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Strangest songs.
What are some of the strangest songs you've heard? Whether it's lyrics or just the song in general.
I'll start with the strangest lyrics I've heard thus far. Alien Baby - Sex Gang Children. Pop your head with news at five Soul come alive Mastadon tooth in a yellow suit Soul come alive Three legged fools and the chattering stools Soul come alive Alien Baby, kept in a jam jar The mother of nations told me 'you'll go far' So I'll ban production for the broken hearted For I'm all that's left of the broken hearted Love it to death or let it grow Soul come alive Tear up your shirt and rub it in the dirt Soul come alive Smack my foolish isolation Soul come alive Jump you mummy or stick to honey Soul come alive Alien baby, kept in a jam jar The mother of nations told me 'you'll go far' So I'll ban production of the broken hearted For I'm all that's left of the broken hearted The serviceable villan Did he let you down dad? While fishermen and waiters fall prey to alligators In the last great flash of civilisation The Nashville boys walk through walls Soul come alive Like penguins on speed I take no heed Soul come alive Barrels of crude and walleroos! Soul come alive Alien baby, kept in a jam jar The mother of nations told me 'you'll go far' So I'll ban production of the broken hearted For I'm all that's left of the broken hearted No toys for the boys Just bullets for the children Said the ballerina In a banana |
The Residents - "Olive and Gray"
He wasn't dreaming, When he started screaming “He touched my penis, And it went away” Removing his pants, he Held in his hand, the Shriveled up gland, he Said was a fake “He silently traded Mine for this hated Lump that is shaded Olive and gray” Pointing his finger Right at the stranger He said that the danger Will escalate Unless we kill it Torture and spill its Blood without guilt, it Won't go away The stranger was shocked when Rocks began flocking Around him knocking His senses away Like a mad hound he Was pounded and pounded 'Til he was dead |
Skinny Puppy - "goneja"
dark this heavy past tension over talking dark this heavy past tension over talking ever creepy creep me out quiet soft pitch scratchy throat sore bubble crass the eye balls of token alibis say digger dig me then throw it out in time to gain all the picture water sport aim the game to get no shot rich vine land party spot all them kids so fucked up as if the problem looks alive with each virtual compromise dead head auction auction muscle every thing that lives dark this heavy past tension over talking dark this heavy past tension over talking feeding egos radius dark this matter heavy past tension over talking trash pubic public pimp the name divine the only pissing game working on to undermine only one to one two blind hooking up its wired set the bomb depress the audience looker woofer hookah smoke breathe in feed on spit it out inner vision inside dope latest software antidote creepy creepy creep me out quiet soft pitch scratchy throat cross the bubble crass the eye dark this heavy past tension over talking dark this heavy past tension over talking rip violent fighting for all them kids so fucked up is it the problem neutralize with each ritual compromise heavy after working stiff i don't want these things that seem to live i just want to run around a ditch that feeds back the ghost radio all the token alibis say digger dig me then throw it out in time to gain or picture water sport in the game in the shots rich blind man body sport all them kids so fucked up it dies and wonder if i could not see them it dies i know that i can believe them it dies i wonder if i will still see them it dies i know i won't live much long hahahahaa it's so scary it's sorta scary it's sorta scary no time to break up throw it out make no mistake dark this heavy past tension over talking dark this heavy past tension over talking i wish i wouldn't live in newspapers i wish i wouldn't been what is i wish i wouldn't listen to that prick i wish i would not vote for this do you know what is coming up oh it's all carrying some weight oh it's very well with what would it abort faith no, i see the light bright above i feel as if I'm dying don't you get me i wanna feel that then this and the would that's no less faith i'm living on dark this heavy past tension over talking |
"Gloves" by The Horrors
weird music and lyrics http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=rm9rFG2EeHo Today I found a baby's glove Lying on the drainage board so still Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the kerb..and I...Now I have my own private collection All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors Now I have no room for my obsession Lined up and labelled in neat little packets The next time I saw one it stuck inside my head and became all that I could think about I'll think twice before I pick it up this time Since I thought about what it had done and where it had been and who it had belonged to And I'll twice before I pick it up this time I thought about who it might have done and where it had come from and what it might have belonged to The next time I saw one I had that itching sensation but my hands stayed by my sides and I couldn't take it And through wax seals and padlocks... A hand through my ribcage Past the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders...collarbone...crushing I imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages, forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher, feeling the mash of bone and sinew running slowly down the front of my body... and I couldn't take it any more, I said, I've got to go, I've got to get out of here, and I ran down the street, I've got to get out of here, I've got to go.. |
I lick my brain in silence
Rather squeeze my head instead Midget man provoking violence Listen not to what I said I said please calm it down Everything is turning brown Ween, "Mutilated Lips" |
"Panic" by Coil is quite strange.
