Thorpe-le-Saint Posted 28 January, 2012 Share Posted 28 January, 2012 "Kiss me where the sun don't shine, the past was your's but the futures mine, you're out of time" - The Stone Roses "She Bangs the Drums" "We'll die in the class we were born, that's a class of our own my love" - The Libertines "Time for Heroes" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shurlock Posted 28 January, 2012 Share Posted 28 January, 2012 "Kiss me where the sun don't shine, the past was your's but the futures mine, you're out of time" - The Stone Roses "She Bangs the Drums" "We'll die in the class we were born, that's a class of our own my love" - The Libertines "Time for Heroes" Was thinking of the same Libertines lyric, though why drop the line before? Its just as good He knows theres fewer more distressing sights than that Of an Englishman in a baseball cap And we'll die in the class we were born But that's a class of our own my love Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Orange Posted 28 January, 2012 Share Posted 28 January, 2012 Morrissey's Smiths lyrics i've always loved. The Jam (Paul Weller) have song after song with clever lyrics which i can relate to. Ah the days when lyrics were acctually original, expressive etc. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr Who? Posted 28 January, 2012 Share Posted 28 January, 2012 You shut your mouth How can you say I go about things the wrong way I am Human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pedg Posted 28 January, 2012 Share Posted 28 January, 2012 Thank god the winters over, Decembers far away, lets drink outside a lunchtime on another summers day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Majestic Channon Posted 28 January, 2012 Share Posted 28 January, 2012 i did my very best to write how was butlins? were the screws too tight? when you lot get out were gonna hit the town we'll burn it ****in' down to a cinder And Black people gotta lot a problems But they don't mind throwing a brick White people go to school Where they teach you how to be thick Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Duckhunter Posted 28 January, 2012 Share Posted 28 January, 2012 in the context of the times these were some great lyrics , and its always great to have an excuse to listen to pop stapleshttp://m.youtube.com/watch?gl=GB&hl=en&client=mv-google&rl=yes&v=oab4ZCfTbOI Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Colinjb Posted 28 January, 2012 Share Posted 28 January, 2012 (edited) "It's harder to light a candle, easier to curse the dark instead." Edited 29 January, 2012 by Colinjb Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hamster Posted 29 January, 2012 Share Posted 29 January, 2012 God save the Queen Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CHAPEL END CHARLIE Posted 29 January, 2012 Share Posted 29 January, 2012 Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand .......... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tokyo-Saint Posted 29 January, 2012 Share Posted 29 January, 2012 What a waster, what a ****ing waster You ****ed it all up the wall Round the corner where they chased her There's tears coming out from everywhere The city's hard, the city's fair Get back inside you've got nothing on No you mind yer bleedin own you two bob **** When she wakes up in the morning She writes down all her dreams Reads like the book of revelations Or the Beano or the unabridged Ulysses Oh I really wanna know So tell me, where does all the money go where does all the money go Straight, straight up her nose And I never really liked it any way So much preferred it the other way yeah What a divvy what a ****ing div Talking like a moron, walking like a spiv I was laying in bed paying my rent Knocking on the door for something That she lent her brother Meanwhile from under the covers she says Save me from tomorrow now, save me from tomorrow now, Oh no, Oh no not me And I never really liked it any way So much preferred it the other way yeah Never really liked it any way So much preferred it the other way yeah What a waster, what a ****ing waster You ****ed it all up the wall Round the corner where they chased her There's tears coming out from everywhere The citys hard the citys fair Get back inside you've got nothing on No you mind yer bleedin own you two bob **** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Duckhunter Posted 29 January, 2012 Share Posted 29 January, 2012 in the context of the times these were some great lyrics , and its always great to have an excuse to listen to pop stapleshttp://m.youtube.com/watch?gl=GB&hl=en&client=mv-google&rl=yes&v=oab4ZCfTbOI I had a few last night and wanted to post this, but dont quite know what I did, but it didn't work. fantastic lyric and great performance from Pop and his girls......... If you disrespect everybody That you run into How in the world do you think Anybody sposed to respect you If you dont give a heck about The man with a bible in his hand Just get out the way and let The gentleman do his thing Youre the kind of gentleman That wants everything their way Take the sheet off yur face boy Its a brand new day Chorus Respect yourself Respect yourself If you dont respect yourself Aint nobody gonna give a good Ca-hoot na na na oh oh Respect yourself You cuss around women folk You dont even know their name Then youre dumb enough to think That it makes you a big ol man Chorus Respect yourself Respect yourself If you dont respect yourself Aint nobody gonna give a good Ca-hoot na na na oh oh Respect yourself Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ART Posted 29 January, 2012 Share Posted 29 January, 2012 His Lordship has excellent taste. Nice Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hamilton Saint Posted 29 January, 2012 Share Posted 29 January, 2012 A small selection: "I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes, And for that one moment I could be you. Yeah, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes, You'd know what a drag it is to see you." Bob Dylan, Positively 4th Street "They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom" Leonard Cohen, First We Take Manhattan "Her words still dance inside my head, Her comb still lies beside my be. And the sun comes up without her, it just doesn't know she'd gone, Oh but I remember everything she said." Brass Buttons, Gram Parsons You, sir, are a man of taste and discernment! