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I'm not talking a whole song, just a snippet. Morrissey did so many (I could've gone for something a little more obscure) but I can't get past this. Unless you were the hot guy from an American teen movie, this must resonate with everyone...
There's a club if you'd like to go You could meet somebody who really loves you So you go and you stand on your own And you leave on your own And you go home and you cry And you want to die.
I can't think of a lyric that spoke to me more than that one.
Corn in the field Listen to the rice as the wind Blows 'cross the water
And later in the same song
Scarecrow, a yellow moon And pretty soon A carnival on the edge of town.
And by the same writer (whole song this time)
Unfaithful servant, I hear you're leavin' soon in the mornin' What did you do to the lady, that she's gonna have to send you away? Unfaithful servant, you don't have to say you're sorry, If you done it just for the spite, or did you do it just for the glory? Like a stranger you turned your back, Left your keep and gone to pack But bear in mind who's to blame for all the shame She really cared The time she spared And the home you shared
Unfaithful servant, I can hear the whistle blowin', Yes, that train is a-comin' and soon you'll be a-goin' Need us not bow our heads, for we won't be complainin' Life has been good to us all, even when that sky is rainin' To take it like a grain of salt, Is all I can do and it's no one's fault It makes no diff'rence if we fade away It's just as it was And it's much to cold for me to stay
Goodbye to that country home, so long, lady I have known, Farewell to my other side, I'd best just take it in stride Unfaithful servant, you'll learn to find your place I can see it in your smile, and, yes, I can see it in your face The mem'ries will linger on, But the good old days, they're all gone Oh, lonesome servant, can't you see, We're still one and the same Just you and me
And another snippet by the same songwriter
Hear the sound, Willie boy, The Flyin' Dutchman's on the reef It's my belief We've used up all our time, This hill's to steep to climb, And the days that remain ain't worth a dime
And we'll leave Visions of Johanna and Desolation Row out of it for now.
I never thought it would happen with me and that girl from Nacton
Oh, hang on. I might have got the lyrics wrong even though they are very apt.
For me though;
And if you ever have to go to school Remember how they messed up this old fool Don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads Coz I'm not much cop at punching other people's Dads And if the homework brings you down Then we'll throw it on the fire and take the car downtown
“Hello, I'm your MP. Actually I'm not. I'm your candidate. Gosh.”
Boris Johnson canvassing in Henley, 2005.
They found out about my sister Kicked me out of the navy They would have strung me up if they could I tried to explain - we were both of us lazy And just doing the best we could.
'Put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts'
On a more serious note, and Lucan's already alluded to it, I think the story telling in 'Up the Junction' is quite brilliant - particularly the 5th verse:
This morning at four fifty I took her rather nifty Down to an incubator Where thirty minutes later She gave birth to a daughter Within a year a walker She looked just like her mother If there could be another
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Just because I don't care doesn't mean I don't understand.
Iron Maiden The song that made me study the battle of Paschendale and the complete waste of human life for a patch of mud. 'rush to blood and over we go' the guitars kick in and sound like machine guns as the troops go over the top...
In a foreign field he lay Lonely soldier, unknown grave On his dying words he prays Tell the world of Paschendale
Relive all that he's been through Last communion of his soul Rust your bullets with his tears Let me tell you 'bout his years
Laying low in a blood filled trench Kill tim 'til my very own death On my face I can feel the falling rain Never see my friends again
In the smoke, in the mud and lead Smell the fear and the feeling of dread Soon be time to go over the wall Rapid fire and the end of us all
Whistles, shouts and more gun fire Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb Be reunited with my dead friends soon
Many soldiers eighteen years Drown in mud, no more tears Surely a war no-one can win Killing time about to begin
Home, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live again
The bodies of ours and our foes The sea of death it overflows In no man's land, God only knows Into jaws of death we go
Crucified as if on a cross Allied troops they mourn their loss German war propaganda machine Such before has never been seen
Swear I heard the angels cry Pray to god no more may die So that people know the truth Tell the tale of Paschendale
Cruelty has a human heart Every man does play his part Terror of the men we kill The human heart is hungry still
I stand my ground for the very last time Gun is ready as I stand in line Nervous wait for the whistle to blow Rush of blood and over we go
Blood is falling like the rain Its crimson cloak unveils again The sound of guns can't hide their shame And so we die on Paschendale
Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire Running straight at the cannon fire Running blind as I hold my breath Say a prayer symphony of death
As we charge the enemy lines A burst of fire and we go down I choke a cry but no-one hears Fell the blood go down my throat
Home, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live again
See my spirit on the wind Across the lines, beyond the hill Friend and foe will meet again Those who died at Paschendale
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Best lyric ever written? on 01:05 - Feb 17 with 4077 views
Just because there are fifteen rhymes for 'debility'
An awful debility, A lessened utility, A loss of mobility Is a strong possibility. In all probability I'll lose my virility And you your fertility And desirability, And this liability Of total sterility Will lead to hostility And a sense of futility, So let's act with agility While we still have facility, For we'll soon reach senility And lose the ability.
Best lyric ever written? on 00:59 - Feb 17 by LankHenners
'Put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts'
On a more serious note, and Lucan's already alluded to it, I think the story telling in 'Up the Junction' is quite brilliant - particularly the 5th verse:
This morning at four fifty I took her rather nifty Down to an incubator Where thirty minutes later She gave birth to a daughter Within a year a walker She looked just like her mother If there could be another
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And now she's two years older Her mother's with a soldier She left me when my drinking Became a proper stinging The devil came and took me From bar to street to bookie No more nights by the telly No more nights nappies smelling
“Hello, I'm your MP. Actually I'm not. I'm your candidate. Gosh.”
