Lyrics that make an impact
My first submission is:
"Put your hands up high if you haven't abandoned hope that a pen stroke is stronger than a cannon"
From Stand Up by Flobots ala Jonny 5!
"Put your hands up high if you haven't abandoned hope that a pen stroke is stronger than a cannon"
From Stand Up by Flobots ala Jonny 5!
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Permalink Reply by Joel Whiting on -
Me and all my friends
We're all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There's no way we ever could
Now we see everything is going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don't have the means
To rise above and beat it
john mayer- waiting on the world to change
i think its about time it changed from waiting to makeing
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Permalink Reply by skurin on -
That song has always bothered me. I've always felt that it glorifies doing nothing. I like the idea that he's singing about all these people that want things to change, but then instead of calling people to action, he's saying they're all waiting around doing nothing. It's never made any sense to me.
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Permalink Reply by Catcher in burning rye on -
Bad Religion, anything by them really. Like "No DIrection" or "Misery and Famine"
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Permalink Reply by Jacob Worlie on -
dont know if anyone did this one yet but
Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin'
Lightweight stepit aside when we comin'
Fell it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin?
people on the street, they panic and start runnin?
Words on lose leaf sheet complete comin?
I jump on my mind, I summon the ryme i'm dumpin?
Healin' the blind, I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drummin?
Jump when they want to see jumpin?
fuck that i want some fists pumpin?
Risk somethin', take back what's yours
say somethin' that know they might attack you for
linkin park
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Permalink Reply by Jacob Worlie on
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Habitual offenders, scumbag lawyers with agendas
I'll tell you sometimes people I don't know what's worse
Natural disasters or these wolves in sheep clothes pastors
Now damn it I'm scared to send my children to church
And how can we seek salvation when our nations race relations
Got me feeling guilty of being white
But faith in human nature, our creator and our savior, I'm no saint
But I believe in what is right
kid rock
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Permalink Reply by William Nalley on -
But the fault lies with us voters not these faux-religious actors
Because lawmakers don’t fight in wars and they don’t die in great disasters
An act of God might kill you but a politician is faster
So don’t vote based on belief but the important issues after.
"glory" anayaham, check him out on myspace
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Permalink Reply by Alex $ on -
Somewhere between happy, and total fucking wreck
Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge
To spend your waking moments simply killing time
Is to give up on your hopes and dreams and give up on your..
Life for you has been less than kind
So take a number, stand in line
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt
But how we survive is what makes us who we are
An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile
A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile
I shirk my obligations, I miss all your dead lines
I excel at quitting early, and fucking up my life
Life for you has been less than kind
So take a number, stand in line
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt
But how we survive is what makes us who we are
All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day
Everything always works out, I have never felt so fucking great
All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day
Everything always works out, I have never felt so great
(Life isn't like this)x4
Life isn't like this life x2 (Life isn't like this)x3
Are we verging on an answer, or fucking up our...
Life for you has been less than kind
So take a number, stand in line
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt
But how we survive is what makes us who we are
Survive--Rise Against
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Permalink Reply by Kay on -
For Eli by Andrea Gibson
These lyrics gave me chills they are so moving and you have to see her perform the spoken word! you can see her on youtube...
Eli came back from Iraq
and tattooed a teddy bear onto the inside of his wrist
above that a medic with an IV bag
above that an angel
but Eli says the teddy bear won't live
and I know I don't know but I say, "I know"
cause Eli's only twenty-four and I've never seen eyes
further away from childhood than his
eyes old with a wisdom
he knows I'd rather not have
Eli's mother traces a teddy bear onto the inside of my arm
and says, "not all casualties come home in body bags"
and I swear
I'd spend the rest of my life writing nothing
but the word light at the end of this tunnel
if I could find the fucking tunnel
I'd write nothing but white flags
somebody pray for the soldiers
somebody pray for what's lost
somebody pray for the mailbox
that holds the official letters
to the mothers,
--------------fathers,
--------------------sisters,
and little brothers
of Micheal 19... Steven 21... John 33
how ironic that their deaths sound like bible verses
the hearse is parked in the halls of the high school
recruiting black, brown and poor
while anti-war activists
outside walter reed army hospital scream
100, 000 slain
as an amputee on the third floor
breathes forget-me-nots onto the window pain
but how can we forget what we never knew
our sky is so perfectly blue it's repulsive
somebody tell me where god lives
cause if god is truth god doesn't live here
our lies have seared the sun too hot to live by
there are ghosts of kids who are still alive
touting M16s with trembling hands
while we dream ourselves stars on Survivor
another missile sets fire to the face in the locket
of a mother who's son needed money for college
and she swears she can feel his photograph burn
how many wars will it take us to learn
that only the dead return
the rest remain forever caught between worlds of
shrapnel shatters body of three year old girl
to
welcome to McDonalds can I take your order?
the mortar of sanity crumbling
stumbling back home to a home that will never be home again
Eli doesn't know if he can ever write a poem again
one third of the homeless men in this country are veterans
and we have the nerve to Support Our Troops
with pretty yellow ribbons
while giving nothing but dirty looks to their outstretched hands
tell me what land of the free
sets free its eighteen-year-old kids into greedy war zones
hones them like missiles
then returns their bones in the middle of the night
so no one can see
each death swept beneath the carpet and hidden like dirt
each life a promise we never kept
Jeff Lucey came back from Iraq
and hung himself in his parents basement with a garden hose
the night before he died he spent forty five minutes on his fathers lap
rocking like a baby
rocking like daddy, save me
and don't think for a minute he too isn't collateral damage
in the mansions of washington they are watching them burn
and hoarding the water
no senators' sons are being sent out to slaughter
no presidents' daughters are licking ashes from their lips
or dreaming up ropes to wrap around their necks
in case they ever make it home alive
our eyes are closed
america
there are souls in
the boots of the soldiers
america
fuck your yellow ribbon
you wanna support our troops
bring them home
and hold them tight when they get here
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