bannedindc wrote:
"no children" is an amazing song.
Best breakup song ever?
John D is the master of the angry post-relationship song.
No Children is one of many that have gotten me through the last 10 years of bad breakups. Some lyrical favorites are below:
standard bitter love song #4
well I see you've left me a photograph
of a leopard tearing an antelope in half.
what have you done? what have you done?
what have you done...with our love?
what have you done?
well I see you've resorted to petty theft.
you try to take something from me,
but there's nothing left.
what have you done? what have you done?
what have done...with our love?
where have you put it?
well I hear you calling from way over there
and I can't find it anywhere.
what have you done? what have you done?
what have you done...with our love?
what have you done?
black molly
black mollies in the aquarium,
darting back and forth as though an earthquake were certain
and I, turned up the heater
and I ripped off my shirt
and I grabbed hold of my stereo
and I threw it out the window
you were in town again
you'd come around again
you were dragging me down again with you
siamese fish flashing like sparklers
it started to rain
and the telephone rang a couple of times
I put a bullet through its cold dead brain
and I got out my photographs of you
and I put bullets though all of them too
you were in town again
you'd come around again
you were dragging me down again with you
yeah
baboon
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the sun came up above the strange white plain.
blood red flowers all wet with rain
and the spirit wasn't really willing anymore, but the flesh was very very strong.
and i've got very little money left, and i've got no sense,
but I'll have none of your god damned impudence.
the sun came up above the new white fields,
everything was new again.
pure power, stripped of meaning, sky burning, spring cleaning.
daisies on the hillside like cancer on the skin.
pretty little yellow eyes that flutter in the wind,
I'd be grateful my children aren't here here to see this,
if you'd ever seen fit to give me children.
and my defenses may be working with a skeleton crew,
but I'll be skinned alive before I'll take this from you.
the sun came up above the ocean out west,
all the colors of the rainbow.
stand up straight, you can see the house leaning.
day breaking, spring cleaning.
poltergeist
i can't stand it when you tell our infant son
that he was born beneath a bad sign.
and i can't stand it when smiles up at you
just because you're his mother.
and i can't stand the bitter thing that i've become
beneath the four walls that hold up our ceiling.
and i wonder when the house gets real quiet
who between us will be the first one to give into the feeling.
and i know you don't want me to hurt you tonight.
and i, i don't want you to hurt me the way you do.
i can't stand it when you put the boy to bed and ya
sing him those songs i used to sing to you.
yeah i can't stand to hear you sing those songs
when you know you don't mean them.
and i can't stand the way my body still remembers
how much we used to mean to one another way back when.
and i can't stand going back to seek the shelter of your arms.
and then i can't stand it again.
and i know you don't want me to hurt you tonight.
and i, i don't want you to hurt me the way you do.
(i'm thinking yes, but it can't hurt to ask)
