Best song of hatred?

Yes, we've all wrote songs of love etc. What is your song of hatred? You Fn B's!!!

Is it "Positively 4th Street" that goes,

 

Well, I wish that for just one time

You could stand inside my shoes

Then you'd know what a drag it is to see you...?

 

That's pretty good.

CM Thanks for the response! New to this but keen to plant a seed and watch it grow!!!

 

Please explain why you hate this song!

 

Please explain why you hate this song!

 

 

Wha? I took "song of hatred", presented as an alternative to "songs of love", as being a song that expressed hatred, not a song that I hated. I love the song I posted, but it's about hating someone.

Daddy, the last track on Korn's first album, is devastating. We're talking about songs where the singer is mad at somebody, right?

Hi, all. My thread is based on a song or songs of hatred!! Nothing more nothing less!

 

Is it "Positively 4th Street" that goes, Well, I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes Then you'd know what a drag it is to see you... ? That's pretty good.

 

 

Gets my vote. Here all the lyrics:

 

You got a lotta nerve

To say you are my friend

When I was down

You just stood there grinning

 

You got a lotta nerve

To say you gota helping hand to lend

You just want to be on

The side that's winning

 

You say I let you down

You know it's not like that

If you're so hurt

Why then don't you show it

 

You say you lost your faith

But that's not where it's at

You had no faith to lose

And you know it

 

I know the reason

That you talk behind my back

I used to be among the crowd

You're in with

 

Do you take me for such a fool

To think I'd make contact

With the one who tries to hide

What he don't know to begin with

 

You see me on the street

You always act surprised

You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"

But you don't mean it

 

When you know as well as me

You'd rather see me paralyzed

Why don't you just come out once

And scream it

 

No, I do not feel that good

When I see the heartbreaks you embrace

If I was a master thief

Perhaps I'd rob them

 

And now I know you're dissatisfied

With your position and your place

Don't you understand

It's not my problem

 

I wish that for just one time

You could stand inside my shoes

And just for that one moment

I could be you

 

Yes, I wish that for just one time

You could stand inside my shoes

You'd know what a drag it is

To see you

 

Dress Rehearsal Rag

 

Four o'clock in the afternoon

and I didn't feel like very much.

I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,

where is your famous golden touch?"

I thought you knew where

all of the elephants lie down,

I thought you were the crown prince

of all the wheels in Ivory Town.

Just take a look at your body now,

there's nothing much to save

and a bitter voice in the mirror cries,

"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."

Now if you can manage to get

your trembling fingers to behave,

why don't you try unwrapping

a stainless steel razor blade?

That's right, it's come to this,

yes it's come to this,

and wasn't it a long way down,

wasn't it a strange way down?

There's no hot water

and the cold is running thin.

Well, what do you expect from

the kind of places you've been living in?

Don't drink from that cup,

it's all caked and cracked along the rim.

That's not the electric light, my friend,

that is your vision growing dim.

Cover up your face with soap, there,

now you're Santa Claus.

And you've got a gift for anyone

who will give you his applause.

I thought you were a racing man,

ah, but you couldn't take the pace.

That's a funeral in the mirror

and it's stopping at your face.

That's right, it's come to this,

yes it's come to this,

and wasn't it a long way down,

ah wasn't it a strange way down?

 

Once there was a path

and a girl with chestnut hair,

and you passed the summers

picking all of the berries that grew there;

there were times she was a woman,

oh, there were times she was just a child,

and you held her in the shadows

where the raspberries grow wild.

And you climbed the twilight mountains

and you sang about the view,

and everywhere that you wandered

love seemed to go along with you.

That's a hard one to remember,

yes it makes you clench your fist.

And then the veins stand out like highways,

all along your wrist.

And yes it's come to this,

it's come to this,

and wasn't it a long way down,

wasn't it a strange way down?

 

You can still find a job,

go out and talk to a friend.

On the back of every magazine

there are those coupons you can send.

Why don't you join the Rosicrucians,

they can give you back your hope,

you can find your love with diagrams

on a plain brown envelope.

But you've used up all your coupons

except the one that seems

to be written on your wrist

along with several thousand dreams.

Now Santa Claus comes forward,

that's a razor in his mit;

and he puts on his dark glasses

and he shows you where to hit;

and then the cameras pan,

the stand in stunt man,

dress rehearsal rag,

it's just the dress rehearsal rag,

you know this dress rehearsal rag,

it's just a dress rehearsal rag.

Talking about every kind of word,

as they legally have to say in Quebec, "French first"

the home of English-French language laws, with language police,

and where Leonard Cohen is from,

 

merci, merci, merci beaucoup

thank you, thank you, thank you very much

 

it was beautiful to read these words,

as always, John Watt

if you want to see the most insulting words I ever rhymed,

please, look in DIY "a new paradigm of tube shredder modding"

I'm going to avoid being influenced enough to do that again.

Is it "Positively 4th Street" that goes, Well, I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes Then you'd know what a drag it is to see you... ? That's pretty good.

 

I came into this thread to post that.

