Favourite Lyrics of All Time

[jebus]

No polls this time, just post your favourite lyrics of all time (at the moment of course, all entertainment questions have changeable lyrics, anyway mine are from Leonard Cohen's Suzanne

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

[Marked Man]

**** this and **** that.
**** it all and **** her ****ing brat.

Pistols--bodies

[skitz3]

"Frankly i'd feel more fulfilled, making Christmas cards with the mentally ill"

"Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said I'd like to smash every tooth
In your head,

Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking when I said by rights you should be
Bludgeoned in your bed"

"She said : "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
I said : "That's nothing - you should hear me play piano"

"And you have never been in love, Until you've seen the dawn rise, behind the home for the blind"

and pretty much most Morrissey lyrics

Or basically every lyric from the song "Rubber Ring" by The Smiths.

[stann]

If I walk down this hallway, tonight, it's too quiet,
so I pad through the dark and call you on the phone.
Push your old numbers and let your house ring,
'til I wake your ghost.
Let him walk down your hallway, it's not this quiet,
slide down your receiver, sprint across the wire,
follow my number, slide into my hand.

Kristin Hersh - Your Ghost.
Beautiful.

[osarusan]

Scorn Not His Simplicity

"See him stare
Not recognizing the kind face
That only yesterday he loved
The loving face
Of a mother who can't understand what she's been guilty of

How she cried, tears of happiness
the day the doctor told her it's a boy
Now she cries tears of helplessness
and thinks of all the things he can't enjoy

Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no"

[gustavo]

Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska


I saw her standin on her front lawn just twirlin her baton
Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died

From the town of lincoln nebraska with a sawed-off .410 on my lap
Through to the badlands of wyoming I killed everything in my path

I cant say that Im sorry for the things that we done
At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun

The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death
Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest

Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor neck back
You make sure my pretty baby is sittin right there on my lap

They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my sould
Be hurled
They wanted to know why I did what I did
Well sir I guess theres just a meanness in this world

[Lionel Ritchie]

There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets

Half Man Half Biscuit -National ****e Day (CSI:Ambleside 2008)

[Wolfie]

This little ray of sunshine from the Manics still demands your attention.............

"Of Walking Abortions"

"Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified
Recognised truth acedia's blackest hole
Junkies winos whores the nation's moral suicide

Loser, liar, fake or phoney
No one cares
Everyone is guilty
F*cked up, dunno why
You poor little boy

We are all of walking abortions
shalom shalom we all love our children
We all are of walking abortions
Shalom shalom there are no horizons

mussolini hangs from a butcher's hook
Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul
Horthy's corpse screened to a million
Tiso revived, the horror of a bullfight

Fragments of uniforms
Open black ruins
A moral conscience
You've no wounds to show
So wash your car
In your x baseball shoes

We are all of walking abortions
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We all are of walking abortions
Shalom shalom there are no horizons

little people in little houses
like maggots...
The massacred innocent blood stains us all

Who's responsible, you f*cking are
Who's responsible, you f*cking are...

[Marked Man]

Or maybe the Cruci****s, from "Hinkley Had a Vision," directed at fundamentalist Christians:

Closest thing to witches I've ever seen; let's get out the gas and set em on fire.

[Norm]

"Do you realise, that everyone, you know, someday, will die...
..and instead of saying all of your goodbyes,
Let them know you realise that life goes fast,
Its good to make the good times last,
You realise the sun don't go down,
Its just an illusion brought by the world spinning round..."

Or words to that effect.

Flaming Lips.
Great Tunes.

[Block G Raptor]

"Before you cross the Street
Take my Hand
Life is what happens to you
While you're busy making other plans"

John Lennon- Beautiful Boy

[Torn-Ado]

Faithful Departed - The Radiators/Christy Moore

This graveyard hides a million secrets,
And the trees know more than they can tell.
The ghosts of the saints and the scholars will haunt you,
In heaven and in hell.

Rattled by the glimmer man, the boogie man, the holy man,
And livin' in the shadows, in the shadows of a gunman.
Rattled like the coppers in your greasy till,
Rattled until time stood still.

Look over your shoulder, hear the school bell ring,
Another day of made-to-measure history.
I don't care if your heroes have wings,
Your terrible beauty has been torn.


Faithful departed, we fickle hearted,
As you are now so once were we.
Faithful departed, we the meek hearted,
With graces imparting bring flowers to thee.

