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A self-referential song is a song that refers directly to itself. A song must directly refer to itself, rather than just describe a song that could fit the current song. Songs in alphabetical order. 0–9 "I can't believe that I write this shit." I think that You should know That I forced this song. "Twelve reasons why Twelve reasons why I wrote this love song It's off the cuff I jotted down a shopping list of love Of love, of love, of love A reminder that there's nothing that can touch her." I was dreamin' when I wrote this Forgive me if it goes astray . . . I was dreamin' when I wrote this So sue me if I go too fast (see also "Deacon Blues" by Steely Dan, below) Ronnie was much more my style, she wrote songs just like this. . . . Amaranta, here's a kiss, I chose you to end this list. Hast du etwas zeit für mich singe ich ein Lied für dich von 99 Luftballons auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont. Denkst du vielleicht grad' an mich singe ich ein Lied für dich von 99 Luftballons und daß sowas von sowas kommt" translation "If you have some time for me then I'll sing a song for you of 99 balloons on their way to the horizon Perhaps you'll think of me and I'll sing a song for you of 99 balloons and that nothing begets nothing" literally: "and that something comes of something" A "Come on and gather 'round, ye chillin' To the gospel I'm a-spillin'…" "I am not afraid of repeating the last line. I am not afraid..." "This is the story of a girl…" "Put a dime in my jukebox, you'll only hear this song It won't be fun for long" "If we're adding to the noise Turn off this song" "This is the theme song of Jimmy Neutron." "This song is called 'Alice's Restaurant'; it's about Alice... and the restaurant... But 'Alice's Restaurant' is not the name of the restaurant, it's just the name of the song... That's why I call the song 'Alice's Restaurant'..." . . . "...Remember Alice? It's a song about Alice..." . . . "And the only reason I'm singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if you're in a situation like that, there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into the shrink wherever you are, just walk in, say 'Shrink... You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant.' And walk out..." "Every time I look into your sparkling eyes I see it all come true Now I'm writing you this song Because I love you so" "This song is good, don't ask me why, it's all the hype that your money can buy." "I almost wrote a song about you today but I tore it all up and I threw it away" "It's hard to know the meaning of this song..." "That's why I wrote this song..." "This is not a love song This is not a love song I don't sing my mother tongue No, this is not a love song" "This is the last song I'll send your way I smelled you on my shirt today" "Make a hole with a gun perpendicular To the name of this town in a desktop globe Exit wound in a foreign nation Showing the home of the one this was written for" I'm afraid that if I write this song, she might break my heart in two "Why must we sing this stupid song? It's getting really annoying. We apologize for its length. We are filled with shame." This is another boring b-side Another load of tat It has no redeeming features And we're really proud of that If the A-side makes a hit we don't care if this is missed 'Cos the sooner we get finished, the sooner we go home "Another song about the rain Coming down it burns through me Another song about the rain" "Well I know they've always told you Selfishness was wrong Yet it was for me, not you That I came to write this song" "This is my forty-fifth depressing tune" "Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub First thing I did was went to the pub" "Uh, heh heh, stop, Clef, can I rock, yo? Get out the bathroom, let me go again from the top Feel this composition, I wrote it in the tub First thing I did was went to the pub Tequila, worm, lemon, salt and no rocks 'Cause when it hits my chest, it gots to be hot Huh, stop, Clef can I rock?" You always asked why I had not Written you a verse or two Since that's the one thing I regret I dedicate this one to you Are you happy now? Are you? Shindell has said in interviews that when he first started performing this bitter, yet funny, song about a Halloween breakup, his friends would come up afterwards to ask him if he was all right, not realizing that it was fictional. "This is a song from under the floorboards This is a song from where the wall is cracked My force of habit, I am an insect I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact" "Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on" "This song will become the anthem of your underground" B "so don’t tell me what to write and don’t tell me that I’m wrong…… and don’t tell me not to reference my songs within my songs" "This is the ballad of Dorothy Parker" I try not to be like this but I thought it'd make a good song there's nothing to see, show's over people just move along I'm-a stop singing this song, because I'm high I'm singing this whole thing wrong, because I'm high And if I don't sell one copy, I'll know