Fuck you, fuck you, love you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing in you
And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so good
That you just let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Damien & Lisa at Abbey Road

"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

Oh it's a lonely life in my empty bed
And it's a quiet life that leaks from my head
These are the last rites
The line is dead

Yes, I'm hearing voices too
And I'm more cut up than you"

Though it needs the musical accompliment to give the full effect.

"Ænima" by Tool, a great prog-metal band.

"Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your corrage.

It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this

stupid shit.. silly shit.. stupid shit

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.

Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down."

New Order's Your Silent Face: "You caught me at a bad time, so why don't you piss off"

Elvis Costello's I Want You: Amazing, you so wouldn't want to be the subject of a Costello mauling.

Marianne Faithfull's Why Did You Do It: a fair bit of c word

Grace Jones/ Pretenders' Private Life: "Johnny Marr with your theatrics, your acting's a drag"

Freda Payne's Band Of Gold: Isn't this supposed to be about marrying a man and discovering he's into men?

Dinosaur Jr's Don't: Chiefly a lot of shouting of the line 'Why don't you like me?' sung by the chap who nobody liked in the band. I could be wrong.

Suede's Suede: practically a concept album about Bert being dumped by Justine for Damon. Unpleasantness in unnatural fibres.

.. in keeping with the house style, this is neither Idiot Wind nor Positively 4th Street, but Richard Thompson's withering Put it There Pal

who regaled Word readers a few years ago with the tale of how he was picked up by the police while careering round Swindon in the small hours one Christmas night, roaring drunk, dressed in a Santa suit, having rather soured things back at home by calling his mother a “cunt” in a drunken tirade?
I like XTC and Andy Partridge. But as someone who lives a life that is reasonably respectable, humdrum, middle-class, suburban etc. I resent the idea that people like me are always “hypocrites”.

“The whole song is an excellent condemnation of middle class aspiration and hypocrisy.” No, it isn’t. It‘s a load of chippy bollock from someone who comes from a fairly “middle class” background himself, as do most of his audience.
Don’t go to church myself, but plenty of my neighbours do. And they’re not the type to chuck up over my garden fence.

Spleen vented? There’s mine.

'In The Air Tonight'

My favourite Roy Harper rant has to be "The Spirit Lives", from the wonderful "HQ" album:

"Where once were men are now but sheep
-a fiction and far cry
From planet earth's proud animal
-who would be you and I.
Alas, our forebears drank the cup of poisoned alibi
And made excuses far and wide,
and made God in the sky.

This boogaloo's now round the world
-bad trips for everyone.
No more the man of paradise
or the Celt of Albion.
They queue like burning moths to spread the all-time vicious lie.
You christians destroyed our tribe
-I'll fight you till I die.

And you can cut me down for what I said
But goodness lives where God is dead.

The history of religion is the history of the State
Incestuous exploiters of a catalogue of hate.
The man of peace was over-run by armies of the "Lord"
Who signed their names to any war
and sang to praise the sword.

The mission heads for outer space
the voices ring and swell
With aeons of self-righteousness
the senseless echoes knell

The words get much more meaningless
-even plainer to tell
That those who would pronounce this God
are those who make this hell.

And you can cut me down for what I said
But goodness lives where God is dead.

LOVE IS THE great triumph over christianity.
She made a fool of silly priests. She mocked authority.
She filled her bed with happiness.She gripped his loins for joy
And felt ecstatic agonies and screamed the sweetest cry.
Her children are the legacy of failure to be chained
An everasting mutiny of flowers where it rained.
They rise out of oppression
They speak with one accord.
The fountains breath- the spirit lives-
The future rests assured.

And to say that God is dead presupposes that
he was at some time alive.
Ooooo what a young fool I am."

to say you are my friend.

I love this one, I "get" every word, it just rings true.
It's called "The Way I Am"

It's so long that I edited the beginning middle and end.

....at least have the decency in you
to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter
to not come and speak to me (speak to me)..
I don't know you and no,
I don't owe you a mo-therf**k-in thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air
I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you (of all you)..
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

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when you don't give a f**k, when you won't just put up
with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of sh*t too
When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school
and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America, now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty
havin this happenin (this happenin)..
then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
to burn and it's burnin and I have returned

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And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)..
to deal with these cocky caucasians who think
I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk
with an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin
the same f**kin questions (f**kin questions)..
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how
'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out
cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it
I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I get
But I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroom
without someone standin by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole I'm glad

Perhaps the most honest lyric Albini ever penned....

by Kelis:

Packs Of Three

It was the biggest ever cock you’d ever seen, but you’ve no idea where that cock has been.
You said you were careful - you never were with me.
I heard you did it four times - jonnies come in packs of three.

