| Favourite lyric 20:17 - Mar 6 with 6483 views | Coastalblue |
Anybody have some personal favourites? I have a few I like, witty, poignant, funny etc.
A couple of my favourites.
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
and
And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say
That you don't ever want to see me again
And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten
followed by
I see you've sent my letters back
And my L.P. records and they're all scratched
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| Favourite lyric on 09:03 - Mar 7 with 1261 views | Ewan_Oozami |
| Favourite lyric on 21:02 - Mar 6 by Plums |
When I had my loft
Converted back into a loft
The neighbours came around and scoffed
And called me retro |
+1 for HMHB... |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 09:07 - Mar 7 with 1261 views | DJR |
| Favourite lyric on 22:06 - Mar 6 by Coastalblue |
Weller at his best is quite the wordsmith, has the same sort of quality that Difford has with Squeeze, but a fair bit more gritty. I always thought A Town Called malice was a work of wonder lyrically. |
Very true, and from the same era my favourite singer-songwriter, Elvis Costello, who has an amazing way with words. These from his song Man Out Of Time.
So this is where he came to hide
When he ran from you
In a private detective's overcoat
And dirty dead man's shoes
The pretty things of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor's gate
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Because the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around
[Chorus]
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love a man out of time?
[Verse 2]
There's a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination
But for his private wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumour
Days of Dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humor
[Pre-Chorus 2]
He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege
[Chorus]
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love a man out of time?
[Verse 3]
The biggest wheels of industry
Retire sharp and short
And the after dinner overtures
Are nothing but an after thought
Somebody's creeping in the kitchen
There's a reputation to be made
Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge
Who's up late polishing the blade
[Pre-Chorus 3]
Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning
[Chorus]
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love a man out of time?
[Outro]
Will you still love a man out of time?
Will you still love a man out of time? |  | | |
| Favourite lyric on 09:59 - Mar 7 with 1203 views | usm |
Eddie Holman slows things down
You ask a girl to dance, but you get turned down
Maybe it's just not your day
What d'you want for five bob, anyway?
I was cool, drinking rum & black
And then felt sick on the journey back
I got soaked right through in the pouring rain
But next week I'm going back again |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 10:05 - Mar 7 with 1198 views | BasingstokeBlue |
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking;
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older;
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 10:31 - Mar 7 with 1190 views | Ewan_Oozami |
Here's one called Pompeii.....from nearly 50 years ago....
The golden dream, the seat of all decorum,
A satellite to match the light of Rome:
Its silver children chatter in the Forum,
The bath-house, and the brothels, and their homes
About the latest fashions for their clothes.
Across the Tyrrhenian Sea comes drifting
A song that none of them have ever known.
The golden dream that holds back all the hours
For the ladies in their Dionysian rites,
Blonde heads all garlanded with flowers:
Wine and love and laughter through the night
In constant masque and pageant, constant flight.
The ground below them whispers in a murmur
Of passion which is hotter yet than white.
The golden dream, the city of all cities,
Its towers piercing into the azure sky,
Whose hand is dealt, regarless of all pity:
Condemned to martyrdom, but not to die.
Two lovers look up from their hidden bower.
The wine has stood too long and it turns sour.
I see the tall and bending of your streets
But now they echo only leather tourist feet
And waking, ashen, grey-blue blinding death
Your sudden winding-sheet. | |
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| Favourite lyric on 10:33 - Mar 7 with 1188 views | unbelievablue |
Far too many to mention. Right now?
Take your hands off your neck and
Hold on to the ghost of my body
You know that good lives make bad stories
You can text me
When punching mattresses gets old
Don't think it'll always be this way
Not comforted by anything I say
We were wrecks before we crashed into each other |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 10:35 - Mar 7 with 1186 views | mrfixit426 |
Stories are painted
In lines on your face
Misunderstandings
And little mistakes
A chance to start over
Is all that it takes
You know if you do
Your life is a canvas
The colours are you |  | | |
| Favourite lyric on 10:37 - Mar 7 with 1182 views | Gogs |
Could’ve picked any number of HMHB lyrics but I give you national shîte day:
Pulling the ice axe from my leg
I staggered on
Spindrift stinging my remaining eye
I finally managed to reach the station
Only to find that the bus replacement service had broken down
After wondering to myself whether or not it should actually be called a train replacement service
I walked out onto the concourse and noticed the giant screen seemed to have been tampered with
Probably by a junior employee
Disgruntled commuters were being regaled with some dismal TVM
Involving a tug-of-love-custody-battle
Stockard Channing held sway
Down in the High Street somebody careered out of Boots without due care or attention
I suggest that they learn some pedestrian etiquette
I.e. sidle out of the store gingerly
Embrace the margin
Fat kids with sausage rolls
Poor sods conducting polls
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
I try to put everything into perspective
Set it against the scale of human suffering
And I thought of the Mugabe government
And the children of the Calcutta railways
This works for a while
But then I encounter Primark FM
Overhead a rainbow appears
In black and white
Shîte Day
I guess this must be National Shîte Day
This surely must be National Shîte Day
Don't tell me, it's National Shîte Day
Float... float on
Float... float on
Barry... Herpes
I got a letter from Stringy Bob
Still on suicide watch
Screws not happy
Spotted a Marsh Fritillary during association
Was roundly ignored
What news you
I felt sorry for him
He'd only been locked up for public nuisance offences
One of which saw him beachcombing the Dee Estuary
Found a dead wading bird
Took it home, parcelled it up, and sent it off to the rubber-faced irritant Phil Cool
With a note inside which read: "Is this your Sanderling?"