why, yeah yeah Cause I'm high, cause I'm high, cause I'm high I'm a great lyricist I can write words like this I like songs that always rhyme That's why I made this one rhyme Words this good don't write themselves That's why I wrote them myself When I was a little girl, My Dad left my Mom He used to always fart and sing this special song There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard, no song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart Oh Universal King My love for only you shall bring The Light of Truth Eternal upon The mysteries found in this song "'Cause life's been so hard and so long That's why I'm writing you this song" Then I held her in my arms And told her of her many charms And I kissed her while the fiddles played "Bonaparte's Retreat" I'm singing this borrowed tune I took from the Rolling Stones Alone in this empty room Too wasted to write my own this song goes out to girls that we haven't met just yet this song is for stupid girls who think that every boy is all about them Oh, none of us knew his checkout time would come so soon But before his brain stopped waving, he composed this tune: When the toast is burned, And all the milk has turned And cap'n crunch is wavin' farewell. When the big one finds you May this song remind you That they don't serve breakfast, in hell And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd 'cause these words are my diary screaming out loud, and I know that you'll use them however you want to I wrote a song once about her Called "The Brides Have Hit Glass" And if you don't like my melody I'll sing it in a major key I'll sing it very happily Now if everybody is on board I'll take it back to that minor chord And if I get killed for this rap I got a million in cash That says I will get you back in Hailie's name C "Please close your eyes and concentrate With every thought you think Upon the recitation we're about to sing Calling occupants of interplanetary craft" Even this lyric is a "white man's burden" Simply written by a worker bee "I remember that time when you told me, you said, 'Love is touching souls' Well surely you touched mine 'Cause part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time." "This is how I thought I'd start my song And it seems a little silly when I think of it But now I'm so far along" "Now I'm in the middle and I just don't know If I'll make it any further if the words don't flow" "This is the ending of my song. . . And if I should die tomorrow it will carry on" I know that there's something wrong with this song, I just don't know what it could be. "And right about then I should have asked if she knew, What the Chelsea charged if we got a room for two. But I didn't and I know I'm a schmuck, don't you doubt it, The only thing I did was write this stupid song about it. If I was Leonard Cohen or some other song-writing master, I'd know to first get the oral sex and then write the song after." Said in the the chorus. And so all things, time will mend. So this song will end. "I know what's wrong-- Chuck E's in love with the little girl who's singing this song Chuck E's in love with me" "Rhythm ga tsuranatte ("The rhythm flows together") This song kokoro ni hibiku yo" ("this song echoes in my mind") "This song sounds good for you and me" This bridge was written To make you feel smitten-er With my sad picture Of girl getting bitter-er... If you're listening to this song Everything is going wrong "Complete control, even over this song!" "My song’s totally cool no yesterday’s news Really hot okay, really not too gay I’m coming here to stay" "When you're feelin lonely, You know just what to do, Put on track eleven, Get on with the groove." "I don't care if it takes too long, I don't really care about this song." "I hate the DMCA It makes this song illegal" "Apprehension creeping like a tube-train up your spine Will the tightrope reach the end? Will the final couplet rhyme?" The final couplet is the only one that does not rhyme: "And suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range And Doctor Strange is always changing size" D "This is the night of the expanding man I take one last drag as I approach the stand I cried when I wrote this song Sue me if I play too long This brother is free I'll be what I want to be" "I have a way of seeing and it's nearly gone and nobody was listening so I wrote this song and when you know the chorus you can sing along you destroy the thing you love even though you know it's wrong" Daddy couldn't be all wrong (Not gonna let you slip away, I'm gonna be there) And my mama made me learn this song (You're gonna bring your love to me, I'm gonna get you) CHORUS The Deil's awa, the Deil's awa, The Deil's awa wi th' Exciseman! He's danc'd awa, he's danc'd awa, He's danc'd awa wi th' Exciseman! The Deil cam fiddlin thro the town, And danc'd awa wi th' Exciseman, And ilka wife cries: — "Auld Mahoun, I wish you luck o the prize man!" "We'll make our maut, and we'll brew our drink, We'll laugh, sing, and rejoice, man, And monie braw thanks to the meikle black Deil, That danc'd awa wi th' Exciseman." There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels, There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man, But