She was the best shag I’d ever had.
That doesn’t mean I’m saying, bedwise, you were bad.
I think you were working, we got a hotel.
We didn’t have anything but I thought I might as well.

I never told the rest.
I was drunk and I told you I was thinking about a test.
You know I just said it for effect.
Then you laughed and said I’d fuck anything in a skirt once I’m erect.

And she’s a famous harlot in this town.
I know enough to, but still I couldn’t turn her down.
He said I’m an arsehole, what was I thinking?
It’s far too easy to blame it on the drinking.

Tramp The Dirt Down always gives me a shiver:

I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child's
face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
coming down on that child's lips
Well I hope I don't die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to save
Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live
long enough to savour
That's when they finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the whore of the world
Margeret [sic] was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't
haunted by every tiny detail
'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
all she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son
And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say "Thank you" straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame

Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord
your soul to keep
I think I'll be going before we fold our arms
and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life
could be so cheap
'Cos when they finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the
dirt down

It's as eloquent a political treatise from the heart as your likely to hear.

Elvis again in hateful mode...against the woman who shall never be deemed cool!! I wonder whether Mr Costello has changed his anti-Thatcher views these days?? Mmmmmmm!

oops you beat me to it, mr legg!!!

Talks bitterly of a fading love:

"It's just as flimsy as the tired clothes that adorn you
As insipid as the moonlight dripping on you
Let's let it wither on the vine, don't make me scorn you
In that cruel, cruel dance"

and

"Don't try to win me back by asking for a last kiss
To tell the truth I didn't really want the first"

That oughta do it!

...John Lennon's vitriolic 'How Do You Sleep' springs to mind. Later on, he claimed that it was about himself but that 'the only thing you did was Yesterday' line gives the game away, I think. Alan White also claimed that John told everyone at the sessions that the song was about Paul. 'Working Class Hero' and 'God' are similarly unflinching (albeit not about Paul).

However, far from his cutesy pie image, Paul McCartney has also let rip a fair few times. See the brilliant 'Too Many People' (definitely about John and Yoko, he even said so!) or more recently, 'Riding To Vanity Fair'. Digging deeper, there's also that track 'Angry' from 'Press To Play'.

Phil Collins has already been mentioned so I won't be stoned for being the first to bring his name up, at least! In addition to 'In The Air Tonight', 'I Don't Care Anymore' and 'Do You Know Do You Care' are bitter as hell too- far better than his soppier ballads of the 80s.

Topm McRae is a master of some angry spiteful songs, 'Walking to Hawaii' is about being on the perfect beach with the perfect girl.... all nice so far you might be thinking but then he he is only there to watch the end of the world!!
His nastiest though is on boy with the bubblegun where each chorus ends with the line 'if words could kill, I'd spell out your name'. The song comes to an end with the line 'If songs could kill...this ones for you' Sends a shiver down my spine every time!

Surprised this anthem of bile form the Soft Boys hasn't come up yet!

I Wanna Destroy You

I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you

I feel it coming on again just like it did before
They feed your pride with boredom and they lead you on to war
The way you treat each other really makes me feel ill
'Cause if you wanna fight then you're just dyin' to get killed

I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you

A pox upon the media and everything you read
They tell you your opinions and they're very good indeed

I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you

And when I have destroyed you I'll come picking at your bone
And you won't have a single atom left to call your own

I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you

- - - - -

Nuff said!

is a good revenge rant from his second solo album of the same name. He's not too specific about who it's aimed at but a snatch of the famous 'adapted' keyboard lines from 'Whiter Shade of Pale' make the object of his venom clear. Decent tune too. But not as good as Roy Harper's 'The Spirit Lives'.

"She's not just a pretty face
She's a big black hole as well
She swallows everything she sees
She's not of the human race
She's a creature out of hell
She's a disease."

Good one for post break-up bitterness.

Todd Rundgren marginally fails to recreate the effortless innocence of 'I Saw The Light' with this 1990 swipe at Jesse Helms, Tipper Gore and the Pope.

I wanna fuck you, Jesse.
I wanna fuck you 'cause I got the right
To love a man who's stupid, ugly, and white.
I wanna say 'Fuck you, Jesse Helms'

I wanna fuck you, Tipper.
'Cause you showed me that things are still the same.
Everybody's parents turn out lame.
I wanna say 'Fuck you, Tipper Gore'

I wanna fuck you, Johnny.
I wanna hold you down and fuck you while you squirm
And force you to bring that thing to term.
I wanna say 'Fuck you, John Paul II'

OK, so they were hardly the most subtly shaded lyricists, but am I alone in occasionally yearning for a similar level of passion in today's indie bands?

