🎵 Favourite lyrics in a song

:musical_note: Favourite lyrics in a song
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#201

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever
And you know that she’s half-crazy but that’s why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her
Then he gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer that you’ve always been her lover

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind

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

And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind
And you think you maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with her mind

Now, Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river
She’s wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor
And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love and they wil lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds her mirror

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind


#202

It’s four in the morning, the end of December
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New York is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on Clinton Street all through the evening
I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station to meet every train, and
You came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when…


#203

Easily my favourite GNR track


#204

I’ve seen you change the water into wine
I’ve seen you change it back to water too
I sit at your table every night
I try but I just don’t get high with you

I wish there was a treaty we could sign
I wish there was a treaty we could sign
I do not care who takes this bloody hill
I’m angry and I’m tired all the time
I wish there was a treaty
I wish there was a treaty
Between your love and mine

They’re dancing in the street, it’s Jubilee
We sold ourselves for love but now we’re free
I’m sorry for the ghost I made you be
Only one of us was real and that was me

I haven’t said a word since you’ve been gone
That any liar couldn’t say as well
I just can’t believe the static coming on
You were my ground, my safe and sound
You were my aerial

The fields are crying out, it’s Jubilee
We sold ourselves for love but now we’re free
I’m sorry for the ghost I made you be
Only one of us was real and that was me

I heard the snake was baffled by his sin
He shed his scales to find the snake within
But born again is born without a skin
The poison enters into everything

And I wish there was a treaty we could sign
I do not care who takes this bloody hill
I’m angry and I’m tired all the time
I wish there was a treaty
I wish there was a treaty
Between your love and mine


#205

So this is Christmas and what have you done,
Another year over, a new one just begun.

And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun,
The near and the dear ones, the old and the young.

A very merry Christmas and a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one without any fears.

And so this is Christmas for weak and for strong,
The rich and the poor ones, the road is so long.

And so happy Christmas for black and for white
For the yellow and red ones let’s stop all the fights.


#206

I love Lennon, but it’s a fucking trite piece of bollocks


#207

Merry Xmas (war is over) is a fucking dirge, nearly as bad as that soppy leftie bollocks Imagine.


#208

I woke up this mornin’ still wearin’ that tie
The one with the hammer and sickle design
Threw up all the pills my doctor prescribed
And went out to fetch me some air

The streets were so crowded with billboards and signs
Food trucks double parked in their parallel lines
I thought about breakfast but settled on wine
Always choose hunger over despair
And what’s possible over what’s there

But it isn’t as though we get what we want
No matter how hard or long we have fought
Oh my happiness is a mere afterthought
When I’m with her I keep it in mind
Then she leaves and I’ve run out of time

I sat down today in a high barber’s chair
To hear the town gossip and clean up my hair
He said she was seen on the bus station stairs
With her suitcase threatenin’ to walk

Not sure how true it was but I’ll hazard a guess
It’s probably not more and it’s probably not less
If that college kid bookie was accepting bets
The brackets would mostly be chalk
Yeah it’s safe to assume that she’s lost

But it isn’t as though we get what we want
No matter how hard or long we have fought
Oh my happiness is a mere afterthought
When I’m with her I keep it in mind
Then she’s gone and I’ve run out of time

I can’t be concerned with the state that I’m in
At the height of the scandal with vertigo spins
Take every audition til I’m Errol Flynn
And bring it to life off the page

And I’ll get up tomorrow still wearin’ that tie
The one with the skull and the crossbone designs
If I’m asked if i miss her it’s easy to lie
In this world that’s called more of the same
Yeah I wouldn’t feel proud or ashamed

Cuz it isn’t as though we get what we want
No matter how hard or long we have fought
Oh my happiness is a mere afterthought
When I’m with her I keep it in mind
Then she leaves and I’ve run out of time


#209

You see a mousetrap,

I see free cheese and a fucking challenge!


#210

The blim holes in my shellsuit

joined into an absolute

And fell apart one day


#211

You’ve got to hand it to Ivor

http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/ivor_biggun/the_winkers_song.html

Made me chuckle as a nipper…


#212

A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun you can’t trust anyone
I was so sure what I needed was more tried to shoot out the sun
Days when we raged, we flew off the page such damage was done
But I made it through, cause somebody knew I was meant for someone

So girl, leave your boots by the bed we ain’t leaving this room
Till someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom
It’s cold in this house and I ain’t going out to chop wood
So cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good

Put your faith to the test when I tore off your dress in Richmond on high
But I sobered up and I swore off that stuff forever, this time
And the old lovers sing “I thought it’d be me who helped him get home”
But home was a dream, one I’d never seen till you came along

So girl, hang your dress up to dry we ain’t leaving this room
Till Percy Priest breaks open wide and the river runs through
And carries this house on the stones like a piece of driftwood
Cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good

So girl, leave your boots by the bed we ain’t leaving this room
Till someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom
It’s cold in this house and I ain’t going out to chop wood
So cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good
Cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good


#213

Step by step, soft softly We are going to get caught little by little When you kiss me so skillfully I think that you’re malicious delicately Step by step, soft softly We’re going to get caught, little by little And it’s just that this beauty is a puzzle But to put it together here I have the pieces


#214

I’ve been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I’ve cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways

We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms

I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys?

Now, the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there’s a light I hold before me
And you’re the measure of my dreams, the measure of my dreams

Sometimes I’d wake up in the morning
The ginger lady by my bed
Covered in…


#215

No horse ever ran as fast

As the money that you bet

I’m blowing on my cards

And I play them to my chest

Life’s fabric is corrupt

Shot through with corroded thread

As for me I hocked my brains Packed my bags and headed West


#216

Never emptied a birthday party of oldies, quicker than when I put on Ivor’s “More Filth Dirt Cheap” album. They were shocked @cobham-saint


#217

Great Ivor singalong chorus…

Some folks like a pussy, a budgy or a tit,
Some take up with a spaniel pup that fills up the house with [woof, woof]
Now I keep chickens and I’ve a favourite one,
He’s my little cockerel and I don’t know where he’s gone.

Has anybody seen my cock, my big Rhode Island red,
He’s mostly pink with a little bit of blue and purple on his head,
He stands straight up in the morning and he gives my wife a shock,
Has anybody seen, anybody seen, anybody, anybody seen my cock.

He’s a stiff necked little up start and I’ve had him all my life,
He gives me pride and pleasure and a torment to my wife,
Sometimes he’s magnificent and sometimes small and thin,
He puffs up like a chicken when you tickle him under his chin.

His two enormous wattles hanging down, he’s the best you’ll ever find,
Madam you may stroke him if you like, if you feel that way inclined,
Be careful he doesn’t spit in you eye though.


#218

Oh and all I taught her was everything
Oh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything

and also

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life

I know you’ll be a star

In somebody else’s sky
But why
Why
Why can’t it be
Why can’t it be mine


#219

In a totally different tone

I don’t ever want to hate you
So don’t show me your bed
The only roads are cul-de-sacs
The only ends are dead

I don’t ever want to hate you
It’s not part of the plan
So keep your charm where I can’t see it
And your hands where I can


#220

God save The Queen, a fascist regime…