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I have scoured long and hard to find deep and meaningful metal lyrics. I have come up with:

 

Something takes a part of me.

Something lost and never seen.

Everytime I start to believe,

Something's raped and taken from me... from me.

 

Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)

Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)

Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)

I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.

 

Sometimes I cannot take this place.

Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.

Sometimes I cannot feel my face.

You'll never see me fall from grace

 

Something takes a part of me.

You and I were meant to be.

A cheap fuck for me to lay

Something takes a part of me.

 

&

 

Once again waiting for the darkness, beat up

spun and scarred. Prepare for another war.

Day by day we decay. Sunlight, get out of my way.

Dig up yourself from your grave.

 

Bad to the bone, raised in the gutter,

Not exactly a muthafucking role model.

To you looking down on me.

FUCK YOU BITCH!

Ain't got time for the future or the past.

Live for the moment, make it last.

 

&

 

Devil cracked the earthly shell

Foretold she was the one

Blew hope into the room and said:

"You have to live before you die young"

 

Holding her down

Channeling darkness

Hemlock for the Gods

Fading resistance

Draining the weakness

Penetrating inner light

 

&

 

I can't remember anything

Can't tell if this is true or dream

Deep down inside I feel to scream

This terrible silence stops me

 

Now that the war is through with me

I'm waking up, I cannot see

That there is not much left of me

Nothing is real but pain now

 

Hold my breath as I wish for death

Oh please, God, wake me

 

Back in the womb it's much

too real

 

&

 

Hearing music from the deepest forest

Songs as a seduction of sirens

The elf-folk is calling me.

 

Tapio, Bearking, Ruler of the forest

Mielikki, Bluecloak, Healer of the ill and sad

Open the gate and let me follow the uncarven path.

 

THE WAY TO THE LANDS

WHERE AS HERO I STAND

THE PATH WHERE BEAUTY MET THE BEAST

ELVENPATH

 

IT’S THE HONESTY OF THESE WORLDS

RULED BY MAGIC AND MIGHTY SWORDS

THAT MAKES MY SOUL LONG FOR THE PAST

ELVENPATH

 

The moonwitch took me to a ride on a broomstick

Introduced me to her old friend Home Gnome

Told me to keep the sauna warm for him.

 

At the grove I met the rest-the folk of my fantasies

Bilbo, Sparhawk, goblins and pixies,

Snowman, Willow, trolls and the seven dwarfs

The path goes forever on.

 

(I have to confess that I love Nightwish, though)

 

&

 

The coffin is sealed on your rotten corpse

You lie in darkness, death corrodes your face

 

You are rotting, maggots in your coffin

 

Worms in your head - Soon they'll be dead

Nothing to feed on in your empty skull

 

Hell is where you are, your tortured sould is scarred

For years you'll rot in pain, lonely and decayed

 

You are rotting, maggots in your coffin

 

I could go on, but it's getting demoralising.

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On a different matter, could we see some of your favourite lyrics please.

 

Since I pretty much agree with Patrokles I hoy some of my lyrics into the fold aswell...

 

In my rear view mirror the sun is going down

Sinking behind bridges in the road

And I think of all the good things

That we have left undone

And I suffer premonitions

Confirmed suspicions

Of the holocaust to come

 

The rusty wire that holds the cork

That keeps the anger in

Gives way and suddenly it's day again

The sun is in the east

Even though the day is done

Two suns in the sunset

Could be the human race is run

 

&

 

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution

Take a bow for the new revolution

Smile and grin at the change all around

Pick up my guitar and play

Just like yesterday

Then I'll get on my knees and pray

We don't get fooled again

 

&

 

Are these the people that we should bomb

Are we so sure they mean us harm

Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime

Is this a mountain that we really want to climb

The road is hard, hard and long

Put down that two by four

This man would never turn you from his door

Oh George! Oh George!