the ae best dance e'er cam to the land Was The Deil's awa wi th' Exciseman. The desert song, calling, Its voice enthralling, Will make you mine. "Right on time. will you stay through the pouring rain? Right on time...through the night, your laughter is my light Right on time, desperation song" "I can't think of words to this music" "Every song has a you a you that the singer sings to and you're it this time. Baby, you're it this time." "When I’m standin’ in a line at the ATM When I’m stirrin’ my sugar in my café mocha blend When the radio is playin’ a song like this I float away suddenly dreamin’ of your kiss." "I want a song that gets attention This is the way it goes" "Do the Bearcat Mmmmmm, that's the name of this song" "I wrote this song 'cause I'd like to shake your hand Doin' the things that we want to In a way you guys are the best friends I ever had Doin' the things that we want to ..." "This song is for winning losers It's for lucky substance abusers" ¿Dónde están los ladrones, dónde está el asesino? quiza alla revolcandose en el patio del vecino ¿y qué pasa si son ellos? ¿y qué pasa si soy yo? ¿él que toca esta guitarra, o la que canta esta cancion? translation: Where are the thieves, where's the assassin? maybe snooping in the neighbor's backyard and what if it's them, and what if it's me? the one that plays this guitar, or the one that sings this song? "The words I'm singing now mean nothing more than meow to an animal" "Here is a little song I wrote You might want to sing it note for note Don't worry be happy " "He piloted this song in a plane like that one" "I'm tryin' to get some sleep, but these motel walls are cheap. Lincoln Duncan is my name, and here's my song. Here's my song." "I got that dust pneumony, pneumony in my lung, I got the dust pneumony, pneumony in my lung, An' I'm a-gonna sing this dust pneumony song. ... Now there ought to be some yodelin' in this song; Yeah, there ought to be some yodelin' in this song; But I can't yodel for the rattlin' in my lung." E "What am I singing? A song of seeds." "I wrote this in a Boston jail" "How stupid is it I can't talk about I gotta sing about it and make a record of (my heart)" "I walked out on the mesa And I stumbled on this song" "Only buy this if you're lonely Only listen if you're blue If you are married and you are happy This song is not to do with you" A story told from the point of view of a singer on a stage wanting to finish the song he's singing so he can meet a woman he's seen in the audience. The verses reference how far along the song is, e.g. the first verse ends with "But the song it was long / And I'd only begun," the second verse ends with "But the song it was long / And there was more to be sung," etc. At the end he finally finishes only to find that she has left -- "So I picked up my guitar / And began the next song." "I wrote these words For everyone who struggles in their youth" "And now this song is over now, and now this song is over now." F "All my life I've been singing them sad songs trying to get my message to you. But this is the only song I can sing and when I get to singing my message will be to you. It goes: Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa" "At this point, the boy who's listening to this song is probably saying it's easier said than done and it's true" "Second verse, the same as the first I forgot the words again . . . Take me to the bridge" "This is our music from a bachelor's den The sound of loneliness turned up to 10 A horror soundtrack from a stagnant waterbed And it sounds just like this" "...Here comes the coda." "These lyrics are so frivolous They really have no meaning but I wrote them for you..." "Dark eyes, dark hair, and looks that need a song." "I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song I just can't remember who to send it to" and on my easel I drew while I was thinking of you and on the roof of my head in came this five string serenade "I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, Drinking milk shakes cold and long, Smiling and waving and looking so fine, Don’t think you knew you were in this song…" "You were the best thing and the worst thing To ever happen to me all rolled up into one And it's taken me this long to write a song about you" "We only wanted to finish this record with the minimum amount of effort which we are doing very successfully..." "This track is dragging on...do you think it’ll ever end?" "Well help me help me sing this song I wanna stay living for much too long Now I wanna ride this big brass gong" "If you wonder how long I'll be faithful, Well, just listen to how this song ends…" A song that satirizes the pure power pop stylings of Fountains of Wayne by imagining a hotline for flailing songwriters. Explicit self-references include "Slightly distorted melodic solo!" "Try a wider interval!" and something about "these three chords". "And if you don't believe in me, we'll play this tune over again." "I Write This Alone On My Bed" "In this song I say fuck 93 times" "I'm not willing to spend anymore time on this song" "This is the song written for the train chase