I saw Arlo Guthrie live in 1994 - vaguely knew about him, but I had only heard Alice's Restaurant.

Anyway, he does this long speil about Canadians, mericans, and how the metric system was trying to take over America (all tounge-in-cheek)

Inch by Inch, row by row
gonna make this garden grow
gonna mulch it deep and low
gonna make it fertile ground

Inch by Inch, row by row
please bless these seeds I sow
please keep them safe below
till the rain comes tumbling down

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9QTj45cTB4U&t=1m53s

My weird song is "my dick" by mickey avalon. Can't post lyrics due to COC

The Doors /thread

Kev Russel inspired and co-written by his 4 YO son.

"

CHORUS:
Somebody bring me a flower, I’m a robot
Somebody bring me a flower, I’m a robot
I’m all metal and plastic, wires and elastic
Somebody bring me a flower, I’m a robot

VERSE 1:
Name told some robots to play some music
Robots played their music with a stick, stick, stick
Robots sang about how name been gone so long
All the other robots loved that song.

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
I’m a robot, not a power ranger
I’m a robot, just like a coat hanger
I’m a robot, not a country singer
I’m a robot.

CHORUS"

LOSER by Beck

Stupid, but kinda fun

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 breathe
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

Yo, cut it.

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's got on the pole shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of a folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string

Slap the turkey neck and it's hangin from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax, fallin' on a termite
That's chokin on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz)
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)

Yo bring it on down
Sooooooy...
(Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?)
(I'm a driver, I'm a winner; things are gonna change, I can feel it.)

Soy un perdidor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby)
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin?)

We Want a Rock by They Might Be Giants

Where was I? I forgot
The point that I was making
I said if I was smart that I would
Save up for a piece of string
And a rock to wind the string around

Everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around
Everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the playhouse down
They want to stop the ones who want
A rock to wind a string around
But everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the playhouse down
They want to stop the ones who want
A rock to wind a string around
But everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around

If I were a carpenter I'd
Hammer on my piglet, I'd
Collect the seven dollars and I'd
Buy a big prosthetic forehead
And wear it on my real head

Everybody wants prosthetic
Foreheads on their real heads
Everybody wants prosthetic
Foreheads on their real heads

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the playhouse down
They want to stop the ones who want
Prosthetic foreheads on their heads
But everybody wants prosthetic
Foreheads on their real heads

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the foreheads down
They want to stop the ones who want
A rock to wind a string around
But everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string aroun

OK, favorite They might be giants?


MINIMUM WAGE, heeyaah (whip crack) /endsong

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zNoxjUUyec

You're a fan of 'My Dick' too?

The entire Flood album was pretty good.  The lady that lives with me gives me weird looks every time I put it on.

Louden Wainwright III had a couple....

Dead Skunk

The Man That Couldn't Cry


Also I always thought the lyrics to MASH were pretty odd.

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
To call Alice, when she was just small

When the men on the chessboard get up
And tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head, feed your head

Read more: Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit Lyrics | MetroLyrics

What do the fox say?
Cha cha cha chacha cha.

http://youtu.be/jofNR_WkoCE

Songwriters: ZEVON, WARREN WILLIAM/LINDELL, DAVID ERIC
Written By Warren Zevon & David Lindell c. 1976 Zevon Music/BMI

Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

Roland the Thompson gunner...

His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Norway's bravest son
Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun

Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner
Still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it

Yours is No Disgrace

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no disgrace.

Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are,
Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are,
Lost in summer, morning, winter, travel very far,
Lost in musing circumstances, that's just where you are.

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no,
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.

Death defying, mutilated armies scatter the earth,
Crawling out of dirty holes, their morals, their morals disappear.

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no,
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.

OK...go ask Alice is still pretty fucked up (grew up in the LATE 70's) but these Norwegian fuckers are pushing it...
Fish goes blub....

Anything from tom waits.

nirvana "smells like teen spirit"

I recall reading somewhere that Jon Anderson once said something to the effect that some of his lyrics didn't have real meanings; they were written, much as the melody was, to sound good.  Or something like that.  Maybe you know the actual quote.

 

my favorite lyrics are probably "big ol' johnson" from johnny_reno

honestly stumbled across it somehow before i realized he was a member here

can't imbed

Peter Gabriel had a lot of weird lyrics....

For weird lyrics just listen to pretty much any Monster Magnet song.