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hamilton Saint Posted 29 January, 2012 Share Posted 29 January, 2012 Randy Newman: "I Think It's Gonna Rain Today" Broken windows and empty hallways A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray Human kindness is overflowing And I think it's going to rain today Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles With frozen smiles to chase love away Human kindness is overflowing And I think it's going to rain today Lonely, lonely Tin can at my feet Think I'll kick it down the street That's the way to treat a friend Bright before me the signs implore me To help the needy and show them the way Human kindness is overflowing And I think it's going to rain today Ray Davies (The Kinks) - "Waterloo Sunset": Dirty old river, must you keep rolling Flowing into the night People so busy, makes me feel dizzy Taxi light shines so bright But I don't need no friends As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset I am in paradise Every day I look at the world from my window But chilly, chilly is evening time Waterloo sunset's fine Terry meets Julie, Waterloo Station Every Friday night But I am so lazy, don't want to wander I stay at home at night But I don't feel afraid As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset I am in paradise Every day I look at the world from my window But chilly, chilly is evening time Waterloo sunset's fine Millions of people swarming like flies 'round Waterloo underground But Terry and Julie cross over the river Where they feel safe and sound And they don't need no friends As long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset They are in paradise Waterloo sunset's fine John Lennon - "Strawberry Fields Forever": Let me take you down Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see It's getting hard to be someone But it all works out It doesn't matter much to me Let me take you down Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever No one I think is in my tree I mean it must be high or low That is you can't, you know, tune in But it's all right That is I think it's not too bad Let me take you down Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Always, no sometimes, think it's me But you know I know when it's a dream I think I know I mean a yes But it's all wrong That is I think I disagree Let me take you down Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hockey_saint Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 The lines that annoy me and therefore I can't get out of my head until I justified them were: for example, Marc Cohn's "Walking in Memphis" with the following line: "There's a pretty little thing, waiting for the king, down in the jungle room" Now, I don't think I'm alone in thinking thats an overt sexual reference....well, I've actually been to Graceland and have seen this "Jungle room" turns out to be nothing more than a play room for Lisa-Marie....was I annoyed!! Turned out however, the line "there's catfish on the table and gospel in the air" is in fact an overt sexual reference! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
svetigpung Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 "the handbags and gladrags, that your poor old grandad had to sveat to buy ya" so moving , so true Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dog Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 Probably one of the best ever songs hand written by a modern genius: Yo, VIP, let's kick it! Ice ice baby Ice ice baby All right stop Collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance Bum rush the speaker that booms I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less that the best is a felony Love it or leave it You better gain way You better hit bull's eye The kid don't play If there was a problem Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice ice baby Vanilla Ice ice baby Vanilla Ice ice baby Vanilla Ice ice baby Vanilla Now that the party is jumping With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby Waving just to say hi Did you stop? No, I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next stop I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block That block was dead Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine Ready for the chumps on the wall The chumps are acting ill because they're so full of eight balls Gunshots ranged out like a bell I grabbed my nine All I heard were shells Fallin' on the concrete real fast Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed I'm tryin' to get away before the jackers jack Police on the scene You know what I mean They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends If there was a problem Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice ice baby Vanilla Ice ice baby Vanilla Ice ice baby Vanilla Ice ice baby Vanilla Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it My town, that created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground 'Cause my style's like a chemical spill Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel Conducted and formed This is a hell of a concept We make it hype and you want to step with this Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja Cut like a razor blade so fast Other DJ's say, "damn" If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice If there was a problem Yo, I'll solve it! Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice ice baby Vanilla Ice ice baby Vanilla Ice ice baby Vanilla Ice ice baby Vanilla Yo man, let's get out of here Word to your mother Ice ice baby Too cold Ice ice baby Too cold too cold Ice ice baby Too cold Ice ice baby Too cold too cold Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jjsaint Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 Samantha Fox 'Touch Me': Like a tramp in the night I was begging you To treat my body like you wanted to Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
