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Sorry,I have to say that Crass have the best lyrics... Check it out! Reality Asylum I am no feeble christ, not me He hangs in glib delight upon his cross Above my body, lowly me Christ forgive, forgive? Holy he, he holy, he holy? Shit he forgives, forgive? Forgive? I? I? Me? I? I vomit for you jesu Christy christus Puke upon your papal throne Wrapped you are in the bloody shroud Of churlish suicide Wrapped I am in the muddy cloud Of hellish genocide Petulant child I have suffered for you Where you have never known me I too must die Will you be shadowed in the arrogance Of my death? Your valley truth What lights pass those pious heights? What passing bells for these in their trucks? For you lord. You are the flag-bearer of these nations One against the other that die in the mud No piety. No deity Is that your forgiveness? Saint. Martyr. Goat. Billy. Forgive? Shit he forgives He hangs upon his cross In self-righteous judgment Hangs in crucified delight Nailed to the extent of his vision His cross. His manhood. His violence. Guilt. Sin He would nail my body to his cross As if I might have waited upon him in the garden As if I might have perfumed his body Washed those bloody feet This woman that he seeks Suicide visionary. Death reveler. Rake. Rapist. Gravedigger. Earthmover. Lifesucker. jesu. You scooped the pits of Auschwitz The soil of Treblinka is rich in your guilt The sorrow of your tradition Your stupid humility is the crown of thorns We all must wear. For you. Ha. Master Master of gore. Enigma. Stigma. Stigmata. Errata. Eraser The cross is the mast of your oppression You fly there, vain flag. You carry it Wear it on your back, lord. Your back Enola is your gaiety Suffer little children to come unto me Suffer in that horror. Hiroshima. Hiroshima The bodies are your delight The incandescent flame is the spirit of it They come to you jesu. to you The nails are the only trinity Hold them in your corpsey graceless ness The image that I have had to suf |
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The image that I have had to suffer These nails at my temple The cross is the virgin body of womanhood That you defile In your guilt you turn back Nailed to that body Lame-arse jesus calls me sister There are no words for my contempt Every woman is a cross in his filthy theology He turns his back on me in his fear His vain delight is the pain I bear Alone. He hangs. his choice. his choice Alone. Alone. His voice. His Choice He shares nothing, this christ Sterile. Impotent. Fucklove prophet of death He is the ulimate pornography He. He. hear us jesus You sign alone in your cockfear You lie alone in your womanfear You die alone in your manfear Alone jesu, alone In your cockfear. Cuntfear. Womanfear. Manfear Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear Your fear. Your fear. Warfare. Warfare Jesus died for his own sins. Not mine. |
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that's a great one. apparently it was deemed so offensive by the record manufacturers that they refused to press the album if that song was included. so the original record has silence where that song should be. |
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I have 2 versions of that music,one is less ofensive. Damn,I like it so much!!! :D Have a music called "mother love" from "christ- the album" that have great lyrics too,well,I am talking about Crass ,then... .) |
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"corpsey graceless ness".... wtf? |
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"You sign alone in your cockfear" I get that a lot, too. |
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lol |
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"Saint. Martyr. Goat. Billy. Forgive? Shit he forgives." |
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I think these lyrics just confused me into becoming a nun. |
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Mother Love Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand That at the end of my arm was my own fucking hand. In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies, I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties. Little children shouldn't speak until they're spoken to, They're just another showpiece to show the neighbours who Can produce the perfect babe with everything in place, But god help you if you come out without an angel face. If you haven't got the looks that prove how nice you are, You'll have failed your duty and that's all you fucking are, You're just a status symbol that they need to have in life, Just the proof they need to be the perfect man and wife. Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand That at the end of my arm was my own fucking hand. In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies, I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties. Like a fucking dustbin they fill you up with trash, And tell you all that life is, is working for some cash, Life's a competition and you've got to be the best, So tread on everybody else, forget about the rest. They tell you to be grateful for what they've done to you, Like tell you the conditions and pump it into you, That you really mustn't fail them cos you owe them a debt, Cos they're the ones that made you and they won't let you forget. Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand That at the end of my arm was my own fucking hand. In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies, I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties. You're not a human in their eyes, you're a novelty. They don't want you thinking, you'll break the fantasy, The fantasy that you're the toy providing endless fun, You're not a human being, you're their daughter or their son. You bring them lots of happiness when you're very small, But when you lose those darling looks no-one cares to call, Cos you're no more the cuddly toy for them to hug and hold, You're not an |
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You're not an individual and they're just getting old. Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand That at the end of my arm was my own fucking hand. In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies, I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties, I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties, I didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody ties, I didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody ties, I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties, I didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody ties, I didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody lies, I didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody ties, I didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody lies. |
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do you have the penis envy lp? that's my favorite. |
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fun to see them namedropping one of the great '80s sitcoms. man, that Alex Keaton! what a character! |
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:) I have some random songs and a cover of penis envy. Hahahaha! Most part of them are from christ-the album and best before. |
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i thought you were being sarcastic |
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maybe if i didn't grow up jewish this song would strike me as more risque. jesus was never really taboo, just that melodramatic bearded guy. anyways, the best lyrics are, of course, morissey's. |
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hahaha,I am sarcastic all the time and atheist at same proportion. |
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You forgot the P. |
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I didn't, actually. I just thought it would make me look completely insane. |
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lyrics tend be very blah. |
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well, i couldn't really choose any one song -- besides, they have to be sung with morissey's unique blend of sarcasm and tenderness to really be appreciated. |
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You could've put a T. instead and watched from afar as the heads of the diehard Family Ties fans of xltronic implode. Then you could stroke your bald head and sneer maniacally, glaring into your computer monitor, contemplating everyone else's impending doom. (for fun I was picturing you as as Larry David.) on a semi-related note, wasn't Alex a republican? |
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