The girls in the kips proclaim their love for you
When you stumbled in they knew you had a shilling or two.
They cursed you on Sundays and holy days of abstinence,
When you all stayed away.

When you slept there a naked bulb hid your shame,
Your shadows on the wall, they took all the blame.
The Sacred Heart's picture, compassion in his eyes,
Drowned out the river of sighs.

Let the grass grow green over the brewery tonight,
It'll never come between the darkness and the light.
There is no pain that can't be eased,
By the devil's holy water and the rosary beads.

You're a history book I never could write,
Poetry in paralysis, too deep to recite.
Dress yourself, bless yourself, you've won the fight,
We're gonna celebrate the night.

We'll even climb the pillar like you always meant to,
Watch the sun rise over the strand.
Close your eyes and we'll pretend,
It could somehow be the same again.
I'll bury you upright so the sun doesn't blind you.
You won't have to gaze at the rain and the stars.
Sleep and dream of chapels and bars,
And whiskey in the jar.

Faithful departed, look what you've started;
An underdog's wounds aren't so easy to mend.
Faithful departed, there's no broken hearted,
And no more tristesse in your world without end.

[Wolfie]

James - "Sometimes"

It's a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off cars
Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome
Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else
Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore
The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign
And he crumples, drops into the gutter, legs twitching
The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul

[superfrank]

I'm one of five born to my mother,
An older sister and three young brothers,
We seen it hard, we seen it kinda rough.
But always with a smile, she was sure to try to hide,
The fact from us that life was really tough.

I can hear my mother call, I can hear my mother call.
Late at night, I hear her call. Oh Lord, I hear her call.
She says: Father, father, it's for the kids, any and every thing I did.
Please, please, don't judge me too strong.
Lord knows I meant no wrong, Lord knows I meant no wrong.

Then the Devil sang: Would you like to dance with me?
We're doing the Cosmic Slop.

She was well known through the ghettos,
Tricks would come and then they'd go.
The neighbours would talk and call her Jezebel.
But always with a smile she was sure to try to hide,
The fact from us that she was catching hell, hey.

I can hear my mother call, I can hear my mother call.
Late at night, I hear her call. Oh Lord, I hear her call.
She says: Father, father, it's for the kids, any and every thing I did.
Please, please, don't judge me too strong.
Lord knows I meant no wrong, Lord knows I meant no wrong.

-"Cosmic Slop", Funkadelic

It's not the side effects of the cocaine, I'm thinking that it must be love.

-"Station to Station", David Bowie

[SligoBrewer]

I could pick so much from Springsteen, but this is my current favourite.


Now the greasers, ahh they tramp the streets or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night
Them boys in their high heels, ah Sandy their skins are so white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades, bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they all promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
I got on her last night and my shirt got caught
And they kept me spinnin' baby, they didn't think I'd ever get off

Oh Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
This pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin', laughin' 'neath the boardwalk with the boss's daughter
I remember Sandy girl
Now now now now now baby

Bruce Springsteen, 4th of July Asbury Park

[Wangball]

Kinky Afro by the Happy Mondays, possibly the best 2 opening lines to any song ever........

Son, I'm 30
I only went with your mother cause she's dirty
And I don't have a decent bone in me
What you get is just what you see yeah
I should so I take it free yeah
And all the bad preserves be things that feed me
I never help or give to the needy
Come on and see me

[TonyD]

There's tons, but these are the first few that came to me.


"And I stare up at her window, as I walk down her street
But I never made the first team, I just made the first team laugh
And she never came to the phone, she was always in the bath"

Billy Bragg - The Saturday Boy, also Billy "How can you lie there and think of England, when you don't even know who's in the team" Greetings to the New Brunette"

Is it worth it ? A new winter coat and shoes for the wife,
and a bicycle on the boys birthday,
it's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children, soon we'll be shipbuilding

Well I ask you, the boy said "Dad they're going to take me to task
But I'll be back by Christmas"
It's just a a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in, for saying that people get killed in the result of this shipbuilding

With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life, when we could be diving for pearls

It's just a a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyard
And notifying the next of kin, once again

It's all we're skilled in, we will be shipbuilding

Elvis Costello - Shipbuilding (about the Falklands War - and the irony that many of the north of Enlgand shipyards were kept open to build ships to send their sons off to be potentialy killed.)