That Texas education must have fucked you up when you were very small

 

When I was 17 my mother, bless her heart, fulfilled my summer dream

She handed me the keys to the car

We motored down to Paris, fuelled with Dexedrine and booze

Got bust in Antibes by the cops

And fleeced in Naples by the wops

But everyone was kind to us, we were the English dudes

Our dads had helped them win the war

When we all knew what we were fighting for

But now an Englishman abroad is just a US stooge

The bulldog is a poodle snapping round the scoundrel's last refuge

 

Is gentleness too much for us

Should gentleness be filed along with empathy

We feel for someone else's child

Every time a smart bomb does its sums and gets it wrong

Someone else's child dies and equities in defence rise

America, America, please hear us when we call

You got hip-hop, be-bop, hustle and bustle

You got Atticus Finch

You got Jane Russell

You got freedom of speech

You got great beaches, wildernesses and malls

Don't let the might, the Christian right, fuck it all up

For you and the rest of the world

 

Not in my name, Tony, you great war leader you

Terror is still terror, whosoever gets to frame the rules

History's not written by the vanquished or the damned

Now we are Genghis Khan, Lucretia Borghia, Son of Sam

In 1961 they took this child into their home

I wonder what became of them

In the cauldron that was Lebanon

If I could find them now, could I make amends?

How does the story end?

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On a different matter, could we see some of your favourite lyrics please.

 

I'm glad you asked. I'll get right onto it.

 

Don't bother. And while you're at it take the guitar avatar off as you don't seem to realise what one of them is actually for.

 

Just put on another Travis album and smile smugly at how clever you've been. :)

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In my hour of need

Ha, no you're not there

And though i reached out for you

Wouldn't lend a hand.

 

Through the darkest hour

Grace did not shine on me

It feels so cold, very cold

No one cares for me.

 

Did you ever think i get lonely

Did you ever think that i needed love

Did you ever think to stop thinking

You're the only one that i'm thinking of.

 

You'll never know how hard i tried

To find my space and satisfy you too.

 

Things will be better when i'm dead and gone

Don't try to understand, knowing you i'm probably wrong.

 

But oh how i lived my life for you

Still you'd turn away

Now as i die for you

My flesh still crawls as i breathe your name

All these years i thought i was wrong

Now i know it was you

 

Raise you head, raise your face your eyes

Tell me who you think you are, who?

 

I walk, i walk alone

Into the promised land.

 

There's a better place for me

But it's far, far away

Everlasting life for me

In a perfect world

But i gotta die first,

Please god send me on my way.

 

Time has a way of taking time

Loneliness is not only felt be fools

Alone i call to ease the pain

Yearning to be held by you, alone so alone, i'm lost

Consumed by the pain

The pain, the pain, the pain.

 

Won't you hold me again

You just laughed, ha ha, bitch

My whole life is work built on the past

But the time has come when all things shall pass

This good thing passed away.

 

Megadeth-In my darkest hour. Ive always liked these lyrics...probably because they were sung with so much venom by Dave Mustaine!!

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On a different matter, could we see some of your favourite lyrics please.

 

I'm glad you asked. I'll get right onto it.

 

Don't bother. And while you're at it take the guitar avatar off as you don't seem to realise what one of them is actually for.

 

Just put on another Travis album and smile smugly at how clever you've been. :)

 

ROFLCAKES. I had no idea that the only genre allowed to use guitars was METAL. I had no idea I listened to Travis. I had no idea you were such a tool.

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You know, I could easily go and find some awful lyrics from rock bands (seeing as rock is a whole genre, just like metal...), but that means nothing if I'm trying to prove that rock lyrics are terrible.

 

This is, indeed, true. However, it wouldn't be any skin off my nose, since I like all sorts of music. In addition, we asked you to provide some lyrics to back up your deep and meaningful assertion, and the examples you gave just didn't do that.

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I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain

To see for certain what I thought I knew

Far far away, someone was weeping

But the world was sleeping

Any dream will do

 

I wore my coat, with golden lining

Bright colours shining, wonderful and new

And in the east, the dawn was breaking

And the world was waking

Any dream will do

 

A crash of drums, a flash of light

My golden coat flew out of sight

The colours faded into darkness

I was left alone

 

May I return to the beginning

The light is dimming, and the dream is too

The world and I, we are still waiting

Still hesitating

Any dream will do

 

A crash of drums, a flash of light

My golden coat flew out of sight

The colours faded into darkness

I was left alone

 

May I return to the beginning

The light is dimming, and the dream is too

The world and I, we are still waiting

Still hesitating

Any dream will do

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You know, I could easily go and find some awful lyrics from rock bands (seeing as rock is a whole genre, just like metal...), but that means nothing if I'm trying to prove that rock lyrics are terrible.

