Leaving the Truth - Songs to Destroy Your Faith By

by tetrapod.sapien 76 Replies latest social entertainment

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  ithinkisee

  Reconsider Everything - 311

  How many times will they do the same thing?
  How did they get programmed to, your following?
  Everyone's locked up in their suffering
  The only way you can tell is reconsider everything

  What if the truth is that there is no truth
  The only thing I can prove is there is no proof
  Don't be so sure that your source is correct
  People believed it before, before they had checked

  How many times can they tell you
  Til you just give them their way
  How many times can sell you
  Til you let them have their say
  Every time you will ignore your
  Heart it will come back twice more
  Never deny your own instinct
  Reconsider Everything

  Everybody want something they control
  Some just want grass some they want gold
  Either way does it feel good or feel low
  Taking you down not fast but real slow

  Rebellion done for it's own sake
  Does not a true free thinker make
  To go against for it's own sake
  You're still controlled by the course that the other man takes

  Reconsider everything, reconsider everything
  Reconsider everything, reconsider everything
  Reconsider everything, reconsider everything
  Reconsider everything
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  ithinkisee

  There is a song called Lie on Lie

  That song is by a group called Chalk Farm.

  -ithinkisee
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  tetrapod.sapien

  the mary-jane has caused me to break out some old cd's that i don't think i normally would have.

  well, on one of my old Blind Melon albums i found a remake of steppenwolf's "pusher". except Shannon Hoon rewrote the lyrics from "drug pusher" to "bible pusher". when i heard it, it sent me on the nicest trip. ((((()))))

  anyroad, here is his version of the Bible Pusher lyrics:

  Snow flakes rolling over my ear, goose bumping weather
  If I'm hungry at 4:30 in the morning, think god will deliver?
  And I'm oh so tired of you pushing that thorny crown
  Down onto my head so hard, my knees are two inches in the ground
  And I said, God damn, God damn that Bible pushin' man

  You know I smoked a lot of grass and I've popped a lot of pills
  But I've never done nothing that my spirit couldn't kill
  And I walk around with these tombstones in my eyes
  But I know the pusher don't care, if you live or if you die.
  And I said, God damn, God damn that Bible pushin' man.

  Godamn, Godamn, Godamn, Godamn, God damn
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  tetrapod.sapien

  i don't know why tom waits and leonard cohen rock me so hard some days, but this is my new song to destroy your faith by:

  The Future

  Leonard Cohen

  Give me back my broken night
  my mirrored room, my secret life
  it's lonely here,
  there's no one left to torture
  Give me absolute control
  over every living soul
  And lie beside me, baby,
  that's an order!
  Give me crack and anal sex
  Take the only tree that's left
  and stuff it up the hole
  in your culture
  Give me back the Berlin wall
  give me Stalin and St Paul
  I've seen the future, brother:
  it is murder.
  
  Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
  Won't be nothing
  Nothing you can measure anymore
  The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
  has crossed the threshold
  and it has overturned
  the order of the soul
  When they said REPENT REPENT
  I wonder what they meant
  When they said REPENT REPENT
  I wonder what they meant
  When they said REPENT REPENT
  I wonder what they meant
  
  You don't know me from the wind
  you never will, you never did
  I'm the little jew
  who wrote the Bible
  I've seen the nations rise and fall
  I've heard their stories, heard them all
  but love's the only engine of survival
  Your servant here, he has been told
  to say it clear, to say it cold:
  It's over, it ain't going
  any further
  And now the wheels of heaven stop
  you feel the devil's riding crop
  Get ready for the future:
  it is murder
  
  Things are going to slide ...
  
  There'll be the breaking of the ancient
  western code
  Your private life will suddenly explode
  There'll be phantoms
  There'll be fires on the road
  and the white man dancing
  You'll see a woman
  hanging upside down
  her features covered by her fallen gown
  and all the lousy little poets
  coming round
  tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
  and the white man dancin'
  
  Give me back the Berlin wall
  Give me Stalin and St Paul
  Give me Christ
  or give me Hiroshima
  Destroy another fetus now
  We don't like children anyhow
  I've seen the future, baby:
  it is murder
  
  Things are going to slide ...
  
  When they said REPENT REPENT ...

  TS
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  Narkissos

  tetra,

  I'll be breaking the posters' guidelines # 8, but I've thought of this song so often when reading your posts...

  Léo Ferré, "Thank you Satan"

  Pour la flamme que tu allumes
  Au creux d'un lit pauvre ou rupin
  Pour le plaisir qui s'y consume
  Dans la toile ou dans le satin
  Pour les enfants que tu ranimes
  Au fond des dortoirs chérubins
  Pour leurs pétales anonymes
  Comme la rose du matin
  
  Thank you Satan
  
  Pour le voleur que tu recouvres
  De ton chandail tendre et rouquin
  Pour les portes que tu lui ouvres
  Sur la tanière des rupins
  Pour le condamné que tu veilles
  A l'Abbaye du monte en l'air
  Pour le rhum que tu lui conseilles
  Et le mégot que tu lui sers
  
  Thank you Satan
  
  Pour les étoiles que tu sèmes
  Dans le remords des assassins
  Et pour ce cœur qui bat quand même
  Dans la poitrine des putains
  Pour les idées que tu maquilles
  Dans la tête des citoyens
  Pour la prise de la Bastille
  Même si ça ne sert à rien
  
