Revival of old Harmonica board:

Post lyrics, and everyone will take turns interpreting, and you can pitch in your own. fudge you want. just so long as it's lyrics. I'll start.

They Know Me- Voltaire

He slips in through the back door
and helps himself to the patients' medicine.
And he likes to look important.
And he always looks like he's important.

And each tale that he tells of the lives that he's saved
is a spade full of dirt as he's digging his grave.
And the deep blackened hollow he's patched with a badge
is the happiness he's never had, and he says,

"It's all right, they know me here.
It's all right, they know me, they know me."

His flames are yesterdays tinsel
and his belly's the sail that propels him
onto the rocks.

And you know that even the noble Don Quixote would
call him a mile away for a windmill.

And each Sunday that passes he's rid of his sins
and he's ready to do them all over again.
And God won't be mad for the money he stole,
he put some in the offering bowl.

Soon comes the moment that all souls await,
just as sure as St. Peter will padlock the gate.
But deep in his wallet's a shiny new coin
so, he turns and he winks and says,
"It's alright, they know me here."

Devils, for liars, put brands on the fires
and everyone burns with your glowing, red name on it.
Finally, you've come to a place where they
know you well...


Think it's about a corrupt cop who premeditates sin and thinks he can buy his way into heaven through money or lip service. Then he goes to Hell.

Whaddya think?

Yeah, I already discussed this with you, and we agreed.

How 'bout "Raven's Land?"

Raven's land upon her hair
Clouds adrift on her skin
A smile that tugs upon my soul
and whispers gently in my ear.
Eyes of honey look me down
Lips like roses line her mouth
Steely arrows in the air
are wilted flowers at her toes
And if you ask me how I know
what she looks like, I will tell you,
"She left yesterday."
Eyes are east and lips are west
pulls my head against her breast.
Logic, north and lust is south,
pulls my fingers to her mouth
Legs are firm as canyon walls
from leaping high above the moon.
When she drifts down on the air,
the ground can't wait to kiss her toes



I just think it's a beautiful girl, and the lust a man feels.

No clue with any of the rest of it. I'll think, though.

Across the Universe

Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva


This song is beautiful, but I have no idea what it's talking about.

I just got a song.. "S'Amuse" by Ween. Done entirely in French.. one of the lines translated is:

One does what one wants to get happy,
While oneself is screwing oneself onto us all.

I just got a song.. "S'Amuse" by Ween. Done entirely in French.. one of the lines translated is:

One does what one wants to get happy,
While oneself is screwing oneself onto us all.


some lyrics to God of Deception by Amorphis

as you lost your destination
something drilled holes in your soul
it's time to meet your maker

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am.

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Not to put too fine a point on it
To say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am.

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Not to put too fine a point on it
To say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul




It's about THE DEVIL!!!!!!!

I am still puzzled by the lyrics of Loser by Beck.  ::)


In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
Baby’s in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park

Yo. cut it.

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite
That’s chokin’ on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....

(I’m a driver, I’m a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(schprechen sie deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(know what I’m sayin’?

I'll be damned I started something.  I should have gotten a patten.

I am still puzzled by the lyrics of Loser by Beck.  ::)


In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
Baby’s in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park

Yo. cut it.

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite
That’s chokin’ on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....

(I’m a driver, I’m a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(schprechen sie deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(know what I’m sayin’?


I'll say something I know about these later. No time right now.

This seems like something Jiminy would like:


Debra was a catholic girl, she held out till the bitter end
Karla was a different type, she's the one who put it in
Mary was a black girl, and I was afraid of a girl like that
Susan painted pictures sitting down like Buddhists sat

Rena was an aimless girl, a geographic memory
Kathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery
Vicky had this special way of turning sex into a song
Tamela, who couldn't sing, kept the beat and kept it strong

Zilla was an archetype, the voodoo quen, the queen of rap
Joan thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath
Sherry was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab
Kathleen's point of view was this: Take whatever you can grab

Seattle was another girl who left her mark upon the map
Karen liked to tie me up and left me hanging by a strap
Jeannie had this nightclub walk that made grown men feel underage
Maryella, who had a son, said "I must go" but finally stayed.

Gloria, the last taboo was shattered by her tongue one night
Mimi brought the taboo back and held it up before the light
Marilyn, who knew no shame was never ever satisfied
Julie came and went so fast, she didn't even say goodbye

Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine
Patty had a house in Houston, shot cough syrup in her veins
Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol
Kathryn was much too pretty, she didn't do that sh!t at all

Pauline thought that love was simple, turn it on and turn it off
Jean-Marie was complicated, like some French filmmaker's plot
Gina was the perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight
Jackie was a rich punk rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate

Sara was a modern dancer, a lean, pristine transparency
Janet wrote that poetry in a crazy kind of urgency
Tanya Turkish liked to f*ck while wearing leather biker boots
Brenda's strange obsession was her certain vegetables and fruits

Rowena was an artist's daughter, the deeper image shook her up
Deedee's mother left her father, took his money and his truck
Debbie Ray had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home
Nina, sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone
Bobbi joined a new wave band and changed her name to Bobby Sox
Eloise, who played guitar, sang songs about whales and c*cks
Terri didn't give a sh!t, was just a realist
Roni was more my style, cause she wrote songs just like this
Jezebel went fourty days drinking nothing but Perrier
Dinah drove her Chevrolet into the San Francisco Bay
Judy came from Ohio, she's a scientologist
Pomerante, here's a kiss. I chose you to end this list.


88 Lines About 44 Women - The Nails

Concerning Beck's "Loser":

Soy un perdedor means, literally, "I am a loser".