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Definitely A Lung by The Knife
It sounds better when it sounds. The lyrics are kind of.... washed out. (Laughter) I'm a crusader I'm the darkest lady I'm the taste on your tongue I'm Darth Vader I know what I'm made of Cause I was warmed by the sun The sun You're looking for me But it's not what you seek I've got a twisted personality You're a crusader You're the darkest lady I like the taste of your tongue You are Darth Vader I know what you're made of And you were warmed by the sun By the sun By the sun The sun And I'm looking for you And I'm glad I found me A special kind of personality When the spark goes out of you And (???) fear me I am your lung I'm Darth Vader I know what I'm made of Cause I was warmed by the sun By the sun The sun The sun I was looking for you I'm not glad I found me A special kind of personality Yes, you are the crusader You are the lady I want to chase your tongue You are Darth Vader I know what you're made of You are like a lung A lung A lung A lung (And you were warmed by the sun) You're looking for me (By the sun) But it's not what you seek (By the sun) I've got a twisted personality By the sun You're looking for me But it's not what you seek I've got a twisted personality (A special kind of personality) (Laughter) |
Cinema Strange - Greensward Grey
I love that song :D Lyrics (from CS website): One There is blood on the hooves of the fawns on the Greensward Grey for they tread through the gristle on the lawn today! Don't they see the roseate faces of my wives as they lay, disemboweled, on the Greensward Grey? Chorus One This park is rank and slippery! Skip and watch the kite tails, don't trip on the entrails! White, and ligamental blossoms jutting from the earth... when have toadstools ever grown toenails? Chorus Two These brains are old and tired but they have not forgotten my harem from decades past, sundry screams for the beast in the backseat! Bridge Springtime is mythical, blood can be pastoral brushed-on and painted after they've fainted! Pan-goats are criminal! Hairy backs and abyssmal breath like a brown bog, swamp-soaked and wet dog! Two There is one woman walking on the Greensward Grey, but I feel she'll be followed by a friend or three! Don't they see the pink-spittle coating on my teeth that will seal every kiss from my lips today! Chorus Three I could classify dead, hooved animals! I could catalog female corpses! But cattarh ruins my breath when grasses reach and start my ending! I could classify! I could catalog! Three I am sitting like a cyst on the Greensward Grey and my god! there are satyrs who are damp and fey! Iron-shod and so hysterical! They lose themselves like dripping red fauna! |
It doesn't top Albert's but every song by The Tiger Lillies, ever. This one is called Banging in the Nails, and I can't properly convey how cheerful a song this is.
I'm crucifying Jesus, banging in the nails, And I am so happy, because old Jesus failed. I'm crucifying Jesus, nail him to the cross, The poor old bastard bleeds to death and I don't give a toss. I'm bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, banging in the nails. I'm bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, banging in the nails.... I'm crucifying Jesus, in my piss he bathes. I think I am a pervert, I think I am depraved I'm crucifying Jesus, beat him to a pulp, I stick my organ in his mouth and on it he must gulp. I'm bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, banging in the nails. I'm bang, bang, bang, bang, banging in the nails. You see that crown of thorns upon his head? Well that was my idea. I think I might be going to hell, Oh dear! I'm bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, banging in the nails. I'm bang, bang, bang, bang, banging in the nails. I'm bang, bang, bang, bang, banging in the nails. I'm bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, banging in the nails. |
I think Silence Is Sexy by Einsturzende Neubauten is the strangest song I've heard. It's got so many pauses.
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Le Disco by Shiny Toy Guns. Not very goff or whatever, but it is strange.
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