
I went downtown to look for a job
I had no training, no experience to speak of.
I looked at the holes in my jeans
And turned and headed back.
[Chorus]
Good times come and good times go,
I only wish the good times would last a little longer.
I think about the good times we had
And why they had to end.
So I sit at the edge of my bed
I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song.
Wonerin’ ‘bout what you’re doin’ now
And when you’re comin’ back.
[Chorus][/i]
Half Man Half Biscuit - Trumpton Riots
Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Unemployments rising In the chigley part of town,
And it’s speading like pneumonia doesn’t look like going down.
There’s trouble at the fire station someone’s had the sack,
And the lads are going to launch a scheme to get rid of Captain Flak.
Tell PC McGarry to get himself a mate,
And arm themselves with CS gas - they’re going to be out late.
We’ve had cant conformism since 1966,
And now subversions in the air in the shape of flying bricks.
Chorus:
Someone get a message through to Captain Snort
That they better start assembling the boys from the fort.
And keep Mrs. Honeyman right out of sight,
'Cos there’s gonna be riot down in Trumpton Tonight.
All this aristocracy has really got to stop’
We could overthrow the surgery and kidnap Dr Mopp.
The Chippy Minton’s Socialists could storm the market square,
And make plans to assasinate our aristocratic mayor!
Windy Millitant leads his Basque like corngrinders to war,
With windmill sails and bombs with nails they smash the town hall door.
But Snorty and the boys arrive with one big erstwhile crew,
Whereupon they bring about a military coup.
Chorus x 2
(courtesy of Johnny2Beers - cheers mate!)
Half Man Half Biscuit - All I Want For Christmas Is A Dukla Prague Away Kit
There was one in a gang,
Who had Scalextric,
And because of that,
He thought he was better than you.
Everyday after school,
You’d go around there to play it,
Hoping to compete for some kind championship,
And it always took about 15 billion hours to set the track up.
And even when you did, the thing never seemed to work.
It was a dodgy transformer, again and again.
A dodgy transformer, again and again.
It was a dodgy transformer, again and again.
A dodgy transformer, cost 3 pounds 10.
So he sent his doting mother
Up the stairs with the stepladder,
To get the Subbuteo,
Out of the loft.
He had all the accessories,
Required for that big-match atmosphere.
The crowds and the dugouts,
And the floodlights, too.
And you’d always get palmed off
With a headless centre-forward,
And a goal-keeper with no arms,
And a face like his.
And he’d managed to get hold of
A Dukla-Prague Away Kit,
'cos his uncle owned a sport shop
And he’d kept it to one side.
And after only five minutes
You’d be down to ten men,
Because he’d sent off your right back for taking the base from under his left winger.
Come to half-time, you were losing, four-nil.
Each and every goal, a hotly disputed penalty.
So you smash up the floodlights
And the match was abandoned,
And the dog would bark
And you’d be banned from his house.
And your travelling army
Of synthetic supporters
Would be taken away from you
And thrown in the bin.
And now he’s working
In a job with a future.
He hands me my Giro
Every two weeks.
And me, I’m on the lookout
For a proper transformer.
Uh?!
Ben Fold Five - The Last Polka
She said, “You’ve been pushing me like I was a sore tooth.
You can’t respect me 'cause I’ve done so much for you.”
He said, “Well I hate that it’s come to this
But baby I was doing fine. How do you think
That I survived the other 25 before you?”
(with Ben Folds fiercely pounding on the piano in the background)
KC and the Sunshine band:
That’s the way, ah huh, ah huh, I like it, ah huh, ah huh…
That’s the way, ah huh, ah huh, I like it, ah huh, ah huh…
That’s the way, ah huh, ah huh, I like it, ah huh, ah huh…
That’s the way, ah huh, ah huh, I like it, ah huh, ah huh…
That’s the way, ah huh, ah huh, I like it, ah huh, ah huh…
That’s the way, ah huh, ah huh, I like it, ah huh, ah huh…
That’s the way, ah huh, ah huh, I like it, ah huh, ah huh…
That’s the way, ah huh, ah huh, I like it, ah huh, ah huh…
That’s the way, ah huh, ah huh, I like it, ah huh, ah huh…
gotta be the most $$$ per word?