 

I used to have a Dylan '66 bootlegs tape which had "Please Crawl Out Your Window" (which ends with "You've got a lotta nerve/To say you are my friend/If you won't crawl out your window") right before "Positively 4th Street".

Get in the Ring - G 'n R - "I'll kick your Bitchy little ass, Punk!!!"

One in a Million - G 'n R - Police and WHO??? That's right.... get out of his way.... So much anger...Maybe most offensive popular rock song ever

Eff tha Police - NWA "They have the authority to kill a minority"

Copkiller - Ice T/ Body Count. "Better you than me!!!"

How do You Sleep - John Lennon "Those freaks was right when they said you was dead" .... ouch....

Idiot Wind - Bob Dylan "You're an idiot, babe... It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe."

Master's of War - Dylan "And I hope that you die..."

Kim - Eminem "I hate you! I swear to god I hate you! Oh my god I love you!!"

Tramp the Dirt DOwn - Elvis Costello

 

Well I hope I dont die too soon

I pray the lord my soul to save

Oh Ill be a good boy, Im trying so hard to behave

Because theres one thing I know

I'd like to live long enough to savour...

 

Thats when they finally put you in the ground

Ill stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

 

 

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 childs

Face in her hands she grips

Can you imagine all that greed and avarice

Coming down on that childs lips

 

 

Well I hope I dont die too soon

I pray the lord my soul to save

Oh Ill be a good boy, Im trying so hard to behave

Because theres one thing I know

I'd like to live long enough to savour...

 

Thats when they finally put you in the ground

Ill stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

 

When england was the whore of the world

Margeret 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, isnt

Haunted by every tiny detail

cos when she held that lovely face in her hands

All she thought of was betrayal

 

Well I hope I dont die too soon

I pray the lord my soul to save

Oh Ill be a good boy, Im trying so hard to behave

Because theres one thing I know

I'd like to live long enough to savour...

 

Thats when they finally put you in the ground

Ill stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

Cool Guitars, Jimmy Thackery and the drivers (it's covered on my page :-)

 

Well my baby threw me out because I drink too much

She offered me her car so I could move my stuff

I gonna sell the bitch's car

I gonna sell the bitch's car

I gonna sell the bitch's car

And buy myself a cool guitar

 

Well she never should have called me a lazy slob

It ain't completely my fault I can't keep a job

I gonna sell the bitch's car

I gonna sell the bitch's car

I gonna sell the bitch's car

And buy myself a cool guitar

I gonna sell the bitch's car

And buy myself a cool guitar

 

Well she said I spend my money on tequilla and beer

Haven't paid my fair share since this time last year

I gonna sell the bitch's car

I gonna sell the bitch's car

I gonna sell the bitch's car

And buy myself a cool guitar

 

She said she couldn't care less where I spend my nights

Sorry babe about it she's probably ... right

I gonna sell the bitch's car

I gonna sell the bitch's car

I gonna sell the bitch's car

And buy myself a cool guitar

I gonna sell the bitch's car

And buy myself a cool guitar

I gonna sell the bitch's car

And buy myself a cool guitar

Good stuff! In a song, sometimes it's good to hate or write the opposite of love!

http://soundclick.com/share?songid=2418495

 

walkin around like a big tin soldier

walkin around lookin 10 years older

dikes on bikes, thats what this one likes

don't be so cruel your startin to drool, when the clock ticks down your time will then be gone

she's my enemy

 

jumpin on graves just to stir the dead bones

eatin em up just to make yourself known

k 9 teeth, ripping underneath

she stands her ground with a twisted frown wondering why we don't all fall to our knees

she's my enemy

 

walkin uptown with a spineless ogre

wrinkles her nose from her own bad odor

rocks in socks, swinging as she walks

if only i'd loved genocide, lets hope and pray she doesnt reproduce

she's my enemy

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That's a funeral in the mirror and it's stopping at your face...

 

 

Ah, thanks for "Dress Rehearsal Rag".

Great song - great album. IMO, it wins

the self-hatred category. But it's a runner-up

in my overall hatred competition.

 

My choice is easy...

 

"I Hate Everything" by George Strait*.

 

AFAIC, it's the only "hate" song that shows

how valuable "hate" can be.

 

(*He's the guy in the cowboy hat playing a Guild D100).

 

-RtJ4hy-GrM

 

 

"That one-bedroom apartment where I get my mail, Is really not a home, it's more like a jail, With a swimming pool and a parking lot view, That's just great... I hate my job, I hate my life If it weren't for my two kids, I'd hate my ex-wife...

 

 

Before my GF sold her bar to some Russians,

we'd often sit out at the sidewalk table on Bui Vien street

and sing along with that chorus.

 

 

I hate my job, I hate my life, If it weren't for my two kids, I'd hate my ex-wife... I hate red & yellow, purple, blue & green, I hate everything.

 

Best song of hatred is yet to be written

Er, Nine Inch Nails - Broken. Lots of anger really. maybe I missed the point

Alice in Chains-Love Hate Love

 

Anthrax-1000 points of hate