 

This is, indeed, true. However, it wouldn't be any skin off my nose, since I like all sorts of music. In addition, we asked you to provide some lyrics to back up your deep and meaningful assertion, and the examples you gave just didn't do that.

I think that is a matter of opinion. You can't be someone who knows everything when it comes to quality of lyrical content. I was going to add In My Darkest Hour, which is already up, which I think is an excellent example personally.
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I was raised from a broken seed, I grew up to be and unwanted weed.

Ever faster the time exceeds me, little harder again to remember...you.

 

Held a torch for you, when lightning stroke me, once again, hope I died for the last time.

Only one I have a thing greater than you, little light on the sky every night.

 

Morning dew on the field, where I met you.

I was frozen a year, couldn't get through.

Got a sign, not a scar, on my shoulder, I am not quite the man you take me for...

 

Fell in love with the weakness within me.

Tried to force me the Ring and own me.

Guess you found what you'd think would oblige me, little version of me to consume you...

I'd give my everything to you, follow you thru the garden of oblivion.

If only I could tell you everything, the little things you'll never dare to ask me...

 

Do you really know me? I might be a God.

Show me that you care and have a cry.

How do you see me?... as the one?

Can you see my blood when I'm bleeding.

How can you love this exile, and how could I desire you.

When my pain is my pain and your is too...

 

On this deadwinter's night. Darkness becomes this child.

Bless this night with a tear. For I have none I fear...

 

Seven lifes of a man, passed before me.

Seven graves, one for every love I've had.

Only once I have broken my so called heart.

Only one made me see why they cry.

 

Will I learn how to be one of you someday?

Will I still feel the eyes that behold me.

Will I hear what you think, when you see me?

Will it tear me apart if you feel for me...

 

I 'd give my everything to you, follow you thru the garden of oblivion.

If only I could tell you everything, the little things you'll never dare to ask me...

 

Do you really know me? I might be a God.

Show me that you care and have a cry.

How do you see me?... as the one?

Can you see my blood when I'm bleeding.

How can you love this exile, and how could I desire you.

When my pain is my pain and your is too...

 

On this deadwinter's night. Darkness becomes this child.

Bless this night with a tear. For I have none I fear...

 

Little broken , always been, a part of you belongs to me.

You were never mine to love, but this all has made it easy for me...

 

Burning feathers, not an angel, Heaven's closed , Hell's sold out.

So I walk on the earth, behind the curtains, hidden from everyone,

until I find a new life to ruin again

 

On this deadwinter's night. Darkness becomes this child.

Bless this night with a tear. For I have none I fear...

 

On this deadwinter's night. Darkness becomes this child.

Bless this night with a tear. For I have none I fear...

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A good night, the best in a long time

A new friend turned me on to an old favorite

Nothing better than a dealer whos high

Be high, convince them to buy

 

Whats my drug of choice?

Well, what have you got?

I dont go broke

And I do it a lot

 

Seems so sick to the hypocrite norm

Running their boring drills

But we are an elite race of our own

The stoners, junkies, and freaks

 

Are you happy? I am, man.

Content and fully aware

Money, status, nothing to me

cause your life is empty and bare

 

You cant understand a users mind

But try, with your books and degrees

If you let yourself go and opened your mind

Ill bet youd be doing like me

And it aint so bad

 

Love the bold bit especially

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You know, I could easily go and find some awful lyrics from rock bands (seeing as rock is a whole genre, just like metal...), but that means nothing if I'm trying to prove that rock lyrics are terrible.

 

This is, indeed, true. However, it wouldn't be any skin off my nose, since I like all sorts of music. In addition, we asked you to provide some lyrics to back up your deep and meaningful assertion, and the examples you gave just didn't do that.

I think that is a matter of opinion. You can't be someone who knows everything when it comes to quality of lyrical content. I was going to add In My Darkest Hour, which is already up, which I think is an excellent example personally.