Another time saw him answering an advert in the music press
"Keyboard player required: Doors, Floyd, etc.
Must be committed, no time wasters"
You can guess the rest
I always imagined he would simply wander off some day into the hills
To be found months later
His carcass stripped by homeless dogs
His exposed skull a perch for the quartering crow
I folded away the letter and put it in my inside pocket
All of a sudden I felt brushed by the wings of something dark
May the Lord have mercy on Stringy Bob
Shîte Day
I do believe it's National Shîte Day
It all points to National Shîte Day
Someone's declared it National Shîte Day
Shîte Day
My birthday! On National Shîte Day
No bogroll, it's National Shîte Day
Cue drumroll, it's National Shîte Day |  | | |
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| Favourite lyric on 10:55 - Mar 7 with 1164 views | mylittletown |
'Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose'
Kris Kristofferson/Janis Joplin - deep stuff |  | | |
| Favourite lyric on 12:57 - Mar 7 with 1126 views | WeWereZombies |
I left you on the debris
At the sunday morning market
You wuz sorting through the odds and ends
You wuz looking for a bargain
Heard your footsteps at the front door
And that awld familiar love song
Cos you knew you'd find me waiting there
At the top of the stairs
Ronnie Lane 'Debris' |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 13:11 - Mar 7 with 1121 views | You_Bloo_Right |
Costello, Brel, Thackray, Joni Mitchell, Dylan, Cohen blimey I could pick favourite lyrics from these and many more.
How about these though:
Oh, Sister Josephine,
What do all these policemen mean
By coming to the convent in a grim limousine
After Sister Josephine?
While you, Sister Josephine,
You sit with your boots up on the altar screen.
You smoke one last cigar.
What a funny nun you are!
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
In the Tower of Song
I'd have to get drunk every night
To talk about virility
With some old grandmother who might
Be decked out like a Christmas tree |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 13:56 - Mar 7 with 1099 views | Kievthegreat |
I'm young enough to be all pissed off,
but I'm old enough to be jaded.
I'm of the age where I want things to change,
but with age, my hopes have faded.
I'm young and bored, of being young and bored
If I was old I could say "I've seen it all before".
In short, I'm tired of giving a s##t
Once we were Anarchists - Frank Turner
Far between sundown's finish
An' midnights broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts
Struck shadows in the sound
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' every underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Chimes of Freedom, Bob Dylan
I could have picked 100 Dylan lyrics, TBH. I just like the conflicting senses that still create a really vivid mental image. |  | | |
| Favourite lyric on 14:36 - Mar 7 with 1060 views | Zx1988 |
| Favourite lyric on 22:04 - Mar 6 by Steve_M |
If good song-writing tells a story then the first verse sets the scene:
The screen door slams, Mary’s dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch, as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that’s me and I want you only |
There's so much of Springsteen's catalogue that could make a list of the 100 greatest lyrics of all time:
"Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but, hey, you're alright
And that's all right with me"
"Poor man wanna be rich
Rich man wanna be king
And a king ain't satisfied
Till he rules everything"
"Is a dream a lie if it don't come true?
