Not only is Running Up That Hill an epic song, but i am sure not many of you know that Kate Bush wrote it after pondering what it would feel like if she was having sex with a guy and just as he was about to blow his load she could switch places with him and could experience what it felt like for him to blow a massive load deep in her pussy.

At the same time the man would switch places with her and experience cumming as a woman.

The song is about her wanting to make a deal with God to let her swap places with a man and feel what it is like to destroy her own pussy with a massive cock.

Mike Oldfield's Moonlight Shadow is a misunderstood modern classic.

Many people think that the song is about the murder of John Lennon when in fact it is actually inspired by a movie of a guy trying to contact the dead Harry Houdini with a ouija board.

The 1990's classic Come Baby Come by K7 is often thought of as a song about a guy who likes having sex.

It is really about the fact that his girlfriends boyfriends have all been white up until now and for the first time she is experiencing getting destroyed by a big black cawk.

The song is basically about black power, interracial sex and dominating white women with black cocks.

Notice that all of the women in the video are black except his girlfriend in the bedroom who is white.

Also take note of the black women with the 'black' dog who is licking the tip of the white ice cream to signify the white male, but then a second later the black guy is between her legs.

At the end of the song we realise the whole thing was a ruse, and the song is in fact about this guy who whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said 'Fresh' and had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare, But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel Air

Mf grim scars and memorieshttps://youtu.be/KW260-jrgPou can feel his pain srs. It's about how he got paralyzed and lost his brother

GOAT songs about staying resilient while trying to make it"




I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home
And my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know

Lie-la-lie...

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Lie-la-lie...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains

This song is creepy as fuk. It's about a real person who ascended a clock tower and dropped a ton of people with a sniper rifle. This song is haunting and sets the tone perfect. The narrative of the gunmen. The reactions in the media of people describing the killer. The twisted perception of the killer.



These lyrics are fuked up.

It is an early Monday morning.
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
No one is watching as he comes a walking.
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands.

He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus.
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs.
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing,
The sound of the silence when no one was there.

I didn't really know him.
He was kind of strange.
Always sort of sat there.
He never seemed to change.

He reached the catwalk. He put done his burden.
The four sided clock began to chime.
Seven AM, the day is beginning.
So much to do and so little time.

He looks at the city where no one had known him.
He looks at the sky where no one looks down.
He looks at his life and what it has shown him.
He looks for his shadow it cannot be found.

He was such a moody child, very hard to touch.
Even as a baby he never smiled too much. No no.No no.

You bug me, she said.
Your ugly, she said.
Please hug me, I said.
But she just sat there
With the same flat stare
That she saves for me alone
When I'm home.
When I'm home.
Take me home.

He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun,
He stacked up the cartridges along the wall.
He knew he would need them for his conversation.
If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all.

He said Listen you people I've got a question
You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow.
I found a way that will get me an answer.
Been waiting to ask you 'till now.
Right now !

Am I?
I am a lover whose never been kissed.
Am I?
I am a fighter whose not made a fist.
Am I?
If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed.
How do I know I exist?
Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to me?
Am I?

The first words he spoke took the town by surprise.
One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye.
It blew her through the window wedged her against the door.
Reality poured from her face, staining the floor.

He was kind of creepy,
Sort of a dunce.
I met him at the corner bar.
I only dated the poor boy once,
That's all. Just once, that was all.

Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car.
Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far.
The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades.
He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle.
In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed.

He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise.
Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy.
Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls,
Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls.

Thirty-seven people got his message so far.
Yes, he was reaching them right were they are.

They set up an assault team. They asked for volunteers.
They had to go and get him, that much was clear.
And the word spread about him on the radios and TV's.
In appropriately sober tone they asked "Who can it be?"

He was a very dull boy, very taciturn.
Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn.
No no.No no.

They're coming to get me, they don't want to let me
Stay in the bright light too long.
It's getting on noon now, it's goin to be soon now.
But oh, what a wonderful sound!