These lyrics changed my life and the lives of countless other around the globe.
In these troubled times of global torment, corporate greed, war, famine, misery, perhaps what the world needs now is to slow down and reflect for a moment, on the timeless message contained below:
Yo, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.
Wannabe by the Spice Girls
Now, that’s poetry…got me all misted up now but I’m man enough to admit it.
Despite the fact that free love was popular in the 1960s and early 1970s, this song landed a lot of folks in trouble with their significant others…
[b]If you’re down, and confused
And you don’t remember, who you’re talkin’ to
Concentration slips away
'Cause your baby is so far away
Chorus
And there’s a rose, in a fisted glove
And the eagle flies, with the dove
And if you can’t be, with the one you love
Love the one you’re with
Don’t be angry, don’t be sad
Don’t sit cryin’ over good times you had
There’s a girl, right next to you
And she’s just waitin’, for something to do
[Chorus]
Turn your heartache right into joy
She’s a girl, and you’re a boy
So get it together, make it nice
You ain’t gonna need, any more advice
[Chorus][/b]
Stephen Stills… Love the One You’re With
Here’s a song I relied on from time to time.
Go
Almost the entire “the wiz” soundtrack :bravo: :bravo: 
Sister I won’t ask for forgiveness my sins are all I have.
Rolling Stone’s List of top 20 song’s ever.
The top 20 songs from Rolling Stone Magazine’s 500 Greatest Songs of All Time:
Like a Rolling Stone, Bob Dylan
(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction, The Rolling Stones
Imagine, John Lennon
What’s Going On, Marvin Gaye
Respect, Aretha Franklin
Good Vibrations, The Beach Boys
Johnny B Goode, Chuck Berry
Hey Jude, The Beatles
Smells Like Teen Spirit, Nirvana
What’d I Say, Ray Charles
My Generation, The Who
A Change is Gonna Come, Sam Cooke
Yesterday, The Beatles
Blowin’ in the Wind, Bob Dylan
London Calling, The Clash
I Want to Hold Your Hand, The Beatles
Purple Haze, The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Maybellene, Chuck Berry
Hound Dog, Elvis Presley
Let It Be, The Beatles
Here it is:
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 now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him 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 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?
How can ANY Top Whatever Best Songs NOT feature anything by Joy Division? 
Just bumping this one up to agree with hexuan, must I paint you a picture is quite possibly one of the best songs ever written.
sorry, I don’t get online enough to keep up!
Eddie Murphy “Party all the time”.
Girl
I can’t understand it why you want to hurt me
After all the things I’ve done for you.
I buy you champagne and roses and diamonds on your finger -
Diamonds on your finger -
Still you hang out all night
what am I to do?
My girl wants to party all the time
Party all the time
party all the time.
My girl wants to party all the time
party all the time.
She parties all the time - party all the time
She likes to party all the time - party all the time
party all the time - she likes to party all the time
party all the time.
The Pogues. Absolutely the best.
FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you
“Hey ho! to the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Rain my fall and wind may blow,
But there still be many miles to go!
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain
and the stream that falls from hill to plain
Better than rain or rippling brook
Is a mug of beer inside this Took!”
There is a tribute at Nowwhere tonight for Serge Gainsbourg (not sure why, he died a long time ago) . SO I thought I would include these lyrics
Je t’aime je t’aime
Oh oui je t’aime!
- Moi non plus.
- Oh mon amour…
- Comme la vague irr
A Pair Of Brown Eyes Lyrics – Pogues
One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it’s how are you kid and what’s your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
And a rovin’ a rovin’ a rovin’ I’ll go
For a pair of brown eyes
I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin’ a rovin’ a rovin’ I’ll