Hello,
The rock girlfriend and I will be seeing The Darkness in concert on Friday night. When he hits those high notes I can’t understand what he’s singing. I enjoy a concert more when I can sing along with the songs. For this blog I will be trying to figure out the lyrics to some of their harder to decipher songs. Where available I’ll be posting the lyric video.
1) “I Believe In A Thing”:
2) “Black Shuck”:
I had no idea what this song was about until seeing the lyrics below. The only words I knew pre-lyrics was the title. “Black Shuck”:
In a town in the east
The parishioners were visited upon
By a curious beast
And his eyes numbered but one and shone like the sun
And a glance beckoned the immediate loss
Of a cherished one
It was the coming of the
Black Shuck
(Black Shuck) Black Shuck
(Black Shuck) That dog don’t give a fuck
Black Shuck
(Black Shuck) Black Shuck
(Black Shuck) Black Shuck
(Black Shuck) That dog don’t give a fuck
Flames licked round the sacred spire
And the congregation’s last line of defence
Was engulfed in fire
As the flaming priest stepped into the firing line
On the business end there would be more to spare
God, he took his own life
During the coming of the
Black Shuck
(Black Shuck) Black Shuck
(Black Shuck) That dog don’t give a fuck
Black Shuck
(Black Shuck) Black Shuck
(Black Shuck) Black Shuck
(Black Shuck) That dog don’t give a fuck
A nimbus of blue light surrounds a crimson paw
As he takes another fatal swipe
At the Blytheburgh Church Door
3) “Get Your Hands Off My Woman”:
“Get Your Hands Off My Woman”:
You are drunk and you are surely
In Latino lover mode
We all know what’s on your agenda
We’ve broken the code
I’ve got no right to lay claim to her frame
She’s not my possession
You can’t
Get your hands off my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman, motherfucker
Octoped you’ve got six hands too many
And you can’t keep them to yourself
You’re too fat and too old to marry
So they left you on the shelf
I’ve got no right to lay claim to her frame
But you soiled my obsession
You
Get your hands off my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman, motherfucker
Ow!
4) Givin’ Up”:
“Givin’ Up”:
My mama wants to know
Where I’m spending all my dough
Honey, all she does is nag, nag, nag
But I won’t apologize
I’d inject into my eyes
If there was nowhere else to stick my skag
All I want is brown
And I’m going into town
Shooting up as soon as I’m back
My friends have got some good shit
All I want is some of it
Gimme, gimme, gimme that smack
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, I’ve ruined nearly all of my veins
Sticking that fucking shit into my arms
Yeah-yeah
[Verse 2]
Getting off my face
There’s a dragon I must chase
Honey, I’m the scourge of all mankind
And everyone but me
Is destined just to be
Slaves to the remorseless grind
[Pre-Chorus]
But I found myself an easy way out
Sticking that fucking shit into my arms
Into my arms
5) “Growing On Me”:
6) “Rock and Roll Party Cowboy”:
“Rock and Roll Party Cowboy”:
Leather jacket
No sleeves
Harley Davidson
Yes, please
Zippo lighter
Marlboro Reds
Jack Daniels
Big party!
Spiderweb
Tattoos
Sewn on patches
Lots of booze
Ponytail
Bandana
Snake bite
Big party!
I’m a rock and roll party cowboy
And I ain’t gonna read no Tolstoy
Huh-huh
Electric guitars
Bad boys
Hey, where the ladies at?
Bring the noise
Heavy metal
Hard rock
Soft rock
Big party!
I’m a rock and roll party cowboy
And I ain’t gonna read no Tolstoy
‘Cause I’m a rock and roll party cowboy
And I ain’t going to eat no bok choy
Loaded six-string on my back
Marshall stack
Double jack
Ripped jeans and aviators
Raise some hell (let’s raise some hell!)
See ya later!
Aa-aah, see ya later!
I destroy the things you enjoy
I’m a rock and roll party cowboy
With a pool, boy
In my employ
And I ain’t gonna read no Tolstoy
I destroy the things you enjoy
I’m a rock and roll party cowboy
With a pool, boy
In my employ
And I ain’t gonna read no Tolstoy
Yeah, we ain’t gonna read no
Ooh, ain’t gonna read no
Ain’t gonna read no
Ain’t gonna read no Tolstoy!
7) “Mortal Dread”:
“Mortal Dread”
I wake up so early
The sun has only just set
I wake up in a middle-aged body
To the toilet, I must get
I wake up with no purpose
No raison d’être
I wake up and the world is changing
I don’t feel any different yet
[Chorus]
Mortal dread
Until death comes, mortal dread crumbs
Mortal dread
Until death comes, mortal dread crumbs
Yeah
[Verse 2]
We wake up in these brackish waters
Neither here nor there
We wake up and drift into each other
Comin up’ for air
Wе wake up and every brеath is precious
Pulling each other down
We wake up, try to save each other
We wake up and then we drown
[Chorus]
Mortal dread
Until death comes, mortal dread crumbs
Mortal dread
Until death comes, mortal dread crumbs
Yeah
[Bridge]
I wake up and I just don’t matter
Shedding an invisible tear
I wake up to that dreaded spectre
As a younger man, I used to fear
Mortal dread
Until death comes, mortal dread crumbs
Mortal dread
Until death comes, mortal dread crumbs
[Chorus]
Mortal dread
Until death comes, mortal dread crumbs
Mortal dread
Until death comes, mortal dread crumbs
(Mortal dread) Yeah
Mortal dread
Until death comes, mortal dread crumbs
Yeah
8) “Love Is Only A Feeling”:
9) “Makin’ Out”:
“Makin’ Out”:
Yow!
Going steady, in a secluded spot
I’m leaving nothing to chance
‘Cause the pant is heavy, and the temperatures hot
I make it come in advance
Making out
Its getting better and better
Making out
The back seats gettin wetter
Making out
I think i’ll take off my sweater
Making out
Get me a book of french, my child(?)
G-g-get ready, cos ready or not
I am adopting the stance
And the pant is heavy, girl i like what you got
Why dont you ever stop to dance
Making out
Its getting better and better
Making out
The back seats gettin wetter
Making out
I think i’ll take off my sweater, oooh
Making out
Get me a book of french
Kiss
I’ve never had a torch shine as bright as the one i carry for you
Girl your feelings bad but you know i’m going to see this
Woo, i’m gonna see this thing through
Mama mama mama making out with you
Making out
Its getting better and better
Making out
The back seats gettin wetter
Making out
I think i’ll take off my sweater, oooh
Making out
Give me a book of french
Thats all, mama mama
Mama, its getting better and better
Technical
Cant take my eyes off you sweater
Give me more
The back seats gettin wetter
Aaaah
Making out
10) “Friday Night”:
11) “Holding My Own”:
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