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Weird/Dumb/Nonsensical Music Lyrics (1 Viewer)

Dylan's "Highway 61 Revisited" album is a gold mine, especially the following bit from Tombstone Blues

Well, John the Baptist, after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero, the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me, great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And, dropping a barbell, he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"

 
it begins & ends with this post-Beatle Zenplex:

Someone's knockin' at the door, somebody's ringing the bell

Someone's knockin' at the door, somebody's ringing the bell

Do me a favor....

Open the door

And let em in.

yeahyeahyeahdodoyeah

 
What is the song that's on like 5-6 commercials right now that goes...

Ooh-ah I'm a rebel with a kickstand...

Or at least that's what it sounds like.

I haven't even Googled.

:oldunsure:

 
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Was gonna say everything by Beck but Nirvana also has a wide range of random nothing lyrics.

"With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yeah, hey, yay"

 
Was gonna say everything by Beck but Nirvana also has a wide range of random nothing lyrics.

"With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yeah, hey, yay"
It all makes sense when Paul Anka sings it...

 
Uhhh, what about this doesn't makes sense to you?  Everyone's gone through that period in their lives. 

"In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat

Someone keeps sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you read
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park"

 
Great song but...

Visiting is pretty
Visiting is good
Seems that all they ever wanted was a brother

This can be a secret
We can keep it good
Even all the ever wanting had a problem

This is a call to all my
Past resignations
It's been far too long

Fingernails are pretty
Fingernails are good
Seems that all they ever wanted was a marking

Them balloons are pretty
Big and say they should
Ever fall to ground
Call the magic marker

This is a call to all my
Past resignations
This is a call to all
This is a call to all my
Past resignations
It's been too long

Minicyn is pretty
Minicyn is good
Seems that all the cysts and mollusks tend to barter

Ritalin is easy
Ritalin is good
Even all the ones
Who watered down the daughter

 
Ritalin is easy
Ritalin is good
Even all the ones
Who watered down the daughter
i was very surprised - in my search for a new producer/arranger, a FBG put me onto his son, a 19yo musician & sound-engineering student (turns out i'm too luddite to operate Reaper even). at first, i was anxious to show him i could write songs that could work for his interests as well as mine as a kind of payback cuz his band had the trad teen prob with stiff, immature lyrics. i'd had this line in my head for a long time about a crazy Ritalin chick ("Rita Lynn keeps me up all night"), so i asked him what Ritalin chicks were like these days so i could fill it out. He had no idea what i was talking about, Ritalin. Guess i gotta wait til millennials start naming their children Adderall. Dont have that kinda time....

 
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One of my all-time favorite strange lyrics songs.  

The Slider-T Rex

I could never understand
The wind at all
Was like a ball of love
I could never never see

The cosmic sea
Was like a bumblebee
And when I'm sad
I slide

I have never never kissed
A car before It's like a door
I have always always
Grown my own before

All schools are strange
And when I'm sad
I slide

I have never never
Nailed a nose before
That's how the garden grows
I could never understand

The wind at all
Was like a ball of love
And when I'm sad
I slide

Watch now I'm gonna slide

 
Life’s kinda getting out of control, I think. I don’t know if you agree with me..would you hand me that ashtray? What it is… I know you’ve heard the word a thousand times, It’s a rat race. I went through the contortions of hell, I have alcoholic seizures. Wind up in the hospital and everthing else. Now I’m sick and I’m shaking like a leaf. It was like silly puddy and they threw him in the car, the paddy wagon and beat him to death. I hit one of those and I knocked the front wheel off into outer space and I kinda got angry myself and I said, Have alot of guns. I like salad, I just had a nice salad. Baked potato, some cream cheese and chives.

 
Some of the best songwriters of all time don’t write topical lyrics. Bowie, Dylan, Lennon to name a few. When I realized this it gave me a lot more confidence in my own songwriting.

Despite the fact that a lot of music fans want/think there is some bigger message hidden within a song, songwriters mainly have the intention of entertaining. 

 
You got no reputation never took a swing
Silent when the hand's a vow
In the sham marina with no mercy game no time for you bow
Down in sausalito we had clams for desert
He spilt some chardonnay on your gypsy skirt
Its no more time for apricots he's got to make his own shade

 
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff oh

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name oh

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee

 
The best ever:  Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night.  Or perhaps it's "wrapped up like a #####".  I can't remember.  

 
Dead leaves and the dirty ground
When I know you're not around
Shiny tops and soda pops
When I hear your lips make a sound

 
Sweat, baby, sweat, baby sex is a Texas drought me
And you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel
Nuts, yes, I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert
And you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch,
You want it rough, you're out of bounds
I want you smothered, want you covered,
Like my Waffle House hash browns
Come quicker than Fed Ex, never reaching apex like Coca-Cola
Stock you are inclined to make me rise
An hour early just like Daylight Savings Time

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
(Do it again now)
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
(Gettin' horny now)

Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt,
Only God knows where we stuck it hieroglyphics
Let me be Pacific, I want to be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean,
Means small craft advisory
So if I capsize in your thighs, high tide, be minus five,
You sunk my battle ship please turn me on,
I'm Mr. Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time"
You'll love it just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggie style
So we can both watch X-Files

 
You got no reputation never took a swing
Silent when the hand's a vow
In the sham marina with no mercy game no time for you bow
Down in sausalito we had clams for desert
He spilt some chardonnay on your gypsy skirt
Its no more time for apricots he's got to make his own shade
or pretty much every pavement song.

 
Didn't mean to imply I didn't like it
I was just spitballing. I didn't assume you didn't like it. It is weird. Maybe a bit nonsensical though I get the fractured narrative and metaphors of his lover being either with him or not.  

 
Blow it out your ###, motorcycle man! I mean, I am the Devil,
Do you understand? Just what will you give me
for your
t**ties and beer? I suppose you noticed this little
contract here...

 
I mean, it's the greatest rock song of all time, but...

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico


 

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