Now this might be bollocks but it was in Smash Hits so I am inclined to believe it.

Feargal Sharkey released two cover versions as singles in the 80s that went top 5. One was called "A Good Heart" (that went to Number 1) and the follow-up was the very bitter, vitriolic "You Little Thief".

It turns out that both songs were about the same relationship break-up. The first (AGH) was written by the female and the other (YLT) from the male perspective. Even more interesting (well, a bit) is that they were selected by Feargal S without him knowing of the connection.

my dear wife.
For the first time in your life.

And so it goes on.Great song by Smog

Only one mention so far for "what a drag it is to see yeeeewwW'
Without doubt the greatest put down ever, no cussing, no shouting, just razor sharp.
so, does anybody know the subject of Costello's Man out of Time? Is it Elvis himself? Possibly the second greatest putdown ever?

JJ Burnels paean to Caroline Coon, or so they always said, "making love to the Mersey Tunnel with a sausage, have you ever been to Liverpool", from London Lady. And I suspect he wasn't deliberatly casting deprecation on his manhood.

anti knowhere league - woman

http://www.lyricstime.com/anti-nowhere-league-woman-lyrics.html

...when he's not noodling about with electronica hides some very unexpected nastiness under gentle folky tunes - eg Memory Lame

"It’s quite a gamble to speak out of place
Those things could kill you but so could your face

What occupies me, pays a low rent
Because fondness makes the heart grow absent

These things I say, may seem kinda cruel
So here’s something from my heart to you
Looking at you, reminds me of looking at the sun
And how the blind are so damn lucky

Those holes on your face could be used better ways
Breathing’s a distraction when you chatter away

These things I say, may seem to be lies
To seem risque, or sensationalized

And too many people can remember your name
Always walking you down memory lame

These things I say, may seem to offend
But not half as much, as I’d like to intend
Listening to you, reminds me of
A motor’s endless drone
And how the deaf are so damn lucky

I’d be happy, if life came to a stall
Then I wouldn’t need my senses at all

These things I say, might seem out of line
But day to day, I’m right every time
Looking at you, reminds me of
Looking at the sun
Too long

You’ll find
That in no time
You’ll be talking to yourself
Along with everybody else
Then you’ll despise
The look in their eyes
It may be difficult to tell
If your looking at yourself
And you look fine
If you don’t mind
That gaping hole that’s on your face
A black hole that’s out of place
And out of time
In a tight bind
To find something smart to say
When a silence comes your way"

Hopefully others will weigh in with more but there's plenty of faves- just off the top of my head from the Microdisney years:

"There's nothing wrong with the young, would-be rich
that a head full of lead would not cure"

"your neck is cheap elastic
under a brain of lead
thanks for the lies and poison
"nothing is true" you said
the road to honest happiness
ploughs right through
yellow scum like you"

"the doctor is a fool
he's just a callous snob
he spent 15 years in the jesuit school
and now he's not fit for any job"

One from the Microdisney days:

When I'm wed -
I will dream,
In a champagne haze,
of my first affair
(Birthday Girl)

A few from the Fatima Mansions:

It's Mr Blank calling gorgeous
From the slum which time ignores
Where folks use razor blades for toothpaste
and every breath is a holy war
(You're a Rose)

A necklace of rubber, burning bright
A burning rubber necklace for my angel's delight
A holiday in a box, opportunity knocks
for the rich man's militia photographing my block
Kill a cop. Why the hell not?

YEAH!! Burn, motherf**ker, burn!
I got a word for you: dead
Got a trampoline--your f**kin' head

You roll down my street in your gleaming new car
I've got no secrets, cash or time left to give you
but I've got something else for you, my friend
A crack in the restless night, a broken bone on the pavement
Angel's delight was a recurring statement
Burn a bailiff--spill, don't save it
(Angel's Delight)

A soap-opera clown
stakes his place by her side
and he'll sniff, pout and frown
'til she tells him the world is wrong
and his cliches are right

You made of me an outcast
A suitcase-dwelling shell
You made of mine a heart of stone
which you dropped down a bottomless well
Well, fair enough,
but just don't call it love
when it was just lust for blood
(Walk yr Way)

and a solo track:
I am your silent night,
I am your dormant star,
I am the driving rain
I am the turn for home when your home's in flames.
We are the bitter taste after a night of pointless textbook sex
(Frankfurt Cowboy Yodel)

If anyone reading this has never heard the man - investigate, puh-lease.

to put all the lyrics down, but for those of you that like to hear music rather than read it, what about Martha Wainwright's put down of her Dad, Loudon - 'Bloody Mother F***ing A**hole' or Paul Wellers superb Jam track about the 'kick in the balls' on That's Entertainment (strangely pronounced INtertainment)??.....