Top 10 longest song lyrics in the world?
American Pie – Don McLean
Thick as a Brick – Jethro Tull
The Odyssey – Symphony X
Characters (no spaces) – 2,944
characters (with spaces) – 3,554
The Devil Glitch – Chris Butler
Characters (no spaces) – 36,752
characters (with spaces) – 46,352
Characters (no spaces) – 4,585
characters (with spaces) – 5,718
Apocalyptic Infinity – Spongebozz
There Was Only One Choice – Harry Chapin
Supper’s Ready – Genesis
Characters (no spaces) – 4,156
Characters (with spaces) -5,199
I Am – Theocracy
Empire of the Clouds – Iron Maiden
Black Prophecies – Dark Angel
What is the longest song lyric in the world?
Really don’t mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can’t make you think.
Your sperm’s in the gutter your love’s in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don’t know how it feels
To be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
As the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men don’t know how it feels
To be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel, is so far away
I’m a bad dream that I just had today and you
Shake your head and
Say it’s a shame.
Spin me back down the years
and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains
and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages, let them sing the song.
See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There’s a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We’ll take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.
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We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
(in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying: “How’s your granny?” and good old Ernie:
he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in
the ancient tribal hymn)
lie cradled in the seagull’s call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist’s fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun. Light the sun.
Do you believe in the day?
Do you? Believe in the day!
The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night
and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet’s sight.
Do you believe in the day?
Do you? Believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life
of your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie
in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red
while the fool toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead
as the sins of the father are fed
with the blood of the fools
and the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song
as the wise man breaks wind and is gone
while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose
and the nursery rhyme winds along.
So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour
or the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won’t your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won’t you? Join your local government.
We’ll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They’re all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual
OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields
and you make all your animal deals
and your wise men don’t know how it feels
to be thick as a brick. Sung by Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull one of the greatest bands ever.
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Royksopp “Circuit Breaker”
What is that vitalizing sound?
Calling me
In my head
Repeatedly
What is that visionary sight?
Before my eyes
So prominent
So mesmerizing turbulent
You’ve got a hold on me
Your ingenuity
Seems to be driving me down on my knees
The force you generate
You reinvigorate
Your body talks and overstates
Well, I’m already drawn
Close to the divine
Intoxicating images are rushing through my mind
Embodiment of sin
Has kindled me within
Sensations seems to multiply, they’re building up inside
Cutting through the night
Radiating light
I’ve seen you move the crowd
I know what you’re about
The stories I have heard
The talk about excess
I know what people say
But surely you impress
Charismatic pill
You elevated sun
Vanity and pride
added into one
A universal force
An autonomic high
A thing I can’t control
No matter how I try
What have you done to me?
This candid chemistry
Emotions running over me
And when you arch your back
Just with a stare like that
Well, it’s natural to interact
I’m not holding back
Ready to commence
Caught up in your blizzard so confusing and intense
Synergy of two
Energy gone wild
See the stars align to spell your name out in the sky
Never seen a sight
So fascinating right
A symmetry between
Dirty and pristine
Calling out so loud
Beautiful and true
Mystery about
Everything you do
Charismatic drug
You elevated sun
Vanity and pride
added into one
A universal force
An autonomic high
A thing I can’t control
No matter how I try
This electricity
Injected into me
Emotions running over me
And when you’re getting close
You touch my innermost
A feeling deep inside me knows
Wonders of delight
Cutting through the night
Know you’ve got it all
I can’t do without
Burning in my veins
Ripping through my soul
I’ll never be the same
A secret can’t be told
Charismatic pill
You elevated sun
Vanity and pride
added into one
A universal force
an autonomic high
a thing I can’t control
no matter how I try
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, MAGNETIST at Sorting ’em Out (2020-present)
I don’t know the name of this song; I don’t even know whether it has a name. But it BLOWS AWAY Marshall Mathers and anything he’s ever done. 1560 words? Hah! Try 30,000!!! And yeah, I’m listening to it now — I don’t know if I’ll keep listening for the whole HOUR AND A HALF, but, here ya go.