Or is it something worse?" |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 18:39 - Mar 7 with 1012 views | EdwardF |
Jackson Browne - The Pretender
I've been aware of the time going by
They say in the end it's the wink of an eye
When the morning light comes streaming in
You'll get up and do it again, Amen
Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle for the legal tender
Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor
Out into the cool of the evening
Strolls the pretender
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 18:47 - Mar 7 with 1008 views | The_Romford_Blue |
‘Two plus two is four, minus
one that's three, quick maths
Everyday man's on the block, smoke trees
See your girl in the park,
that girl is a uckers
When the ting went quack-quack-quack,
you man were ducking
Hold tight, Asnee, he's got the pumpy
Hold tight, my man, he's got the frisbee
I trap, trap, trap on the
road, movin' that cornflakes
Rice Krispie
The ting goes skrrrahh,
pap, pap, ka-ka-ka
Skibiki-pap-pap, and
a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom‘ |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 18:51 - Mar 7 with 1006 views | Oldsmoker |
Last night I dreamed I held you in my arms
The music was never-ending
We danced as the evening sky fell into black
One step up and two steps back |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 19:37 - Mar 7 with 978 views | Skip_Intro |
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger
Then another finger, then cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling
It lingers, then you forget
Oh-oh-oh, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide
You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clock waits so patiently on your song
You walk past the café, but you don't eat
When you've lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide
Chev's brakes are snarling
As you stumble across the road
But the day breaks instead, so you hurry home
Don't let the sun blast your shadow
Don't let the milk float, ride your mind
They're so natural, religiously unkind
Oh no, love, you're not alone
You're watching yourself, but you're too unfair
You got your head all tangled up
But if I could only make you care
Oh no, love, you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone
Just turn on with me, and you're not alone
Let's turn on and be not alone
Gimme your hands, 'cause you're wonderful
Gimme your hands, 'cause you're wonderful
Oh, gimme your hands |  | | |
| Favourite lyric on 19:43 - Mar 7 with 960 views | thatbdude |
In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
And the sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
Neath the black, the sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I'll hear you scream again |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 20:06 - Mar 7 with 956 views | Bluespeed225 |
| Favourite lyric on 22:06 - Mar 6 by Coastalblue |
Weller at his best is quite the wordsmith, has the same sort of quality that Difford has with Squeeze, but a fair bit more gritty. I always thought A Town Called malice was a work of wonder lyrically. |
Wellers' 'normalness' and attitude compared to the popstars of the era hid the fact he's one of the most intelligent lyricists of the last 40+ years. 'Instead of kidney machines they've bought more rockets and guns'. Blimey. Then again I quoted 'Don't let your indecision take you from behind, trust your inner vision, don't let other change your mind'! | | | |
| Favourite lyric on 20:08 - Mar 7 with 954 views | Bluespeed225 |
Hal David worked 'Pneumonia' and 'Phone ya' together, wonderful! Pet Shop Boys are under the radar. 'Remember the times you more easily led, behind the cricket pavilion and the bicycle shed'. | | | |
| Favourite lyric on 20:25 - Mar 7 with 936 views | Lord_Lucan |
| Favourite lyric on 20:08 - Mar 7 by Bluespeed225 |
Hal David worked 'Pneumonia' and 'Phone ya' together, wonderful! Pet Shop Boys are under the radar. 'Remember the times you more easily led, behind the cricket pavilion and the bicycle shed'. |
I agree about Weller until he disappeared up his own arse. I think looking back at The Jam thing, what annoyed me at the time was that after Mod Cons, definitely after Sound Affects, they were all the rage and no longer “My” band. I think I can see that now.
As for the OP. Well there are so many aren’t there but this one sprung out as I used to sing it to the kids.
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
'Cause 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 |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 20:42 - Mar 7 with 895 views | Radlett_blue |
"Hanging on in quiet desperation is the Ipswich way".
Pink Floyd. |  |
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| Favourite lyric on 20:51 - Mar 7 with 887 views | Skip_Intro |
| Favourite lyric on 20:06 - Mar 7 by Bluespeed225 |
Wellers' 'normalness' and attitude compared to the popstars of the era hid the fact he's one of the most intelligent lyricists of the last 40+ years. 'Instead of kidney machines they've bought more rockets and guns'. Blimey. Then again I quoted 'Don't let your indecision take you from behind, trust your inner vision, don't let other change your mind'! |
Weller is a genius...up there with Bowie imo
And I said - "I've a little money and a take away curry,
I'm on my way home to my wife.
She'll be lining up the cutlery,
You know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork" | | | |
| Favourite lyric on 21:10 - Mar 7 with 874 views | Immy |
| Favourite lyric on 21:18 - Mar 6 by DropCliffsNotBombs |
You said, "Send me stationary to make me horny"
So I always write you letters in multicolours
Decorating envelopes for foreplay
Damn extended metaphors, I get carried away
On the back of a natural disaster
Fixed with parcel tape and with kids sticking plasters
Nothing says "I miss you" quite like
War poetry carved in your door with a Stanley knife. |
Absolutely love me some Los Campesinos!
Some other favourites from them -
"People laugh, they will call it folly
But we connected like a Yeboah volley"
"Daddy came out of retirement
He took a hobby as a PCSO
Let me level this as an indictment
Only a part-time grass, but a full-time asshole"
"So, maybe the lining of a winter's coat
Mightn't be the best place to hide a summer secret
You said every photo that you took that festival
Got lost in your camera in an insurance scam
And though underexposed, I could see from the quality
His K Records t-shirt and you holding his hand
And I know he took you to the beach
I can tell from how you bite on your cheek
Every time the sand falls from your insoles
And when our eyes meet
All that I can read, is "you're the B-side" |  | | |
| Favourite lyric on 22:11 - Mar 7 with 851 views | gazzer1999 |
| Favourite lyric on 20:38 - Mar 6 by Coastalblue |
Some of the Squeeze lyrics are amazing, all the more so because they tend to be wrapped up in almost throwaway humour. That's one of my personal favourites too. |
I'm invited in for coffee and I give the dog a bone? |  | | |
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