This is the chase, Rocky and Ken He tried to kill me with a forklift! Olé! (Fugitive Alien: The Musical from Star Force: Fugitive Alien II) "This is the song starting off our medley! Our favorite Fugitive Alien song! Don't try to kill us with a forklift! Won't take very long; Relax and sing along. . . . And that's our song! We hope that you enjoyed it. And if you thought that it was stupid and trite, Come on and kill us with a forklift! All we wanna do, with love from us to you, Is sing... the Fugitive Alien song!" "Will this song have a happy ending? Only the woman knows." G These songs are all about you And I'm tellin' everyone I'm doin' fine without you ... I deserve some credit Or at least an edit Take out the part that breaks my heart And makes me sound uncaring If you eliminate the swearing Then I could show my mother That you can go from one chord to another ... She's aware it's all been done before It's another song in this key Yeah but this one's about me "The sun come up while I wrote this song" "Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind. Georgia, Georgia, a song of you Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines." "Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying Play me a song to set me free Nobody writes them like they used to So it may as well be me" "I'm singing this note 'cause it fits in well With the chords I'm playing I can't pretend there's any meaning here Or in the things I'm saying" "Me, well I was staying I said 'Hey, what'd I do wrong?' When a voice from up above said 'You're the schmuck who wrote this song.'" "I don't have to tell you how much it sucks to be shot in the face So I guess I'll save some time by not even writing this song at all" "We're the Groovie Ghoulies yeah, yeah!" "G-R-O-O-V-I-E G-H-O-U-L-I-E!!" "In fact, she's probably listenin' to this station right now..."
"And so we dress to kid ourselves into thinking that we have nothing left" ... "So you think you can change the way things are? Well, give me the pen and I'll write the first sentence It won't be a thesis or a blank question It will be a song and will start out with 'and so we dress'" "So this final verse Is a contradiction And the more we learn The less we know We've been talking about a feeling We both know inside, but couldn't find the words I couldn't write this verse I've seldom been so sure About anything before And they're comin' to the chorus now... "I know by the time I finish this line I'mma hear this on the radio" "I'm too drunk to light the bong I'm to stoned to write the song" This is the part of the song That's really quiet We play very soft It sounds like a ballad And this is the part Where we play real hard It's much louder Than at the beginning And we go back To the quiet part Again If the whole song was this way It would be boring So we go back to playing loud It's like the first time But slightly louder This is usually the place Where it would be quiet again But we don't want it to be Too predictable Predictable Predictable last line And that's all I have to say about that.
H The entire song Intro - Spoken "Yo, I can't sing. I feel like singing." Verse 3 - Rapped "Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singing this song to my daughter." Outro - Spoken "I told you I can't sing. Oh well, I tried." "Well, it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the major lift" And when I have some words This is the way I'll sing Through a distortion box To make them menacing Yeah, then I'm gonna have to write a chorus We're gonna need to have a chorus And would seem to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face And for a second verse Of terse economy I'll brew another pot Of ambiguity Then I'm gonna have to write a chorus We're gonna need to have a chorus And this would seem to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face Yes, we're gonna need to have a chorus I'm gonna have to write a chorus And this would seem to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face Happy with what you have to be happy with you have to be happy with what you have ... Then I guess I'll repeat the chorus! We're gonna repeat the chorus! I guess I'll repeat the chorus! We're gonna repeat the chorus! Then I guess I'll repeat the chorus! We're gonna repeat the chorus! I guess I'll repeat the chorus! We're gonna repeat the chorus! "This is a hate song just meant for you I thought that I'd write it down while I still could I hope when you hear this you'll want to sue" "Let me tell you that this song’s useful Yes this song’s useful when you’re really drunk! And you gotta learn the difference ‘tween I love ya The difference ‘tween I love ya and whatever" Verse 1 "I was walking along some downtown avenue I was singing a new song to myself it went it went something like this one but I just couldn't get it to end I was talking about this song to a friend of mine and she sang me a new song of her own." Final Verse "I was walking along some downtown avenue I was sharing the sidewalk with my friend we were singing this song together (and it sounded so good) we said we said "let's sing it again!" (and it had no end)..." "but heart