notnowcato Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 Now the world don't move To the beat of just one drum What might be right for you Might not be right for some Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dog Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 Jack & Diane lyrics A little ditty, 'bout Jack & Diane - Two american kids growin' up in the heart land. Jacky gonna be a football star Diane's debutante in back seat of Jacky's car. Suckin' on chili dog, outside the taste freeze Diane sitting on Jacky's lap got his hands between her knees Jacky say "Hey, Diane,let's run off behind the shady trees Dribble off those bobby brooks let me do what I please" saying: Oh yeah, life goes on Long after the thrill of living is gone, sayin' Oh yeah, life goes on Long after the thrill of living is gone They walk on Jacky sits back collects his thoughts for the moment Scratches his head and does his best James Dean Well man there and Diane, we ought to run off to the city [From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/j/john-mellencamp-lyrics/jack-&-diane-lyrics.html ] Diane says, "Baby you ain't missing a thing" but Jacky says: Oh yeah, life goes on Long after the thrill of living is gone Oh yeah - they says - life goes on Long after the thrill of living is gone So let it rock, let it roll Let the bible belt, come and save my soul Holdin' on to sixteen as long as you can Change is coming round real soon make us woman and men Oh yeah, life goes on Long after the thrill of living is gone Oh yeah - they says - life goes on Long after the thrill of living is gone A little ditty, 'bout Jack and Diane - Two american kids doin', best they can Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pressingon Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) Bob Dylan Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child’s balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn Plays wasted words, proves to warn That he not busy being born is busy dying Temptation’s page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover that you’d just be one more Person crying So don’t fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don’t hate nothing at all Except hatred Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Make everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It’s easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it Advertising signs they con You into thinking you’re the one That can do what’s never been done That can win what’s never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks they really found you A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit To satisfy, insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something they invest in While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society’s pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he’s in But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn’t talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer’s pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death’s honesty Won’t fall upon them naturally Life sometimes must get lonely My eyes collide head-on with stuffed Graveyards, false gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen They’d probably put my head in a guillotine But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shurlock Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) Bob Dylan Good song - lyrically, Blind Willie McTell tops it for me though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scotty Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 God save the Queen ..."the fascist regime" or the other one? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pressingon Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 Blind Willie McTell was certainly a contender. Dylan could have a lyric thread all to himself to be fair. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
buctootim Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 (edited) Chelsea Hotel, Leonard Cohen. About a brief relationship with Janis Joplin I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet, giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the street. Those were the reasons and that was New York, we were running for the money and the flesh. And that was called love for the workers in song probably still is for those of them left. Ah but you got away, didn't you babe, you just turned your back on the crowd, you got away, I never once heard you say, I need you, I don't need you, I need you, I don't need you and all of that jiving around. [video=youtube;kVUrQk5pS-Q]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVUrQk5pS-Q Edited 30 January, 2012 by buctootim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pap Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 Sympathy for the Devil has one of my fave lyrics: "I watched with glee as your Kings and Queens fought for ten decades for the Gods they made". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Special K Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 "Son I'm thirty, I only went with your Mother 'cos she's dirty" "And when i'm lying in my bed I think about life and i think about death And neither one particularly appeals to me." "in your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches in your eyes the resolution of all the fruitless searches in your eyes I see the light and the heat in your eyes oh, I want to be that complete I want to touch the light the heat I see in your eyes" "When i'm watchin' my TV, And a man comes on and tells me How white my shirts can be. But he can't be a man, 'cos he doesn't smoke the same cigarettes as me" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SuperMikey Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 "They say it's money that we need, as if we're only mouths to feed. And though no matter what they say, there's some debts they'll never pay." Arcade Fire - Intervention This poem by Scroobius Pip turned into a song with his musical other half Dan le Sac - Magicians Assistant. Sounds much better when it's just Pip and a webcam, the whole thing is great. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RonManager Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 White chalk hills are all Ive known. White chalk hills will rot my bones. White chalk sticking to my shoes. White chalk playing as a child with you. White chalk south against time. White chalk cutting down the sea at Lyme. I walk the valleys by the Cerne, on a path cut fifteen hundred years ago, and I know, these chalk hills will rot my bones. Dorsets cliffs meet at the sea, where I walked, our unborn child in me. White chalk, gorse-scattered land, scratched my palms, theres blood on my hands. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dronskisaint Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 Chelsea Hotel, Leonard Cohen. About a brief relationship with Janis Joplin I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet, giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the street. Those were the reasons and that was New York, we were running for the money and the flesh. And that was called love for the workers in song probably still is for those of them left. Ah but you got away, didn't you babe, you just turned your back on the crowd, you got away, I never once heard you say, I need you, I don't need you, I need you, I don't need you and all of that jiving around. [video=youtube;kVUrQk5pS-Q]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVUrQk5pS-Q I gave up attempting to choose favourites from Lennon, Cohen, Dylan, Don McLean, John Sebastian...and the list is endless - too many poet genius songwriters for any one thread. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thefunkygibbons Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 Pink Floyd of course Would you exchange a walk on part in a war for a leading role in a cage? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RonManager Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 Goddamn Europeans Take me back to beautiful England And the grey, damp filthiness of ages and battered books And fog rolling down behind the mountains On the graveyards and dead sea captains Let me walk through the stinking alleys To the music of drunken beatings Past the Thames river, glistening like gold Hastily sold for nothing, nothing Let me watch night fall on the river Moon rise up and turn to silver The sky move, the ocean shimmer The hedge shake, the last living rose quivers Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badgerx16 Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 "And you can thank your Lucky Stars that you're not the bastard son of Dean Freedman" ""Me and my girl, seal clubbing. Me and my girl, out on the ice." "There is nothing better in life than writing on the sole of your slipper with a biro." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Duckhunter Posted 30 January, 2012 Share Posted 30 January, 2012 After the last 2 nights and I'm sat here nursing a bad headache, this great Willie Nelson line came to mind. There's a lot of doctors tell me That I'd better start slowing it down But there's more old drunks than there are old doctors So I guess we'd better have another round Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CHAPEL END CHARLIE Posted 1 February, 2012 Share Posted 1 February, 2012 He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect He doesn't play for the money he wins He don't play for respect He deals the cards to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of a probable outcome The numbers lead a dance I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pap Posted 1 February, 2012 Share Posted 1 February, 2012 "I got 99 problems, being a b*tch ain't one." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wiggles31 Posted 1 February, 2012 Share Posted 1 February, 2012 "Are we human, or are we dancer". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shurlock Posted 1 February, 2012 Share Posted 1 February, 2012 (edited) "Lost my shape, trying to act casual" "When I take the prisoners swimming They have the time of their lives I love to watch them floating On their backs Unburdened and relaxed I sit in the tall grass and look the other way And when I haul them in they always say Our sencences will not served We are constantly on trial It's a way to be free Most nights I go for a drive To the highest place I can find Stand there on a cliff with gooseflesh Watching the wind rip the leaves from the trees Death defying Every breath Death defying Soon we will all be back in the yard Behind the wall Living hard Dreaming of cool rivers and tall grass We are constantly on trial It's a way to be free We are constantly on trial It's a way to be free" Edited 1 February, 2012 by shurlock Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trevor in Vancouver Posted 1 February, 2012 Share Posted 1 February, 2012 "Though his mind is not for rent, to any God or Government, Always hopeful, yet discontent, He knows changes aren't permanent But change is." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tokyo-Saint Posted 2 February, 2012 Share Posted 2 February, 2012 Some people run from trouble, some people meet it half way. Others are glad to pay for it's cab fair over. Libertines (again). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
crouch mask replica Posted 2 February, 2012 Share Posted 2 February, 2012 For me it is Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin' I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it. Although sometimes these appeal I'll find a favourite restaurant and eat there every day And at the nearby bowling alley I'll bowl my cares away Some days I'll order chicken, some days I'll order fish Some days I'll have piroshki's, that's a Polish dish And after bowling twenty frames, I'll sit and have a beer Perhaps I meet a pretty girl who is a barmaid there I'll get a job at a steak house, wash dishes, mob floors Yes, I know I won't get rich Memphis is the kind of town that won't feel like a trap Besides, I kind of like the way it sits there on the map I'm considering a move to Memphis, that's Memphis Tennessee It worked for Elvis Presley, why can't it work for me? The people in the restaurants there will all use forks and knives They won't take decongestions though for fear of getting hives or maybe well, the girls would turn the colour of avocado when he would drive down thier street in his el dorado he could walk down your street and girls could not resist to stare pablo picasso never got called an asshole not like you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badgerx16 Posted 2 February, 2012 Share Posted 2 February, 2012 New England - Billy Brag "I put you on a pedestal, you put me on the pill". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