  Thank you Satan
  
  Pour le prêtre qui s'exaspère
  A retrouver le doux agneau
  Pour le pinard élémentaire
  Qu'il prend pour du Château Margaux
  Pour l'anarchiste à qui tu donnes
  Les deux couleurs de ton pays
  Le rouge pour naître à Barcelone
  Le noir pour mourir à Paris
  
  Thank you Satan
  
  Pour la sépulture anonyme
  Que tu fis à Monsieur Mozart
  Sans croix ni rien sauf pour la frime
  Un chien, croque-mort du hasard
  Pour les poètes que tu glisses
  Au chevet des adolescents
  Quand poussent dans l'ombre complice
  Des fleurs du mal de dix-sept ans
  
  Thank you Satan
  
  Pour le péché que tu fais naître
  Au sein des plus raides vertus
  Et pour l'ennui qui va paraître
  Au coin des lits où tu n'es plus
  Pour les ballots que tu fais paître
  Dans le pré comme des moutons
  Pour ton honneur à ne paraître
  Jamais à la télévision
  
  Thank you Satan
  
  Pour tout cela et plus encor
  Pour la solitude des rois
  Le rire des têtes de morts
  Le moyen de tourner la loi
  Et qu'on ne me fasse point taire
  Et que je chante pour ton bien
  Dans ce monde où les muselières
  Ne sont plus faites pour les chiens...
  
  Thank you Satan !

  Tentative translation (but you should hear it in French):

  For the flame you light up
  Within a poor or plushy bed
  For the pleasure there consumed
  In cloth or in satin
  For the children you arouse,
  As cherubs lost in the dorms
  For their anonymous petals
  Like the morning rose
  
  Thank you Satan
  
  For the thief you cover
  With your soft and red sweater
  For the doors you open for him
  In the lair of the filthy rich
  For the convict you sit up with
  In the burglar's abbey
  For the last rum you advise him
  And the fag end you offer him
  Thank you Satan
  
  For the stars you sow
  In the murderers' remorse
  And for this heart still beating
  In the whores' chests
  For the ideas you disguise
  In the citizens' heads
  For taking the Bastille (the king's prison in Paris, National Day since 1789)
  Even though it was useless
  Thank you Satan
  
  For the priest getting upset
  As he looks for the sweet lamb
  For the average cheap wine
  He mistakes for Châteaux-Margaux
  For the anarchist whom you give
  The two colours of your country
  Red for being born in Barcelona
  Black for dying in Paris
  Thank you Satan
  
  For the anonymous burial
  You gave to Mr. Mozart
  Without a cross, just for the show
  A dog as the pall-bearer of chance
  For the poets you sneak
  At the adolescents' bedside
  When in the conninving shadow grow
  Seventeenth-year-old Flowers of Evil Thank you Satan
  
  For the sin you will raise up
  Within the sternest virtues
  And for the boredom that will appear
  In the books where you are no more
  For the dumbasses you shepherd
  In the fields like sheep
  For your honour never to be shown
  On Television.
  
  Thank you Satan
  
  For all of this, and even more
  For the loneliness of kings
  The laughter of skulls
  The ways to circumvent the law
  And that I'm not put to silence
  And can sing to your praise
  In this world where muzzles
  Are not made for dogs.
  Thank you Satan !
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  OpenFireGlass

  METALLICA

  Dyers EveDear Mother
  Dear Father
  What is this hell you have put me through?
  Believer
  Deceiver
  Day in, day out, live my life through you
  Pushed onto me what's wrong or right
  Hidden from this thing that they call “life”
  

  Dear Mother
  Dear Father
  Every thought I'd think you'd disapprove
  Curator
  Dictator
  Always censoring my every move
  Children are seen but are not heard
  Tear out everything inspired

  Innocence
  Torn from me without your shelter
  Barred reality
  I'm living blindly

  Dear Mother
  Dear Father
  Time has frozen still what's left to be
  Hear nothing
  Say nothing
  Cannot face the fact I think for me
  No guarantee, it's life as-is
  But damn you for not giving me my chance

  Dear Mother
  Dear Father
  You've clipped my wings before
  I learned to fly
  Unspoiled
  Unspoken
  I've outgrown that fucking lullaby
  Same thing I've always heard from you,
  “Do as I say, not as I do”

  Innocence
  Torn from me without your shelter
  Barred reality
  I'm living blindly

  I'm in hell without you
  Cannot cope without you two
  Shocked at the world that I see
  Innocent victim, please rescue me

  Dear Mother
  Dear Father
  Hidden in your world you've made for me
  I'm seething
  I'm bleeding
  Ripping wounds in me that never heal
  Undying spite I feel for you
  Living out this hell you always knew
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  CountryGuy

  "Don't Lie," by the Black Eyed Peas

  or for a little country...

  "Jesus Take the Wheel," by Carrie Underwood.
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  onesong

  "Friend of the Devil" by the Dead 'nough said
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  tetrapod.sapien

  hey Narkissos,

  thanks for that! those are really cool lyrics. just my sort of thing. i will look this song up for sure! :)

  onesong,

  hey man! i play that song on the guitar. one of my favorite dead songs.

  cheers guys,

  TS
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  stealyourface

  This reminds me of when I was first poking around on the internet, having just got the guts to Google the Jaydubs. Apparently, we all felt this way, in the beginning:

  http://www.steveearle.net/lyrics/ly-hard.php#findout

  Oh yeah, I heard a cool song a few weeks back that sent me on a 'Road Trip to Hell'. My bags have been packed for that one!