songs are still on my mind there's never the time to write down these lines"; "I love the babes, don't get me wrong. Hey, that's why I wrote this song!" "Her arms are wicked and her legs are long When she moves my brain screams out this song" "I said I played this song so many times before That the melody keeps repeating. Growing new ideas, flowing chords and notes, Like a mountain river bleeding." "Because they haven't played this song on the air Not that anyone but me even cared" "Hey there Delilah, don't you worry about the distance I'm right there if you get lonely, give this song another listen" "That was a decent solo. Too bad it's in this song." "Some people think the title of this song is irrelevant — but it's not irrelephant, it's a hippopotamus." . . . "The hippopotamus was no ignoramus And sang her this sweet serenade..." "Hit, who's calling this a Hit, well I deserve a Hit, calling this a Hit, I don't deserve it." "Not you the one behind ya girl" I done spit 2 verses tryin' to find ya girl." "This sad song stays on my mind…" "I'm sorry I wrote this song for you If it makes you feel bad I didn't mean it to..." "Expecting everyone to bow and kiss your feet, Don't you see respect is not a one way street? Blaming everyone for all that you've done wrong, I'll get my peace of mind when you hear this song." "There is something amiss, I am being insincere. In fact I don't mean any of this, still my confession draws you near. To confuse the issue I'll refer to familiar heroes of long ago; No matter how much Peter loved her, what made the Pan refuse to grow Is that the Hook brings you back." "This is a verse consisting of words to get the song started; Throw in a little love and someone broken-hearted. This part coming up is what you're waiting for: The line that's got to bring you to the record store. We'll beat this hook line over and over until you've got it memorized." "Hey, it's on. Everybody knows this song." later in the song: "If I say fuck, two more times, That's forty-six fucks in this fucked-up rhyme." I "Man, I can't, I shan't, formulate an anthem Where the words comprise mnemonics, Dreaded mnemonics, for pi." And I believe that if I'm crying while I write these words Is it absurd or am I being real? . . . I believe that if you're bristling while you hear this song I could be wrong, or have I hit a nerve? "I bet they won't play this song on the radio I bet you they won't play this new bleep song It's not that it's buzz or beep beep controversial Just that the dinging words are awfully strong" "That was a good drum break" "I hate working around the house I hate mowing the lawn I hate doing my homework I even hate this song" "By the way this girl was sexy and she wouldn't touch you. That may not be true but I said it so you'd feel involved with the song" "Now you're probably wondering by now Just what this song is all about What's probably got you baffled more Is what this thing here is for. It's nothing It's something I learned over in England." "so the radio plays 'I Think I Need a New Heart' just for you" "Ja, dat is dus een slechte compositie, slecht arrangement, slechte productie, slecht gezongen, slechte tekst, slecht gespeeld, dus dat zal wel weer een hit worden, maar dat is logisch." (translation: "Well, so that is a bad composition, bad arrangement, bad production, badly sung, bad lyrics, badly played, so I guess that will be hit, but that is logical.") "I love my baby so But he's not here no more Hard for me to understand So I wrote him this song Couldn't look him in his eyes Knew I couldn't change his mind So I wrote this melody And I'm singing sweet goodbye" "How did I ever let you slip away Never knowing that I'll be singing this song someday" "Every time I tried to tell you The words just came out wrong So I'll have to say I love you in a song" (Xander) "She clings, she's needy She's also really greedy She never --" (Anya) "His eyes are beady!" (Xander) "This is my verse! Hello?!" "Second verse, same as the first" (Improvised; not part of the original music hall song by Fred Murray and R. P. Weston) "I'm so worried about Whether people like this song." "I'm too sexy for this song." "It's the middle of the song..." "Still I pray to God This song will end happily." A secret all along, unless I've got this wrong unless she hears this song unless she hears it on a tape inside her car with her new husband and she turns to him and says "I think that's me" In the garage Where I belong No one hears me sing this song "Standin' on a corner in Winslow, Arizona And I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song" "You could say this was an independent love song ... You might say this another boring love song" "Like the words here in this song We'll go on and on and on with our love" "I designed this rhyme To explain in due time" "My tragic tale I won't prolong, And if you do not enjoy my song, You've yourselves to blame if it's too long, You should never have let me begin, begin, You should never have let me begin." "Gotta write a hit I think this is it It's a hit And if it's not Then it's a holiday for a hanging" "And if I play the same three chords, Will you just yawn