 

Well, sure, it's a matter of opinion, but there are bands I listen to and love who I'd never claim were brilliant lyrically. I'm still able to be impartial in my judgement there. But I do also think that lyrics almost NEVER read as well on page as they do when you actually hear them, so that might be a big issue with some of these.

 

(and I am preparing my own, I have two browser windows open)

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Obviously, not all of my favourite lyrics parse brilliantly on the page, and some of them aren't even amazingly good; perhaps they're just simple or relevent to me or a particular moment in my life. Broken World, by the Black Heart Procession, for example, when heard, is nigh-on perfect, but the lyrics written out would seem rather simple. Same goes for Will Oldham's 'I see a Darkness' or Michael Hurley's 'Blue Mountain.' So I'll exclude those.

 

Those lyrics I appreciate for numerous reasons, the lyrical value being one of them, follow.

 

Black But Comely by Baby Dee is an incredibly moving song and the lyrics strongly reference the Song of Solomon, whilst still clearly being a Baby Dee song. Very hard song to track down though.

 

Joanna Newsom is a very interesting lyric-writer.

 

All of Jason Molina's work is lyrically very good. Of his Songs: Ohia stuff, Farewell Transmission is great, as is the whole Lioness album. Ring the Bell is great. Just Be Simple starts brilliantly with: 'You'll never hear me talk about/ some day getting out-/ Why put a new address/ on the same old loneliness?'

 

The Hold Steady & Mountain Goats are both terrific lyrically, often by virtue of their storytelling. The Hold Steady are the more immediately quotable of the two, and Craig Finn's contempt for the scene is always enjoyable, eg: i was a twin cities trash bin. i did everything they'd give me. i'd jam it in my system. she had me cornered in the kitchen. i said i'll do anything but listen to some weird talking chick who just can't understand that we're hot soft spots on a hard rock planet. baby take off your beret.

 

The Mountain Goats' song, 'Fall Of the High School Running Back':

 

Sophomore year

You rushed for an average

Of 8 1/3 yards per carry

All eyes were on you

 

Junior year

You blew your knee out

At an out-of-town game

Nowhere to go but

Down, down, down

Nothing but the ground

for you to fall to

 

By July

You’d made a whole bunch of new friends

People you used to look down on

And you’d figured out

A way to make real money

Giving Ns to your friends

And it felt stupendous:

Chrome spokes on your Japanese bike

But selling acid was a bad idea

And selling it to a cop was a worse one

And new laws said that

17-year-olds could do federal time

You were the first one

 

No Children is also great, but best heard sung. (same applies to all of these songs, really).

 

Then from various other bands and in no particular order:

 

She's got cheekbones like geometry

& eyes like sin

& she's sexually enlightened by

cosmopolitan

 

 

Crying in the cab ride home

With Frank Sinatra on the radio

but it might as well have been li'l Kim

when every song you hear still reminds you of him.

 

&

 

I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me.

But the room just filled up with mosquitos,

they heard that my body was free.

Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night

and I put it in your little shoe.

And then I confess that I tortured the dress

that you wore for the world to look through.

I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit.

Then he wrote himself a prescription,

and your name was mentioned in it!

Then he locked himself in a library shelf

with the details of our honeymoon,

and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse

and his practice is all in a ruin.

 

I heard of a saint who had loved you,

so I studied all night in his school.

He taught that the duty of lovers

is to tarnish the golden rule.

And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure

he drowned himself in the pool.

His body is gone but back here on the lawn

his spirit continues to drool.

 

&

 

The last thing I need is part twelve of the row

But just why are you being so reasonable now?

 

&

 

The last time I saw richard was detroit in 68,

And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday

Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe

 

&

 

If love is a bolt from the blue, then what is that bolt but a glorified screw?

and that doesn't hold nothing together

 

&

 

I am angry, I am ill & I'm as ugly as sin

My irritability keeps me alive and kickin'

 

&

 

I'm sorry to bother you

But I'm afraid I want your attention;

You see, I've come to realise something

that I think I should mention-

Through no fault of my own

I'm in a sticky situation

I'm suffering the consequences

of a bad education.