Boris Johnson canvassing in Henley, 2005.
Best lyric ever written? on 01:05 - Feb 17 by factual_blue
Just because there are fifteen rhymes for 'debility'
An awful debility, A lessened utility, A loss of mobility Is a strong possibility. In all probability I'll lose my virility And you your fertility And desirability, And this liability Of total sterility Will lead to hostility And a sense of futility, So let's act with agility While we still have facility, For we'll soon reach senility And lose the ability.
Best lyric ever written? on 01:08 - Feb 17 by Lord_Lucan
And now she's two years older Her mother's with a soldier She left me when my drinking Became a proper stinging The devil came and took me From bar to street to bookie No more nights by the telly No more nights nappies smelling
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again
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Best lyric ever written? on 01:19 - Feb 17 with 4022 views
Best lyric ever written? on 01:15 - Feb 17 by Illinoisblue
One of the best. Love that song
Squeeze are great. One of the most underrated bands of all time - and they don't care. Still gigging in The US as well.
Off to bed now. Leave you with this one.
I feel so extraordinary Something's got a hold on me I get this feeling I'm in motion A sudden sense of liberty I don't care 'cause I'm not there And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow Again and again I've taken too much Of the things that cost you too much
“Hello, I'm your MP. Actually I'm not. I'm your candidate. Gosh.”
Boris Johnson canvassing in Henley, 2005.
Sometimes when we're as close as this, It's like we are in a dream. How can you lie there and think of England, When you don't even know who's in the team?
Billy Bragg - Greetings to the New Brunette
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Best lyric ever written? on 01:28 - Feb 17 with 3998 views
Best lyric ever written? on 01:03 - Feb 17 by britbiker
Iron Maiden The song that made me study the battle of Paschendale and the complete waste of human life for a patch of mud. 'rush to blood and over we go' the guitars kick in and sound like machine guns as the troops go over the top...
In a foreign field he lay Lonely soldier, unknown grave On his dying words he prays Tell the world of Paschendale
Relive all that he's been through Last communion of his soul Rust your bullets with his tears Let me tell you 'bout his years
Laying low in a blood filled trench Kill tim 'til my very own death On my face I can feel the falling rain Never see my friends again
In the smoke, in the mud and lead Smell the fear and the feeling of dread Soon be time to go over the wall Rapid fire and the end of us all
Whistles, shouts and more gun fire Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb Be reunited with my dead friends soon
Many soldiers eighteen years Drown in mud, no more tears Surely a war no-one can win Killing time about to begin
Home, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live again
The bodies of ours and our foes The sea of death it overflows In no man's land, God only knows Into jaws of death we go
Crucified as if on a cross Allied troops they mourn their loss German war propaganda machine Such before has never been seen
Swear I heard the angels cry Pray to god no more may die So that people know the truth Tell the tale of Paschendale
Cruelty has a human heart Every man does play his part Terror of the men we kill The human heart is hungry still
I stand my ground for the very last time Gun is ready as I stand in line Nervous wait for the whistle to blow Rush of blood and over we go
Blood is falling like the rain Its crimson cloak unveils again The sound of guns can't hide their shame And so we die on Paschendale
Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire Running straight at the cannon fire Running blind as I hold my breath Say a prayer symphony of death
As we charge the enemy lines A burst of fire and we go down I choke a cry but no-one hears Fell the blood go down my throat
Home, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live again
See my spirit on the wind Across the lines, beyond the hill Friend and foe will meet again Those who died at Paschendale
There were only 53 'Thankful Villages' in the UK, parishes where all the men who served in the military returned alive.
By way of comparison, only one village in the whole of France suffered no military deaths in WW1.
I stand on the cliffs with my son next to me This island our prison, our home And everyday we look out at the sea This place is all he's ever known
But I've got a plan, and some Wax and some string, some feathers I stole from a bird We leap from the cliff and we hear the wind sing a song thats too perfect for words
But son, please keep a steady wing And know your the only one that means anything to me Steer clear of the sun, or you'll find yourself in the sea
Now safely away, I let out a cry We'll make the mainland by noon But Icarus climbs higher still in the sky Maybe I've spoken too soon
But son, please keep a steady wing And know your the only one that means anything to me Steer clear of the sun, or you'll find yourself in the sea
Wont you look at your wings They're coming undone They're splitting at the seams Steer clear of the sun, for once wont you listen to me?
Oh God! Why is this happening to me? All I wanted was new life for my son to grow up free And now you took the only thing that meant anything to me I'll never fly again, I'll hang up my wings Oh God! Why is this happening to me? All I wanted was new life for my son to grow up free And now you took the only thing that meant anything to me I'll never fly again, I'll hang up my wings Oh God!
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Best lyric ever written? on 02:16 - Feb 17 with 3917 views
So this is permanence, love’s shattered pride. What once was innocence turned on its side. A cloud hangs over me, marks every move; deep in the memory of what once was love. Joy Division 24 Hours
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s My brain hurt like a warehouse it had no room to spare I had to cram so many things to store everything in there And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people I never thought I'd need so many people David Bowie Five Years
In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk While your cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt
Best lyric ever written? on 01:19 - Feb 17 by Lord_Lucan
Squeeze are great. One of the most underrated bands of all time - and they don't care. Still gigging in The US as well.
Off to bed now. Leave you with this one.
I feel so extraordinary Something's got a hold on me I get this feeling I'm in motion A sudden sense of liberty I don't care 'cause I'm not there And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow Again and again I've taken too much Of the things that cost you too much
just finished reading Bernard Sumner's book. Interesting read, but felt like he left a lot of stuff out. Will have to read Hook's book to get his side of the story.
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