and say It's all been done" "This is the theme to Garry's show, The theme to Garry's show, Garry called me up and asked if I would write his theme song. I'm almost halfway finished, How do you like it so far? How do you like the theme to Garry's show?" "This ain’t a song for the broken-hearted" J "Little ditty, about Jack and Diane." "I'm coming over and I wont be long, Just let me finish writing this song" "This is the song that I'm going to be singing to you which is called 'Jesus is the answer'" "All's quiet, except for this song. " "Judy, you're just trying to find and keep the dream of horses And the song she wrote was 'Judy and the Dream of Horses'" ... "If you're ever feeling blue Then write another song about your dream of horses Write a song about your dream of horses Call it 'Judy and the Dream of Horses'" "Second verse, same as the first. . . . Third verse, different from the first." "And I'm wondering who could be writing this song" | The Jug of Punch | | Bein' on the twenty-third of June, | As I sat weaving all at my loom, | Bein' on the twenty-third of June, | As I sat weaving all at my loom, | I heard a thrush, singing on yon bush, | And the song she sang was The Jug of Punch. | | What more pleasure can a boy desire, | Than sitting down beside the fire? | What more pleasure can a boy desire, | Than sitting down beside the fire? | And in his hand a jug of punch, | And on his knee a tidy wench. | | When I am dead and left in my mould, | At my head and feet place a flowing bowl, | When I am dead and left in my mould, | At my head and feet place a flowing bowl, | And every young man that passes by, | He can have a drink and remember I. "Yeah, this album is dedicated" "This song ... is called Justice Is Might okay it's about ... sonic life ... that's right ... this song is called Justice is Might" "Another Damn song, Just another damn song" "Ah, remember this? Why, I must have been thirteen when this came out! Or was it fourteen? Or was it twenty-two? I could have been twelve actually." ... "There are two basses in this. I hope you all appreciate that." K "This is a public service announcement... ...with guitar!" "Isn't that what you said? what you thought this song meant?" "This is our song of exultant joy" L "This is the last gay song that I will ever write Oh it's the last gay song that I will ever It's the last gay song that I will ever write Oh it's a good thing It's almost over But when the chorus is in Oh when the chorus is in You know, you know, you know, you know I'm gonna fuck it up And when the chorus is in Oh when the chorus is in Ha ha ha ha" "Now all my love is out It's just for you It's not a love song It's the last song for you" "It's the last song I'll ever write for you It's the last time that I'll tell you Just how much I really care This is the last song I'll ever sing for you You'll come looking for the light And it won't be there" . . . "So I'll write you one more song But it's the last time that I'll ever try" "This is the last song that I will dedicate to you" "This may be the last thing that I write for long Can you hear me smiling when I sing this song? For you and only you" . . . "This is the last song" "This won't be the first time I ever wrote a song without you But this will be the last time I ever write about you" "This song, your song, is the last song I'll ever do" "This is the last song This is the last song I'll sing for you This is the last song This is the last song I can give you" "I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long. Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown..." "Sing a song for the wrong and the wicked and the strong and the sick as thick as thieves..." "Yo, Pep, I don't think they're gonna play this on the radio" "Live a life less ordinary Live a life extraordinary with me If I could name you in this song Would it make you smile and sing along? This is the goal: to get into your soul" We got to let the music play What the people need Is a way to make ’em smile It ain’t so hard to do if you know how Gotta get a message Get it on through "They're pretty good musicians But it don't make no difference If they're good musicians Because anybody who would buy this record Doesn't give a fuck if there's good musicians on it Because this is a stupid song and that's the way I like it." "Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong what’cha gonna do to get into another one of these rock ’n’ roll songs?" "This is for all the lonely people Thinking that life has passed them by Don’t give up until you drink from the silver cup And ride that highway in the sky" "Our time has come And we must overcome at last... As we symbolically stick their fucking foot up their fucking ass... GUITAR!" "I don't believe these words I'm singing…" "Lost in this world I even get lost in this song" "Now this here's a story about an escaped convict called long-gone lost John It's got a nice chorus so...if anybody wanna join in: hear the way it goes..." . . . "If anybody asks you who sung the song, tell 'em Lonnie Donegan been here and gone" "That is why we sing this song, and why there is a band called Gong" "Contrary to popular