teamsaint Posted 2 February, 2012 Share Posted 2 February, 2012 Good song - lyrically, Blind Willie McTell tops it for me though. genius song, genius lyric. I particularly like this one from the Oysterband: Lyrics to Here comes the flood : factories in the phillipines, cutting holes in brand new jeans, for cutting edge consumers, rich kids in the west you see, they have no sense of irony, and i'm losing my sense of humour, all across the moonlit sky, vapour trails multiply, trade winds are getting stronger, while he says she has to chill, they bring us apples from brazil, new diseases from the congo, (chorus) i havent prayed since god knows when, my teeth are un-american, socialism's orphan child, unimpressed, unreconciled some people think im crazy.... but im not here comes the flood x 2 a million tv dishes crown the skyline of shanty town, everywhere our apsiration, the word from cnn arives, we watched the headlines of our lives, each movement in isolation, the cool blue line of isolation... (chorus) democracy for planet earth, they roll it out like astroturf, easy men theyre all in a hurry, so you can wear a stupid grin, watch em roll the bankers in, only the bad guys amongst us need to worry...... Also great: Man in the Corner shop by the Jam and The Colours by Hampshire's finest, The Men They Couldn't Hang. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hamilton Saint Posted 3 February, 2012 Share Posted 3 February, 2012 " ... to live outside the law you must be honest ..." from Absolutely Sweet Marie by Bob Dylan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RonManager Posted 3 February, 2012 Share Posted 3 February, 2012 My old man wore three piece whistles He was never home for long Drove a bus for London Transport He knew where he belonged Number 18 down to Euston Double decker move along Double decker move along My old man Later on he drove a Roller Chauffeuring for foreign men Dropped his aitches on occasion Said, "Cor blimey" now and then Did the crossword in the Standard At the airport in the rain At the airport in the rain My old man Wouldn't ever let his governers Call him 'Billy', he was proud Personal reasons make a difference His last boss was allowed Perhaps he had to keep his distance Made a racket when he rowed Made a racket when he rowed My old man My old man My old man was fairly handsome He smoked too many cigs Lived in one room in Victoria He was tidy in his digs Had to have an operation When his ulcer got too big When his ulcer got too big My old man My old man Seven years went out the window We met as one to one Died before we'd done much talking Relations had begun All the while we thought about each other All the best mate, from your son All the best mate, from your son My old man My old man Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hamilton Saint Posted 3 February, 2012 Share Posted 3 February, 2012 Chelsea Hotel, Leonard Cohen. About a brief relationship with Janis Joplin I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet, giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the street. Those were the reasons and that was New York, we were running for the money and the flesh. And that was called love for the workers in song probably still is for those of them left. Ah but you got away, didn't you babe, you just turned your back on the crowd, you got away, I never once heard you say, I need you, I don't need you, I need you, I don't need you and all of that jiving around. [video=youtube;kVUrQk5pS-Q]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVUrQk5pS-Q Great song - but you left out by far the best bit! "I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel you were famous, your heart was a legend. You told me again you preferred handsome men but for me you would make an exception. And clenching your fist for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself, you said, 'Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music'. " Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Punk Posted 3 February, 2012 Share Posted 3 February, 2012 I pop pop pop blow blow bubble gum You taste of cherryade There is something here you must show me From what you are made Sugar and spice And all things nice. The great Stone Roses! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fowllyd Posted 3 February, 2012 Share Posted 3 February, 2012 " ... to live outside the law you must be honest ..." from Absolutely Sweet Marie by Bob Dylan Both Dylan and Laughing Len (who's also had a few lines quoted on here as well) wrote so many great lyrics, be they complete songs or snippets. I've always liked the first verse and chorus of Hank Williams' Wedding Bells Will Never Ring For Me: I have the invitation that you sent me You wanted me to see you change your name. I couldn't stand to see you wed another But dear I hope you're happy just the same. Wedding bells are ringing in the chapel That should be ringing now for you and me. Down the aisle with someone else you're walking, Those wedding bells will never ring for me. Wrote a lot of good stuff did Hank. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fowllyd Posted 3 February, 2012 Share Posted 3 February, 2012 My old man wore three piece whistles He was never home for long Drove a bus for London Transport He knew where he belonged Number 18 down to Euston Double decker move along Double decker move along My old man Later on he drove a Roller Chauffeuring for foreign men Dropped his aitches on occasion Said, "Cor blimey" now and then Did the crossword in the Standard At the airport in the rain At the airport in the rain My old man Wouldn't ever let his governers Call him 'Billy', he was proud Personal reasons make a difference His last boss was allowed Perhaps he had to keep his distance Made a racket when he rowed Made a racket when he rowed My old man My old man My old man was fairly handsome He smoked too many cigs Lived in one room in Victoria He was tidy in his digs Had to have an operation When his ulcer got too big When his ulcer got too big My old man My old man Seven years went out the window We met as one to one Died before we'd done much talking Relations had begun All the while we thought about each other All the best mate, from your son All the best mate, from your son My old man My old man Terrific song - wistful, affectionate and sentimental without being mawkish. Not an easy trick to pull off. Billericay Dickie is fabulous too - top notch smut and hilarious with it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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