 

&

 

There was a flood, a world of water

The mason’s wife swam for her daughter

1000 people did what they could

they felled a steeple and tore up the wood

500 pieces means 500 float

1000 people means 500 don’t

 

&

 

Jilted John's True Love Stories is a terrific concept album about being a teenager. Baz's part contains many gems, such as John being told by a girl:

 

'Listen you'd better not go too far-

& Stop trying to undo my bra'

 

&

 

I still hear your voice at night

When I turn out the light

And try to settle down

But there's nothing much I can do

Because I can't live without you

Any way at all

 

(That's from Close Watch by John Cale and really needs to be heard to appreciate fully how sad it is).

 

&

 

The Lucksmiths are always good for a pithy quote or too, such as:

 

Like a self-help manual that's been written in braille

it seems the more we touch, the more we learn about our failings.

 

&

 

Meaningless?

You mean it's all been meaningless?

Every whisper and caress?

Yes yes yes it was totally meaningless

Meaningless

like when two fireflies flouresce

Just like everything I guess

Less less yes, it was utterly meaningless

Even less

a little glimpse of nothingness

sucking meaning from the

rest of this mess

Yes yes yes it was thoroughly meaningless

and if some dim bulb should say

we were in love in some way

kick all his teeth in for me

and if you feel like keeping on kicking,

feel free

Meaningless

Who dare say it wasn't meaningless?

Shout from the rooftops

and address the press

Ha ha ha, it was totally meaningless

Meaningless

Meaning less than a game of chess

Just like your mother said

and mother knows best

I knew it all the time but now I confess

Yes yes yes how deliciously meaningless

Yes yes yes effervescently meaningless

Yes yes yes it was beautifully meaningless

Yes yes yes it was profoundly meaningless

Yes yes yes definatively meaningless

Yes yes yes comprehensively meaningless

Yes yes yes magnificently meaningless

Yes yes yes how incredibly meaningless

Yes yes yes unprecedentedly meaningless

Yes yes yes how mind-blowingly meaningless

Yes yes yes how unbelievably meaningless

Yes yes yes how infinitely meaningless

 

&

Nobody gets a record deal, you gotta take that shit

Treat the record label like a slut, then rape that bitch!

 

&

 

I wore my fringe

like Roger McGuinn's!

 

&

 

I'm fond of a song by Parenthetical Girls called 'The Weight She Fell Under' which is about someone getting cut in half by a train. It's really interesting to listen to. The lyrics are okay-ish on their own, though. But definitely worth hearing!

 

&

 

The ones who love us best

are the ones we'll lay to rest

And visit their graves on holidays at best

The ones who love us least

are the ones we'll die to please

If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them

 

I'm a bit knackered now and want to do something else.

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On a different matter, could we see some of your favourite lyrics please.

 

I'm glad you asked. I'll get right onto it.

 

Don't bother. And while you're at it take the guitar avatar off as you don't seem to realise what one of them is actually for.

 

Just put on another Travis album and smile smugly at how clever you've been. <_<

 

ROFLCAKES. I had no idea that the only genre allowed to use guitars was METAL. I had no idea I listened to Travis. I had no idea you were such a tool.

 

You expressed your toolage initially. I was just joining in. :)

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Best metal love song in the world ever!!

 

This is a song for the ladies

But fellas listen closely

You don't always have to fuck her hard

In fact sometimes that's not right to do

Sometimes you've got to make some love

And fuckin give her some smoochies too

Sometimes ya got to squeeze

Sometimes you've got to say please

Sometime you've got to say hey

I'm gonna Fuck you softly

I'm gonna screw you gently

I'm gonna hump you sweetly

I'm gonna ball you discreetly

And then you say hey I bought you flowers

And then you say wait a minute sally

I think I got somethin in my teeth

Could you get it out for me

That's fuckin teamwork

Whats your favorite posish?

That's cool with me

Its not my favorite

But I'll do it for you

Whats your favorite dish?

Im not gonna cook it

But ill order it from Zanzibar

And then I'm gonna love you completely

And then I'll fuckin fuck you discreetly

And then I'll fucking bone you completely

But then I'm gonna fuck you hard

Hard

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