Mama, won't you nurse me?
Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness.
Mama, it's getting worse for me.
Won't you please make me warm and mindless?

Mama, yes you have cursed me.
I never will forgive you for your blindness.
I hate you!

The wires are all humming for me.
And I can hear them coming for me.
Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear.
Not any more though they've blasted the door.

As the copter dropped the gas he shouted "Who cares?" .
They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs.
As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun,
With their final fusillade his answer had come.

Am I?
There is no way that you can hide me.
Am ?
Though you have put your fire inside me.
Am I ?
You've given me my answer can't you see?
I was!
I am!
And now I will be
I will be

very few ppl know this song, or band... from the 90s i think.. got lost in the grunge shuffle.. im into music tho..all kinds.. heres the lyrics

Song is Tree
Band is Pond

Mama, Mama, I have fell
Slipped into the wishing well
Paid my price, I'm now in hell
Bent your rope; it seems that I've fallen

Look at the stars that cover day
All the light has turned to grey
I'd better stop or lose my way
Tuck me in and read a story

Seen the white man's every vine
Death and what we leave behind
It's a life of the daily grind
Forget what all our hopes and dreams are

Papa, Papa, please help me
I have swam too far to sea
The water's deep the waves are high
Hold out your arms, I think that I'm drowning

I have climbed on the highest limb
Looked at what's above, within
Separated good from sin
Seems I'm on the last tree standing

Growing, sleeping, eat, and die
All the while I wonder why
When we go will someone cry?
Remember us when we're six feet under?

Rest your hand on my aching head
Have this feeling the limb is dead
Is it something I am or something I said?
Come in the black car, come and collect me

Mama, Mama, I have fell
Slipped into the wishing well
Paid my price, I'm now in hell
Bent your rope; it seems that I've fallen

I have climbed on the highest limb
Looked at what's above, within
Separated good from sin
Seems I'm on the last tree standing

The last tree standing
The last tree standing
The last tree standing

chokes me up everytime

Not really a deep song but it always makes me think about how many great artists probably go through life unknown and/or unappreciated for what they have to offer.

A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So

[Chorus]
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'

[Chorus]
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Now, for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But, that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me

Oh and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned

And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'

[Chorus]
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast

It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singin'

[Chorus]
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again

So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin'

[Chorus]
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing

[Chorus]
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

They were singing
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die

I can say in confidence this is my specialty. Listen to all these tracks I hand picked them all for you guys.

Joe budden is my favorite he is very deep within and then the.

Under achievers are always speaking the truth.

I do like some new stuff but am very picky

Who ever posted immortal technique I am a fan. But with this day and age rappers are getting a lot better articulating the same truth a lot smoother.

Have more if you guys like it

fixed

Makes it even deeper knowing that the guy who wrote it (guitarist Doug Hopkins) was kicked out of the band for alcoholism and killed himself shortly later

**** 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat' is kinda deep.

Adaptation - The Weeknd

When the sun goes up, you're searching for a love
So your heart won't lead you to anyone
When the sun goes down, I know what you become
You become awake, unlike the rest of us

I lay my head on a thousand beds
It's been a test to see how far a man, can go without himself
I think I lost the only piece that held it all in place
Now my madness is the only love I let myself embrace
I could've stayed

But I chose the lie
I chose the life
Then I realized
She might have been the one
I let it go
For a little fun
I made a trade
Gave away our days
For a little fame
Now I'll never see your face
But it's okay I adapted anyway

Adapted to these models
Whose adapted to the bottle
They take it down like water
Just to burn away their sorrows
I'll stay up till tomorrow
Just to tear down all their morals
And all is fair in love and war, she's pure

So pure,
Like the love that's so uncut and raw and clean
So clean,
As opposed to what I offered because I chose a lie
I chose the lie
Then I realized
She might have been the one
I've let it go
For a little fun
Oh

I've made a trade
Gave away our days
For a little fame
Now I'll never see your face
But it's okay I adapted anyway

Srs. Think long and hard bros.