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lyrics that don't make sence

Yep. Nonsense syllables are way cooler than a bunch of spaced out rhyming words. I cant believe this has gone 4 pages without a mention of the inimitable world champion, university proven unintelligable "Louie Louie"....

The lyrics to the original version of Louie Louie by Richard Berry are very clear. The Kingsmen's cover is mumbled.

Richard Berry - Louie Louie (1957)

 
In classic Melvins style, these were the only lyrics printed in their liner notes, and I believe they're accurate.



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
 
Tidify da, sinmah gough dah hep haing ding fum gogamamo
Stry da fings thadd awondt oont do butt any il thang thad a wondt meeto
Shees my nurirng my nu esit seten' ra mind at a ros reshoo
I don loo kadang doo my net loohah leten meen you

Hmm, I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole
I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole
You just don't know what shape I'm in

Try-da-fy thedit dern tasgoo
Itel dang ifl eeton if airs ron wichoo
Day me dy ron my nek
Thars a dang ana ding doo itan beegon

Shee kina sitn wita ly dou fang
Let it ang wit a itin imin babee
Ide oln lee pak da thangs yoodo
Letit ang ifen eeton wacha ron wichoo

I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole


Read more: ZZ Top - Ten Foot Pole Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Need I say more?
 
Here you go....

"Old Fart At Play"



Pappy with the khaki sweatband. Bowed goat potbellied barnyard that only he noticed, the old fart was smart. The old gold cloth Madonna

Dancin' to the fiddle 'n saw he ran down behind the knoll n' slipped on his wooden fishhead. The mouth worked 'n snapped all the bees back to the bungalow

Momma was flatten 'n lard with her red enamel rolling pin when the fishhead broke the window. Rubber eye erect 'n precisely detailed. Airholes from which breath should come is now closely fit with the chatter of the old fart inside.

An assortment of observations took place. Momma licked her lips like a cat pecked the ground like a rooster pivoted like a duck.

Her stockings down caught dust 'n doughballs. She cracked her mouth glaze, caught one eyelash rubbed her hands on her gorgeous gingham. Her hands grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork open to the room, uh, smell cold mixed with bologona.

Rubber bands crumpled wax paper bonnets. Fat goose legs 'n special jellies ignited by the warmth of the room. The old fart smelled this through his important breather holes.

Cleverly he dialed from within from the outside we observed that the nose of the wooden mask where the holes had just been a moment ago was now smooth amazingly blended camouflaged in with the very intricate rainbow trout replica. The old fart inside was now breathin freely from his perfume bottle atomizer air bulb invention

His excited eyes from within the dark interior glazed. Watered in appreciation of his thoughtful preparation. Uh man, it's so heavy.
 
Excerpt from Billy Joel's Piano Man:

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife...

So he's a guy who writes novels about real estate? Boy, he must be a real in-demand author! :p

Elton John's Philadelphia Freedom:

I used to be a hard beaten photon won...

What the hell is that??? :confused:
 
Neil Fallon (Clutch) writes some killer ***-lyrics.

"Ribonucleic acid freak out
The power of prayer
Long halls of science
And all the lunatics committed there

Robot lords of Tokyo
Smile, taste kittens
Did you not know that the royal hunting grounds
Are always forbidden"
 
Pretty much anything by Captain Beefheart. Very detailed and descriptive, but random nonetheless. For instance,

Orange Claw Hammer

A thick cloud caught a piper clubs tail
The match struck blue on a railroad rail
The old puff horse was just pullin' through
And a man wore a peg leg forever

I'm on the bum where the hobos run
The air breaks with filthy chatter
Oh, I don't care there's no place there
I don't think it matters

My skin's blazin' through
And my clothes in tatters
And the railroad looked
Like a 'Y' up the hill of ladders

One shoe fell on the gravel
One stick poked down
Gray of age fell down on a pair of ears
An eagle shined through my hole watch pocket

A gingham girl, baby girl
Passed me by in tears
A jack rabbit raised his folded ears
A beautiful sagebrush, jack rabbit

And an oriole sang like an orange
His breast full a worms
And his tail clawed the evenin' like a hammer
His wings took the air like a bomber

And my rain can caught me a cup a water
When I got into town
Odd jobs mam, ah, yer horse, I'll fodder
I'm the round house man

I once was yer father
A little up the road a wooden
Candy stripe barber pole
And above it read a sign, 'Painless Parker'

Lic, licorice twisted around under a fly
And a youngster cocked her eye
God before me if I'm not crazy
Is my daughter

Come little one with yer little dimpled fingers
Gimme one and I'll buy you a cherry phosphate
Take you down t' the foamin' brine and water
And show you the wooden boobies

On the Goddess with the pole out s'full sail
That tempted away yer peg legged father
I was shanghaied by a high hat beaver mustache man
And his pirate friend

I woke up in vomit and beer in a banana bin
And a soft lass with brown skin
Bore me seven babies with snappin' black eyes
And beautiful ebony skin

And here it is I'm with you my daughter
Thirty years away can make a seaman's eyes
A round house man's eyes flow out water
Salt water
 
Excerpt from Billy Joel's Piano Man:

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife...

So he's a guy who writes novels about real estate? Boy, he must be a real in-demand author! :p

Elton John's Philadelphia Freedom:

I used to be a hard beaten photon won...

What the hell is that??? :confused:

:eyebrow: :confused:
Yeah, no it's: I used to be a heart beating for someone
 
MOUTH AND MACNEAL - "How Do You Do?

Once I said I wanted you
I don't remember why
I often wonder if it's true
That you could make me cry
I only know it's long ago
You said I love you too
But I got one solution that
We're gonna start anew

How do you do
Mm Mm
I thought
Wa-na Na-na Na-na
Just me and you
And then we can
Na-na Na-na
Just like before
And you will say
Na-na Na-na
Please give me more
And you will think
Na-na Na-na
Hey that's what I'm living for


How do you do
Uh huh
I thought
Why na Na-na
Just me and you
And then we can
Na-na Na-na
Just like before
And you will say
Na-na Na-na
Please give me more
And you will think
Na-na Na-na
Hey that's what I'm living for

Once I said I wanted you
And I remember why
I often wonder if it's true
You still can make me cry
And now it's not so long ago
You said I love you true
'Cause I had one solution left
And that's we start anew

How do you do
Uh huh
I thought
Wa-na Na-na
Just me and you
And then we can
Na-na Na-na
Just like before
And you will say
Na-na Na-na
Please give me more
And you will think
Na-na Na-na
Hey that's what I'm living for

How do you do
Uh huh
I thought
By na Na-na
Just me and you
And then we can
Na-na Na-na
Just like before
And you will say
Na-na Na-na
Please give me more
And you will think
Na-na Na-na
Hey that's what I'm living for

How do you do
Uh-huh
La-la-la-la...
Hey that's what I'm living for

How do you do
La-la
La-la La-la-la-la-la...
 
Excerpt from Billy Joel's Piano Man:

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife...

So he's a guy who writes novels about real estate? Boy, he must be a real in-demand author! :p

He works in real estate and writes novels.

Elton John's Philadelphia Freedom:

I used to be a hard beaten photon won...

What the hell is that??? :confused:

The line is "I used to be a heart beating for someone"

edit - I see 96tbird cleared that one up.