belief, this is not a love song" "I'm gone, but I just want you to know (Love song) This is not a love song that I want to sing" "Just for you here's a Love Song Just for you here's a Love Song And it makes me glad to say it's been a lovely day And it's OK" M "This is the story of Ma Baker, the meanest cat from ol' Chicago town" "Chorus:" (just before first chorus) "We talked until the moon came up About how life without love Isn't worth very much Then I played this song" "You know I'd like to get to know you but I ain't got the time, and I'm I'm findin' it harder and harder to make this damn thing rhyme" "This song sounds like fifteen you've heard before It's Medio-Core" "And can't the band play on Just listen, they play my song" "Until hell freezes over, Maybe you can wait that long But I don’t think Ronnie Milsap’s gonna ever record this song" "Merciful God, this is a prayer…" "If there's one point we'd like to make With this festive holiday song, It's that Christmas comes just once a year, So for a few days, for crying out loud, Can we all just get along?!" "Here comes another song about Mexico I just can't help myself . . . Here comes the same old verse about Mexico We just can't help ourselves" "In case you're wondering we're singing about growing up..." "This is the first song for your mix tape and it's short just like your temper" "Song's not over yet" "I'm writing desperate songs while you're fast asleep inside" "Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb? Mother, do you think they'll like this song?" "Have you ever heard the words I'm singing in these songs?" This was supposed to be my first single But I just fucked that off so Fuck it lets all have fun, lets mingle I realize it's no one's fault Ultimately I'm still a stranger Even when I dream the same dream swarming in the light I just feel uncomfortable (There are more through-out the song) "She didn't have to leave me She didn't have to run She didn't have to go without a word to anyone I hope she's doing alright I got no way to know Unless she gets to hear this song Hear it on the radio" "This, this is our new song Just like the last one A total waste of time My iron lung" Now you're clean And so discreet I won't say a word But most of all this song is true Case you haven't heard The words of this song describe how he plays it, naming the chords, runs, etc. Apparently it started as an exercise he would play before concerts, and then made up words to go with it. N "Oh Natasha, all I can do Is write a song for you" "Never ask us to play this song, or that song about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie." "I was 21 years when I wrote this song I'm 22 now but I won't be for long" "We all want to embarrass you That's why we're singing this song" "I've been waiting for so long To come here now and sing this song ... This is a song to all my friends" "This isn't the last song There's no violin The choir is quiet And no-one takes a spin This is the next to last song And that's all" "I wrote about you baby in this song ‘Cause I want to get next to you" "Your hair is soft, your skin's snow white Like a clouded day, like the stars at night Your eyes are blue like the sky in June My love is true that's why I wrote this song for you All I ever wanted was to see your face again" "So I woke up in the morning, With an idea for a song, And I knew that this would come out, And I knew it wouldn't be long" "This is a rap song in which no lyrics contain that fifth capital" I would have made this instrumental But the words got in the way No Bad Religion song can make your life complete I can't listen to the quiet So I'll hum this mindless tune I stole from some dumb country rock star And I don't even know his name The nothin' song sticks to your mouth Like peanut butter on the brain Nothin' ever stays the same Who should be sleeping but's writing this song Wishing and hoping he weren't so damned wrong This is the Number One Song in Heaven Written, of course, by the mightiest hand. "There's only two songs in me, and I just wrote the third Don't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words Spent my whole life just diggin' up my music's shallow grave For the two songs in me and third one I just made" "Another stupid stoner song" "No one will ever write a song called Nitro Burning Funny Cars" O "Please, please, explain to me, how this all has come to be, we forgot to mention something here." "There's a band playing on the radio with a rhythm of rhyming guitars. They're playing Oh Yeah on the radio. And so it came to be our song" "I hope this song starts a craze The kind of song that ignites the airwaves The kind of song that makes people glad To be where they are, with whoever they're there with ... Every line is about who I don't wanna write about any more" "Well I'm singing this song, cause it's time it was sung I've been putting it off for a while" I'll start this off without any words ... One more special message to go And then I'm done then I can go home I woke up and I drove to work on the wrong side of the road And what the hell would I do? I must admit, I didn't know And Andrew came along, y'all, to add a