šŸŽµ Favourite lyrics in a song

Homos roaming the streets in packs
Queer bashers with tyre-jacks
Lesbian counter-attacks
That stuff is for the big cities
Our town is very pretty
We have a pretty little square
We have a woman for a mayor
Our policy is firm but fair
Now that God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
Any day now Heā€™ll come out
God is in the house

Well-meaning little therapists
Goose-stepping twelve-stepping Tetotalitarianists
The tipsy, the reeling and the drop down pissed
We got no time for that stuff here
Zero crime and no fear
Weā€™ve bred all our kittens white
So you can see them in the night
And at night weā€™re on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
Since the word got out
From the North down to the South
For no-oneā€™s left in doubt
Thereā€™s no fear about
If we all hold hands and very quietly shout
Hallelujah
God is in the house
God is in the house
Oh I wish He would come out
God is in the house

ā€œI drive a rolls royce, cos itā€™s good for my voiceā€ Mark Bolan. Come on. Surely thatā€™s as good as it gets. Now that is rock n roll!

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And Iā€™m thinking about home
And Iā€™m thinking about faith
And Iā€™m thinking about work
And Iā€™m thinking about how good it would be
To be here some day

Iā€™ve got something to put in you,
Iā€™ve got something to put in you,
Iā€™ve got something to put in you,
At the gay bar, gay bar, gay bar.
Wow! (Shout out loud)

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one more for now.

Itā€™s building up inside of me
A place so dark, so cold, I had to set me free
Donā€™t mourn for me,
Youā€™re not the one to place the blame
As bottles call my name I wonā€™t see you tonight

I like Bob Dylanā€™s lyrics but to me the main man lyrically is a bloke you associate with guitar riffs . Mr Chuck Berry , his lyrics were just mathematical , the way they fitted his riffs.

My favourite "Let it rock " . My mother got me into Chuck , magic .

"In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama

Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer

I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes

Tryinā€™ to find somebody to take away these blues

ā€œShe donā€™t love meā€ hear them singing in the sun

Paydayā€™s coming and my work is all done."

doesnt look great written down , but it fits into the music perfectly .

Mama now Iā€™m coming home,

Iā€™m not all you wished of me.

But a motherā€™s love for her son,

unspoken, help me be.

Well I took your love for granted,

And all the things you said to me,

I need your arms to welcome me,

But a cold stone is all I see.

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Itā€™s quiet now.

And as I think my thoughts alone,

I try to keep my head straight, But I think Iā€™m too far gone.

For in the silence, A truth rings even louder,

A constant grinding, begging recognition of its power.

Through its eyes I take the trip, Destiny:

the place Of pain and pleasure absolute, where sorrow has a face

A place of time, where spirit, asked to stand and hold its ground,

has lost its equilibrium and is slowly sinking down.

Down into the darkness that the lack of will affords.

Down into the shadows, past the junkies, past the whores.

Down into the mire, suffocating all that lives

But if I say I care, I lie, for I have no more left to give.

Well I sā€™pose a hand would help. Oh yeah thereā€™s no-one here.

Guess thatā€™s what I wanted. Once again my greatest fear -

I just longed to hear a birdā€™s song Just to let me know thereā€™s light,

but as we all know a songbird never sings its song at night.

But itā€™s quiet now.

A thought, a subtle image, comes creeping round again.

A vision, clear as day projects onto my lens.

If my little heart pounds in hope for once all hopeā€™s not lost,

but even as I try I find the truth demands a cost

exacted from my soul, my only means of recompense,

taken as a toll - for even knowledge charges rent -

removed from me without consent. Iā€™m now a hole to fill,

compounded by the fact that I hear the grinding still.

The darkness, sure and silent, grows fast beyond my reach.

A ray of light has not a chance - the shadows canā€™t be breached.

A fight ensues: and all is waged, until the end has come.

A battle, to the death pits the father against his son.

But now I ask the guide, of this my final fate as Iā€™m lead into the sound,

I hear the closing of the gate. The silence I once feared, at last my final end.

The silence I once hated, has become my only friend.

Again. Itā€™s quiet now.

Like all the lyrics in this song, highlighted my favourite bits but they need the context :lou_smiley:

Electric Six isnā€™t it.

Have no idea how to post videos using a shitty mobile. But, if someone could oblige and post it itā€™ll make you chuckle and liven up a Friday evening

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:lou_wink:

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Originally posted by @steveintheforest

https://youtu.be/ulPgWVC08KI

Steve, you are my wingman - thank you!

That video is legend in the C_S household

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Believe it or not, a mate of mine (an original punk rocker now aged punk rocker) had this song as the first dance at his wedding ā€¦ they rehearsed a little camp dance routine and everything !!

It was surreal. I donā€™t know what was funniest, the fact it was actually chosen or the look on the faces of the parents. Even funnier was when, half way through the song, one by one all the kids at the wedding hit the dance floor and started pogoing. Iā€™ll never forget it ā€¦ fuckinā€™ hilarious !!

ā€¦the marriage lasted about a year and a half I think.

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If you donā€™t eat your meat you canā€™t have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you donā€™t eat your meat?

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In the morning
Donā€™t say you love me
'Cause Iā€™ll only kick you out of the door

ā€œBastard arseholes fucking cunts and pricksā€.

The incomparable, erudite Mr Ian Dury.

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Come on Not tā€™ Krap Fart , you can type those lyrics on this site.

Iā€™ll save you the bother. Hereā€™s the opening lineā€¦

Arseholes , bastards , fucking cunts and pricks .

I assume that was your favourite lyric from the song.

Good choice BTW .

ā€œWe have one collective hope: the Earth. And yet, uncounted people remain hopeless, famine and calamity abound. Sufferers curl themselves into the arms of war; people kill and get killed in the name of someone elseā€™s concept of God. Do we admit that our thoughts & behaviors spring from a belief that the world revolves around us? Each fabricated conflict, self-murdering bomb, vanished airplane, every fictionalized dictator, biased or partisan, and wayward son, are part of the curtains of societyā€™s racial, ethnic, religious, national, and cultural conflicts, and you find the human ego turning the knobs and pulling the levers. When I track the orbits of asteroids, comets, and planets, each one a pirouetting dancer in a cosmic ballet, choreographed by the forces of gravity, I see beyond the plight of humans. I see a universe ever-expanding, with its galaxies embedded within the ever-stretching four-dimensional fabric of space and time. However big our world is, our hearts, our minds, our outsize atlases, the universe is even bigger. There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on the worldā€™s beaches, more stars in the universe than seconds of time that have passed since Earth formed, more stars than words & sounds ever uttered by all humans who have ever lived. The day we cease the exploration of the cosmos is the day we threaten the continuing of our species. In that bleak world, arms-bearing, resource-hungry people & nations would be prone to act on their low-contracted prejudices, and would have seen the last gasp of human enlightenment. Until the rise of a visionary new culture that once again embraces the cosmic perspective; a perspective in which we are one, fitting neither above nor below, but within.ā€

Nice storyā€¦I have to say I prefer this versionā€¦

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When I find out all the reasons
Maybe Iā€™ll find another way
Find another day
With all the changing seasons of my life
Maybe Iā€™ll get it right next time

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