4 lines, can't contain the title of the song: I'll start: [rquoter]Just before our love got lost you said I am as constant as a northern star, and I said Constantly in the darkeness, where's that, I'll be in the bar[/rquoter] [rquoter]He says the Brazos still runs muddy Just like she's run all along And there ain't never been no cane to grind The cotton's all but gone[/rquoter] and for the D&D: [rquoter]Trouble with the maples! And they're quite convinced they're right They say the Oaks are just too lofty And the grab up all the light![/rquoter]
Thursday night I'm makin' Denise Friday night I'm makin' Therese Saturday night I'm making Louise Oh, why can't I be making Love come true?
I Know someday you'll have a beautiful life I hope - you'll be a star In Somebody else's sky But Why, Why, Why... Can't it be... Can't it be mine?
You once believed that crazy accidents were happening to you You were chasing a capricious wing Whenever bad luck and trouble happened to pursue you The dice would surely save your skin This could be suffering, this could be pleasure I'm unaware of any difference My head is aging, my ba**s are aching But I'm not looking for deliverance I look at baggy suits and leather capped with puke I look at Richmond married couples denim look I watch my kids grow up and ridicule the bunch When you are eleven the whole world's out to lunch I've got that numb-to-a-thumb, over-dubbed, feeling social when the world is sleeping The plot starts to thicken then I sicken and I feel I'm cemented down I'm so juiced that the whorey lady's sad sad story has me quietly weeping But here comes the morning, here comes the yawning demented clown
The last time I freaked out I just kept lookin' down I st-st-stuttered when You asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout felt like I couldn't breathe You asked what's wrong with me My best friend Leslie said "Oh, she's just bein' Miley" And next time we hang out I will redeem myself My heart, can't rest till then Whoa, whoa, I I can't wait To see you again
Mine's in my signature. I love spiritual lyrics. Another favorite: She put on happiness like a loose dress over pain I'll never know "So the peace you had," she said, "I must confess I'm glad to see it go." We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door. Makes you so happy and so sad - which should I be more sorry for?
I remember being richer than a king, the minutes of the day were golden I recall that when the joint passed round, my body felt a little colder But now I'm like a sewer channel - running lime and scag Let me get at the master panel - let me at my stack We'll be fighting in the streets, with our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on, sit in judgement of all wrong They decide and the shotgun sings the song You're watching movies trying to find the feelers, You only see what we show you. We're the slaves of the phony leaders Breathe the air we have blown you Athena, my heart felt like a shattered glass in an acid bath I felt like one of those flattened ants you find on a crazy path I'd of topped myself to give her time she didn't need to ask Was I a suicidal psychopath? I woke up in a Soho doorway, a policeman knew my name He said "You can go sleep at home tonight if you can get up and walk away" I staggered back to the underground and the breeze blew back my hair I remember throwin' punches around and preachin' from my chair: "Who are you?" OK, the end. sorry, the guy's just written so many memorable lyrics, it's hard to pick just one set of 4. Pete Townshend- best songwriter ever (apologies to Dylan, Smokey Robinson, Springsteen, Costello, Stipe, Chuck Berry, Peart, and countless others).
Neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back, ya Spine cracked for tobacco, oh i'm the marlboro man Our past blastin' on through tha verses, Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' broadway like hearses Child molesters and Jesuits Holding secret conference Underneath the pontiff’s nose And only God will ever know
'All you need is love' is a lie, cuz we had love, but we still said goodbye, now we're tired, battered fighters
All the labor landed in the sod where the digger cried its my calling, sir and it is no mistake that I put you in the ground so well and if they pay me well thats great it's just gravy I'd do it anyway All the labor stood up and shouted I'll wait for you fun lovin' Minever Cheevy with all yer drunken dellusions I am a sensational place of comeraderie and pleasure won't you stand with me in your garden once more All the labor although it be brick on brick stitch on stitch and earn to urn a presence on the lift what this great ole nation was built on boy outlives the package everyday mama mama everyday
Julius Caeser And the Roman Empire Couldn't conquer the blue skies _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ And when the bottom finally fell out I became withdrawn The only thing I knew how to do was keep on keepin' on _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ The magazine she flips through Is the special double issue It smells like perfume She leaves it on the plane Baggage claim is this way So watch her walk down that way In a hurry to put an end to this day _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Jealous lovin will drive you crazy If you can't find your goodness because you lost heart Oh sour grapes, because I lost my heart _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ No more will you cry Baby I would leave you never We start and end as one In love forever _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Yes I'm going insane And I'm laughing at the frozen rain And I'm so alone Honey when they gonna send me home _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ You think you're alone Until you realise you're in it Now fear is here to stay Love is here for a visit _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Now all my fathers, they've gone down True love they've been without it. But all their daughters put me down 'Cause I don't think about it. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I could go on forever, but I'll wait
Damn!!! I couldn't wait, more great lyrics R&B style My love will be so sound It would take about 100 lifetimes To live it down, wear it down, tear it down _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Why in the world would anybody put chains on me I've paid my dues to make it Everybody wants me to be What they want me to be I'm not happy when I try to fake it! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ It doesn't matter what I do I can't stop, thinking about you The little things you said, the things you do to me in bed Oh Baby, I can't get you out of my head _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 12:45 headed for the subway home I took my time cuz I felt so all alone _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I can live without love If I wanted to, in this lonely room But I don't want to, so I leave it up to you To wash away my gloom _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ It always ends up this way Me begging you everyday A love that I cannot have You broke my heart into half _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, And we were Gone Hanging out with your Dwarf Men We were so turned on By your lack of conclusions ------------------------------------------------------------------------- She said that she was working for the ABC News It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use Her perfume was unspeakable It lingered in the air ------------------------------------------------------------------------- And here's a nice one about MArgaret Thatcher She spills with compassion, as that young child's face in her hands she grips Can you imagine all that greed and avarice coming down on that child's lips ----------------------------------------------- The salty lips of the socialite sisters With their continental fingers that have never seen working blisters Oh I know they've got their problems I wish I was one of them -------------------------------------------------------------------- But every night and day I salute the flag and say Thank you jesus Cause im, Im a secret agent man --------------------------------------------------------------------- Its a wonderful time to be here Its nice to be alive Wonderful people everywhere The way they comb their hair ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Remember Allende, and the days before, Before the army came Please remember Victor Jara, In the Santiago Stadium, Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I wasn't born so much as I fell out Nobody seemed to notice me We had a hedge back home in the suburbs Over which I never could see
One I have always liked. "Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly..."
pt 2. The hip hop phase. Cause we take it back like Robin Locksley Rockin from country sides to spots where hard rocks be I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel (Yes it is a real rap song talking about Robin of Locksley from Robin Hood.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The victor is no way Ah, ah the tool spinners Cooking the full dinner Killing the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's (same group referencing Yul Brenner's role in Moses - the Charlton Heston Flick. It's absolutely the best rap since Public enemy.)
Crap something else I forgot. 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 In the end, it took me a dictionary To find out the meaning of unrequited While she was giving herself for free At a party to which I was never invited ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
ok, a few more: [rquoter]Subway's no way, for good man to go down Rich man can ride, and a hobo, he can drown and I thank the lord for the people I have found I thank the lord for the people I have found[/rquoter] [rquoter]For so long has this room been too hollow We wait by the gates for an echo In the flesh of your newly cleaned frescos Where Jesus holds John to his breast[/rquoter] [rquoter]your faith was strong, but you needed proof you saw her bathing on the roof her beauty and the moonlight overthrough you[/rquoter] hard to do this one w/o mentioning the song title: [rquoter]Everybody knows you've been discreet But there were so many people you just had to meet Without your clothes And everybody knows[/rquoter]
Shine, shine, the light of good works shine The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime That golden light all grimy now Three hundred years have passed The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast The artist knew their faces well The husbands of his lady friends His creditors and councillors In armour bright, the merchant men Official moments of the guild In poses keen from bygone days The city fathers frozen there Upon the canvas dark with age The smell of paint, a flask of wine And turn those faces all to me The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft And Dutch respectability They make their entrance one by one Defenders of that way of life The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie Guitar lessons for the wife So many years we suffered here Our country racked with Spanish wars Now comes a chance to find ourselves And quiet reigns behind our doors We think about posterity again And so the pride of little men The burghers good and true Still living through the painter's hand Request you all to understand