Monster Magnet - King Of Mars

You can rape the world and be creative now
You can kiss the right side of your brain

Oh, they can tell the tarots for the rest of us
And I can crown me Tarzan, king of Mars
Oh, they can tell the tarots for the rest of us
And I can crown me Tarzan, king of Mars

All the blazing suns
Suck up all the Gods and punks
It's enough to change your life
And you know I love to come

I can see beyond your dreams
I can see it on TV
Keep it all for me babe, all forever

You can rape the world and be creative now
You can kiss the right side of your brain, yeah

Oh, they can tell the tarots for the rest of us
And I can crown me Tarzan, king of Mars
Oh, they can tell the tarots for the rest of us
And I can crown me Tarzan, king of Mars

You can rape the world and be creative now
You can kiss the right side of your brain

Oh, they can tell the tarots for the rest of us
And I can crown me Tarzan, king of Mars
Oh, they can tell the tarots for the rest of us
And I can crown me Tarzan, king of Mars
Yeah

Yes, I like them little

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIqttbRlJUQ

Yes-Starship Trooper

The Doors--Peace Frog

HUGE Yes Fanatic here for over 40 years.

I gave-up trying to make heads or tails of Jon's lyrics years ago. (See: Tales From Topographic Oceans)
T Rabin wrote understandable stuff: "For some reason You're questioning why I always believed it gets better. One difference between You and I, Your Heart is inside Your Head."

My current Fa-Vor-Rite song of all time is "The Man You Always Wanted Me To Be" from Fly From Here, a Chris Squire tune. Those lyrics really hit home.





The Ol' Crew Chief

If thats our Johnny_Reno, I listened to several of his songs and they were pretty good. Also, he looks nothing like I pictured.

California by Delta Spirit

I want you to move to California for yourself
I want you to find whatever your heart needs
I want you to move to California for yourself
But not for me

I want you to go out there and find somebody else
I want him to treat you like I know he should
I want you to find somebody new for yourself
If not for me

All of the feelings that I know you've never felt
And all of the simple words you never said
I want you to keep them like a secret to yourself
They're not for me

I want you to wander silent past my outstretched arms
I want you to hide yourself from all I see
And though my heart will fight until its dying breath
You're not for me

I want you to move to California for yourself
I want you to find whatever your heart needs
I want you to move to California for yourself
But not for me

Not the whole song, but just a section:

Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think I can take it
'Cuz it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
oh noooooooo!

McArthur Park

Shady Lane by Pavement (favorite parts bolded)

Blind date with the chancer
We had oysters and dry lancers
When the check arrived we went dutch, dutch, dutch, dutch
A redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash
And this emory board is giving me a rash
Im flat out
Youre so beautiful to look at when you cry
Freeze, don't move
You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation
Of the sequel to your life.

A shady lane -- everybody wants one
A shady lane -- everybody needs one
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, over god
Its everybodys god, it's everybodys god, it's everybodys god, its
Everybodys god
The worlds collide, but all that we want is a shady lane

Glance, don't stare
Soon you're being told to recognize your heirs
No, not me -- Im an island of such great complexity
Stress surrounds in the muddy peaceful center of this town
Tell me off in the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys and the
Over-friendly concierge

A shady lane -- everybody wants one
A shady lane -- everybody needs one
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, oh her god
Its everybodys god, it's everybodys god, it's everybodys god, its
Everybodys god
The worlds collide, but all that I want is a shady lane.

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work

Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch!
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch!
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch!
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep bitch!

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My fovorite drinking song, Johnny Tarr

"Pour Some Sugar on Me" by Def Leppard. Even Joe Elliott doesn't know what a radar phone is.

I love this song

The Beatles were no slackers either.


"yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dogs eye.......

Merle Haggard - Okie from Muskogee

Favorite weird song from a legitimate group has got to be "Plexiglass Toilet" by Styx - Youtube

Keep in mind that Styx was a serious, progressive, hard rock band on the level of Led Zeppelin or Emerson, Lake & Palmer that wasn't usually involved with silly stuff or novelty songs.  But on their 1973 album "The Serpent is Rising" if you left the needle on side 1 after the last listed track "As Bad As This" - a monotonous, melancholy ballad that just seems to drone on and on forever - all of a sudden it launched into this weird, almost cartoonish "Plexiglass Toilet" song that in not listed on the album cover.  (Although there is a tiny blurb about the "Plexiglass Toilet Choir" buried in the liner notes if you bothered to read all the fine print.)

I'm not sure if they listed Plexiglass Toilet when the album was later released on CD, since I only have the original vinyl.  But I don't think that at the time this hidden track was very well known because "As Bad As This" was just so fucking depressing that most people just raised the needle and stopped listening when that song came on and only people who were too stoned to work their turntable's cue lever and just let the record play to the end by mistake ever discovered this little Easter Egg.


ETA Lyrics:

Don't sit on the Plexiglas toilet
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone
But don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah

A boy of 5 stands close to the toilet
Holds the lid up with one hand
Won't let go the lid for fear that
On his banana it will land
Don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah

Boy grows up he eats the enchilada
With the sauce that burns the heart
Family comes to visit family
Momma says don't belch and fart
And don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah

Don't sit on the Plexiglas toilet
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone
But don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah

Everybody Sing!

Don't sit on the Plexiglas toilet
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone
But don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah

Don't sit on the Plexiglas toilet
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone
But don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah