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lyrics that don't make sence
- Thread starter arai
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Ah huh ah huh ah (God damn)
Oh, lemme send my little shout outs here
Special dedication once again going out to everybody here
Bahama Bay in Philadelphia, we love y'all madly
Special dedication going out to Mellow T, Walt Reeder da'joiner
Don Mack, Charlie Mack, DJ Ran, Cosmic Kev
Special dedication going out to Frank Steed, Al Orrizo Ice T
And if you're with me, if you're with me
I need some help from the music, from the maestro, check it out
Somebody make some noise in this joint man
Oh, lemme send my little shout outs here
Special dedication once again going out to everybody here
Bahama Bay in Philadelphia, we love y'all madly
Special dedication going out to Mellow T, Walt Reeder da'joiner
Don Mack, Charlie Mack, DJ Ran, Cosmic Kev
Special dedication going out to Frank Steed, Al Orrizo Ice T
And if you're with me, if you're with me
I need some help from the music, from the maestro, check it out
Somebody make some noise in this joint man
R.Kelly's Ignition is a bloody great song imo, but those lyrics are just plain silly. One of the reasons I love it 
Same goes for The Sweet's Poppa Joe.
Wig Wam Bam & Little Willy.
Classic bubblegum. :thumbup:
Same goes for The Sweet's Poppa Joe.
Wig Wam Bam & Little Willy.
Classic bubblegum. :thumbup:
"Doo doo doo doo dingle zing a dong bone,
ba-di ba-da ba-zumba crunga cong gone bad,
like an apple gift but i went out and never said my pleasures
I'm much better but I won't regret it never"
Soul to Squeeze-RHCP
I challenge you to find more nonsensical lyrics than that verse.
ba-di ba-da ba-zumba crunga cong gone bad,
like an apple gift but i went out and never said my pleasures
I'm much better but I won't regret it never"
Soul to Squeeze-RHCP
I challenge you to find more nonsensical lyrics than that verse.
Lucid tentacles test ‘n sleeved
‘n joined ‘n jointed jade pointed
Diamond back patterns
Neon meate dream of a octafish
Artifact on rose petals
‘n flesh petals ‘n pots
Fack ‘n feast ‘n tubes tubs bulbs
In jest incest injest injust in feast incest
‘n specks ‘n speckled speckled
Speckled speculation
Fedlocks waddlin’ feast
Archaic faces frenzy
Ceramic fists artificial deceased
‘n cists rancid buds burst
Dank drum ‘n dung dust
Meate rose ‘n hairs
Meaty meate rose ‘n hairs
Meaty dream wet meate
Limp damp rows
Peeled ‘n felt fields ‘n belts
Impaled on ‘n daeman
Mucus mules
Twot trot tra la tra la
Tra la tra la tra la
Whale bone fields ‘n belts
Whale bone farmhouse
Cavorts girdled ‘n latters uh lite
Cavorts girdled ‘n latters uh lite
Uh dipped amidst
Squirmin’ serum ‘n semen ‘n syrup ‘n semen
‘n serum
Stirrupped in syrup
Neon meate dream of a octafish
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6eN8YTwNmc
Pena
Her litle head clinking
Like a barrel of red velvet balls
Full past noise
Treats filled her eyes
Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks
Soft like butter hard not to pour
Out enjoying the sun while sitting on a turned on waffle iron
Smoke billowing up from between her legs
Made me vomit beautifully
And crush a chandelier
Fall on my stomach ‘n view her
From a thousand happened facets
Liquid red salt ran over crystals
I later band-aided the area
Sighed
Oh well it was worth it
Pena pleased but sore from sitting
Choose to stub her toe
‘n view the white pulps horribly large in their red pockets
“I’m tired of playing baby,” she explained
‘n out of uh blue felt box let escape
One yellow butterfly the same size
Its dropping were tiny green phosphorous worms
That moved in tuck ‘n rolls that clacked
‘n whispered in their confinement
Three little burnt scotch taped windows
Several yards away
Mouths open to tongues that vibrated
‘n lost saliva
Pena exclaimed, “That’s the raspberries.”
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‘n joined ‘n jointed jade pointed
Diamond back patterns
Neon meate dream of a octafish
Artifact on rose petals
‘n flesh petals ‘n pots
Fack ‘n feast ‘n tubes tubs bulbs
In jest incest injest injust in feast incest
‘n specks ‘n speckled speckled
Speckled speculation
Fedlocks waddlin’ feast
Archaic faces frenzy
Ceramic fists artificial deceased
‘n cists rancid buds burst
Dank drum ‘n dung dust
Meate rose ‘n hairs
Meaty meate rose ‘n hairs
Meaty dream wet meate
Limp damp rows
Peeled ‘n felt fields ‘n belts
Impaled on ‘n daeman
Mucus mules
Twot trot tra la tra la
Tra la tra la tra la
Whale bone fields ‘n belts
Whale bone farmhouse
Cavorts girdled ‘n latters uh lite
Cavorts girdled ‘n latters uh lite
Uh dipped amidst
Squirmin’ serum ‘n semen ‘n syrup ‘n semen
‘n serum
Stirrupped in syrup
Neon meate dream of a octafish
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6eN8YTwNmc
Pena
Her litle head clinking
Like a barrel of red velvet balls
Full past noise
Treats filled her eyes
Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks
Soft like butter hard not to pour
Out enjoying the sun while sitting on a turned on waffle iron
Smoke billowing up from between her legs
Made me vomit beautifully
And crush a chandelier
Fall on my stomach ‘n view her
From a thousand happened facets
Liquid red salt ran over crystals
I later band-aided the area
Sighed
Oh well it was worth it
Pena pleased but sore from sitting
Choose to stub her toe
‘n view the white pulps horribly large in their red pockets
“I’m tired of playing baby,” she explained
‘n out of uh blue felt box let escape
One yellow butterfly the same size
Its dropping were tiny green phosphorous worms
That moved in tuck ‘n rolls that clacked
‘n whispered in their confinement
Three little burnt scotch taped windows
Several yards away
Mouths open to tongues that vibrated
‘n lost saliva
Pena exclaimed, “That’s the raspberries.”
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I don't know the exact title of the song but "I have Never Been to Me" really makes no sense IMHO;
Los ticka toe rest
Might like-a sender doe-ree
Your make a doll a ray day sender
Bright like a penalty
Exi-tease my ray day member
Half lost a beat away
Purst in like a one way sender
War give a heart like a fay
'Cuz I can Ford a red-eed
Only street a wide a re-land
Diamond make a mid-evil
Bike a sake a like a re-caste
'Cuz I can Ford a red-eed
Only street a wide a re-land
On a re-land, find a re-land
You sink a my swan
Rolly a get a worst in
Maybe minus way far central
Poor forty duck a pin
Milk maid dud bean
Master a load a head
Pill pop a dope a well run
General hash pump a gonna led
'Cuz I can Ford a red-eed
Only street a wide a re-land
Diamond make a mid-evil
Bike a sake a like a re-caste
'Cuz I can Ford a red-eed
Only street a wide a re-land
On a re-land, find a re-land
Might like-a sender doe-ree
Your make a doll a ray day sender
Bright like a penalty
Exi-tease my ray day member
Half lost a beat away
Purst in like a one way sender
War give a heart like a fay
'Cuz I can Ford a red-eed
Only street a wide a re-land
Diamond make a mid-evil
Bike a sake a like a re-caste
'Cuz I can Ford a red-eed
Only street a wide a re-land
On a re-land, find a re-land
You sink a my swan
Rolly a get a worst in
Maybe minus way far central
Poor forty duck a pin
Milk maid dud bean
Master a load a head
Pill pop a dope a well run
General hash pump a gonna led
'Cuz I can Ford a red-eed
Only street a wide a re-land
Diamond make a mid-evil
Bike a sake a like a re-caste
'Cuz I can Ford a red-eed
Only street a wide a re-land
On a re-land, find a re-land
"Lust For Life" Iggy Pop
The whole song, lyrically, makes no sense (Probably did with the amout of heroin he was doing at the time). but it is damn catchy.
I always get a chuckle due to the amount of commercials and things it's used in now.
The whole song, lyrically, makes no sense (Probably did with the amout of heroin he was doing at the time). but it is damn catchy.
I always get a chuckle due to the amount of commercials and things it's used in now.
Do wah diddly diddly, dum ditty do.
There she was just a walkin down the street............
;-/ Paul
Lots of lyrics, just like with art in a general sense, do not make sense to the casual observer. However, there is no explaing the anomaly that is Anthony Keidis
Lust for Life always sounded pretty straightforward to me. About a life of overindulgence in sex and drugs and wanting to get off the merry go round of craziness. Which sounds, to me anyway, that it's autobiographical.
Here's one that I find a bit mystifying. I could think of a couple of things it's about, but it overall strikes me as pretty ambiguous. Noise Annoys by Buzzcocks;
Pretty girls
Pretty boys
Have you ever heard your mommy say
Noise annoys
Pretty girls
Pretty boys
Have you ever heard your mommy shout
Noise annoys
Go
Pretty girls
Pretty boys
Have you ever heard your mommy scream
Noise annoys
Pretty girls
Pretty boys
Have you ever heard your mommy scream
Noise annoys
Pretty girls
Pretty boys
Have you ever heard your mommy say
Noise annoys
Here's one that I find a bit mystifying. I could think of a couple of things it's about, but it overall strikes me as pretty ambiguous. Noise Annoys by Buzzcocks;
Pretty girls
Pretty boys
Have you ever heard your mommy say
Noise annoys
Pretty girls
Pretty boys
Have you ever heard your mommy shout
Noise annoys
Go
Pretty girls
Pretty boys
Have you ever heard your mommy scream
Noise annoys
Pretty girls
Pretty boys
Have you ever heard your mommy scream
Noise annoys
Pretty girls
Pretty boys
Have you ever heard your mommy say
Noise annoys
The song's history began when Lennon was inspired by Timothy Leary's campaign for governor of California titled "Come together, join the party" against Ronald Reagan, which promptly ended when Leary was sent to prison for possession of marijuana.[5] It has been speculated that each verse refers cryptically to each of the Beatles (e.g. "he's one holy roller" allegedly refers to the spiritually inclined George Harrison; "he got monkey finger, he shoot Coca-Cola" to Ringo Starr, the funny Beatle; "he got Ono sideboard, he one spinal cracker" to Lennon himself; and "got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard to see" to Paul McCartney); however, it has also been suggested that the song has only a single "pariah-like protagonist" and Lennon was "painting another sardonic self-portrait".[6]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Come_Together
Um...that's what we used to say in the 60's when we couldn't understand a thing they were saying.
"Wow....that's deeeeep, man!"