couple of lines or so I've got one I finished yesterday, and I've got 3.6 to go One down and 3.6 tomorrow, and I'm out of here One down and 3.6 tomorrow, and I'm out of here People tell me, "Ben, just make up junk and turn it in" But I never was all right with turning in a bunch of shit I don't like wasting time with music that won't make me proud But now I've found a reason to sit right down and shit some out One down and 3.6 tomorrow, and I'm out of here One down and 3.6 tomorrow, and I'm out of here "I love you more than any man has loved before I love you more than all the stars up in the sky I think that we should settle down and live happily forever after" What do you think of that? I'm really not complaining, I realize it's just a job And I hate hearing belly-aching rock stars whine and sob 'Cause I could be bussing tables, I could well be pumping gas But I get paid much finer for playing piano and kissing ass This is one I wrote just and hour ago, and 3.6 at last One down and 3.6 tomorrow, and I'm out of here One down and 3.6 tomorrow, and I'm out of here One down and 3.6 One down and 3.6 tomorrow, and I'm out of here This one goes out to the one I love This one goes out to the one I've left behind A simple prop to occupy my time This one goes out to the one I love "People will know when they see this show The kind of a guy I am" Just one more chance I know I was wrong Don't give up so easily Don't you know it's killing me? Just one more chance, to sing this song I'll never let you down, no Just one more chance "This is just a little samba, built upon a single note" This is not some Bible like on the road It's just a song about coming home When you're listening to this song You might think that the chords are going wrong But they're not He just wrote it like that When Mr. Oogie Boogie says There's trouble close at hand You'd better pay attention now 'Cause I'm the Boogie Man And if you aren't shakin' There's something very wrong 'Cause this may be the last time You hear the boogie song, ohhh "My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road This is an open road song" P "And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others, This song is for you my brother" "Don't stone the martyr It'll only make him strong He's a stone's throw from the masochist And an arm's length from this song" "Early mornin' sunrise come and pull the song from me So I can turn away and rest my tired eyes I can't escape the haunting of a lonely melody It runs around and `round without a compromise So where you gonna go, what you gonna do You know I can't say no, can't say good-bye to you I can't stop the flow 'till you've decided to" (The entire song is about itself) (Wheeler couldn't fall asleep until she wrote this song) Won’t you play some simple melody? Like my mother sang to me. One with a good old fashioned harmony. Play some simple melody. Do me a favor, would you sing this to me slow? Cause I'm thinking it's my song Please don't release this song Just 'cos I'm dead and gone You know I wasn't satisfied with it If I'd meant it to be heard I'd have finished off the words Instead of da-da-da-da-da this bit "We wrote this song, it's not too short, it's not too long It's got backup vocals in just the right places It's got a few oohs and ahhs And it takes a little pause Just before I sing the anthem Please play this song on the radio Almost every line is sung on time Almost every verse ends in a rhyme The only problem we had was writing enough words But that's okay, because the chorus is Coming up again now Please play this song on the radio Please play this song on the radio ... (silent pause)... Right about this time, Some shithead will be drawing a fat fucking line Over the title on the back sleeve. What an asshole! So Mr. DJ I hope you've already made your segue Or the FCC is gonna Take a shit right on your head. You can't play this song on the radio You can't play this song on the radio" "This song is a poem to myself It helps me to live" "Third verse, same as the first" "I could be right I could be wrong I feel nice when I sing this song" "There are so many fuckin' robots out there and this is just a punk rock song" Q "en esta frase sólo pido tu perdón por qué no escribo algo mejor" (Translation: "In this line, I'm asking you to forgive me For not writing something better") R "This won't be played on your radio tonight" "I got the pen in my hand, I can do what I want I'm a bright new young talent on the rise So get your ass up that tree or I swear you ain't Gonna get out of my folksong alive." "Here I go again Seems I'm back to rambling words I know of you again When I think that I've got something new to say I remember it's the same thing I said yesterday . . . " "Nothing to hold on to We'll use this song to lead you on And break the truth with more bad news. . ." "Won't you help me sing, this song of freedom" "So I went to the park, took some paper along And that's where I made this song." "W is for Walter Pidgeon whose Mr. Griffiths in How Green was My Valley I may have started to sound like during this song" "Whatever happens If we're still speaking Pick up the phone Play me this song." |