"Been watching so much TV, I'm thinner than I should be
Just a waterlogged ball, that no one wants to kick around anymore
An all day morning hair do, that no comb can get through,
It's all granola and beer, a calling card and a silk cut souvenier

I miss you like sleep, there's nothing romantic 'bout the hours I keep
The mornings when it starts, I don't look so sharp, now I've got a heavy heart

Talk a lot about football, and girls I kissed in grade 4
**** off my friends, I'm digging a hole just staring at the floor
Now every t-shirts got a wine stain, I'm loving cigarettes again
I know every tune, about guys n girls n hurts n hearts n moons

I miss you like sleep, there's nothing romantic 'bout the hours I keep
The mornings when it starts, I don't look so good, now I've got a heavy heart

It's just a low rent paying, palpitating, pump inside my shirt
But there's a weight that's sitting , so hard, god it hurts, oh it hurts"

You Am I - Heavy Heart

[kingdom hoop]

The genius of Electric Six shouldn't be overlooked. The inescapable primacy of music in life delivered simply and directly. I give you Synthesizer:




You can shake it all around
You can go up and down
You can lose what you found
But you can't ignore my techno

You can go west or east
Confess your sins to a priest
You can slay the wicked beast
But you can't ignore my techno

You can go to the doctor
You can cough in his face
Infect the whole human race
But you can't ignore my techno

You can laugh you can cry
You can live you can die
Spend your days asking why?
But you can't ignore my techno

You can trip on my synthesizer
Electronic world for every boy and every girl
You can trip on my synthesizer
In the end technology onto the world that set us free

Be all that you can be
Just as long as you are free
You were blind and now you see
That was just my techno

You can trip on my synthesizer
Electronic world for every boy and every girl
You can trip on my synthesizer
In the end technology onto the world that set us free

You can trip on my
You can trip on my
You can trip on my
You can trip
You can trip
You can trip on my synthesizer
You can trip on my synthesizer
Let's go.



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Second only to music in the unignorable stakes is, I believe, humour.

[Billsthoughts]

The pawnbroker roared
Also, so, so did the landlord
The scene was so crazy, wasn't it?
Both were so glad
To watch me destroy what I had
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
Why didn't you just leave me if you didn't want to stay?
Why'd you have to treat me so bad?
Did it have to be that way?
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
Yes, and you, I see you're still with her, well
That's fine 'cause she's comin' on so strange, can't you tell?
Somebody had better explain
She's got her iron chain
I'd do it, but I, I just can't remember how
You talk to her
She's your lover now.

I already assumed
That we're in the felony room
But I ain't a judge, you don't have to be nice to me
But please tell that
To your friend in the cowboy hat
You know he keeps on sayin' ev'rythin' twice to me
You know I was straight with you
You know I've never tried to change you in any way
You know if you didn't want to be with me
That you could . . . didn't have to stay.
Now you stand here sayin' you forgive and forget. Honey, what can I say?
Yes, you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can't you reach?
I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
With her picture books of the pyramid
And her postcards of Billy the Kid
(Why must everybody bow?)
You better talk to her 'bout it
You're her lover now.

Oh, ev'rybody that cares
Is goin' up the castle stairs
But I'm not up in your castle, honey
It's true, I just can't recall
San Francisco at all
I can't even remember El Paso, uh, honey
You never had to be faithful
I didn't want you to grieve
Oh, why was it so hard for you
If you didn't want to be with me, just to leave?
Now you stand here while your finger's goin' up my sleeve
An' you, just what do you do anyway? Ain't there nothin' you can say?
She'll be standin' on the bar soon
With a fish head an' a harpoon
An' a fake beard plastered on her brow
You'd better do somethin' quick
She's your lover now

[Dr. Ogba]

From Another Radio Song by Okkervil River:

Bless this tiny alley
we have fallen from tall buildings
we have fallen through the air
into a garden sweetly smelling
of the softest sleeping flowers
now they sit under the sidewalk
now they're waiting for the shining
of some future sun to show us
all that is your beauty
oh, and all that brings you pleasure
I could sigh into your hide
and say I hope I'm here forever
but black sheep boy
with your lovers
with your list of favorite pillows
with your list of missing children
with the wall where you drew windows
overlooking hidden gardens
cut apart by jagged mountains
climbing up into the air
and crumbling down into a fountain
where the water waits forever
like a quiet distant treasure
when you rise up to recover
when you leave this tiny alley
when you meet me in the garden
with your horns all hung with cedar
every spirit brushing past me
brushing past them in the ether
scream all this is window dressing
all you are is flimsy curtains
watch you flame up with a word from us
and won't know that you're burning
burning
burning