Favourite lyrics in a song

Favourite lyrics in a song
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#41

I must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, I’m certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this I’m pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came

I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away
At five I must have left, there’s no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I’ve done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
Oh yes, I’m sure my life was well within it’s usual frame
The day before you came

I must have opened my front door at eight o’clock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
I’m sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
There’s not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn’t see
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It’s funny, but I had no sense of living without aim
The day before you came

And turning out the light
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came


#42

Well she’s up against the register, with an apron and a spatula,

Yesterday’s deliveries, tickets for a bachelor.

She’s a moving violation, from her conk down to her shoes,

But it’s just an invitation to the blues.

And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth,

At the counter of the Schwarz drug store.

You wonder if she might be single, she’s alone and likes to mingle,

Got to be patient, and pick up a clue.


#43

I won’t ask for promises,

So you don’t have to lie.

We’ve both played that game before,

Say I love you, then say goodbye.


#44

Valerie please believe
It never could work out
The time to make plans
Has passed, faded away
Oh the way you look
Makes my starry eyes shiver
Then I look away
Too much for one day
One thing we share
Is an ideal of beauty

Treasure so rare
That even devils might care
Your swimming-pool eyes
In sea breezes they flutter
The coconut tears
Heavy-lidded they shed
Swaying palms at your feet
You’re the pride of your street
While you worship the sun
Summer lover of fun
Gold number with neighbours
Who said that you’ll go far
Maybe someday be a star
A fast mover like you
And your dreams will all come true

All of my hope, and my inspiration
I drew from you
Our life’s pattern’s drawn in sand
But the winds could not erase
The memory of your face
Deep in the night
Plying very strange cargo
Our soul-ships pass by
Solo trips to the stars, in the sky
Gliding so far
That the eye cannot follow
Where do they go
We’ll never know


#45

Like a fair few Morrissey lyrics, stolen from Shelagh Delaney’s A Taste of Honey.


#46

Hey, I can be the answer
I’m ready to dance when the vamp up
And when I hit that dip, get your camera
You could see I been that bitch since the Pamper
And that I am that young sis, the beacon
The bitch who wants to compete and
I could freak a ‘fit, that pump with the peep and
You know what your bitch become when her weave in
I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and
Sit in that lunch if you’re treatin’
Kick it with ya bitch who come from Parisian
She know where I get mine from and the season
Now she wanna lick my plum in the evening
And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in
I guess that cunt getting eaten

I was in the 212
On the uptown A, nigga you know what’s up or don’t you?
Word to who made ya
I’m a rude bitch nigga, what are you made up of?
I’m a eat ya food up boo
I could bust your 8, I’ma do one too, fuck ya gon’ do?
When you do make bucks, I’ma look right nigga, bet ya do want to fuck
Fuck him like ya do want to cum
Your gay to get discovered in my two-one-deuce
Cock-a-licking in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo, in your doo-rag too, son?
Nigga you’re a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it, wonder who let you come to one-two
With ya doo-doo crew son fuck are you into, huh?
Niggas better oooh-run-run
You could get shot homie, if ya do want to
Put ya guns up, tell your crew don’t front
I’m a hoodlum nigga, you know you were too once
Bitch I’m 'bout to blew up too
I’m the one today, I’m the new shit, boo, young Rapunzel
Who are you bitch, new lunch?
I’ma ruin you cunt


#47

I know all about it, so you don’t have to shout it
I’m gonna straighten it out somehow
Yeah, I wanna do right but not right now


#48

She has a legends surname :wink:


#49

I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on the windy common
That night I ain’t forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said “you are a lady”
“Perhaps” she said. “I may be”

We moved in to a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we’re missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up

I got a job with Stanley
He said I’d come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she’d seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her

I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her

This morning at four fifty
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she’s two years older
Her mother’s with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there’s something missing
I’d beg for some forgiveness
But begging’s not my business
And she won’t write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it’s my assumption
I’m really up the junction


#50

“Kathy” I said

As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburg

“Michigan seems like a dream to me now.”

It took me four days to hitch-hike from Saginaw

I’ve come to look for America.

Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces.

She said the man with the gaberdine suit was a spy.

I said “be careful, his bow-tie is really a camera.”


#51

In the right light, study becomes insight
But the system that dissed us teaches us to read and write
So called facts are fraud
They want us to allege and pledge
And bow down to their God


#52

Originally posted by @Halo-Stickman

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there’s something missing
I’d beg for some forgiveness
But begging’s not my business
And she won’t write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it’s my assumption
I’m really up the junction

This made me feel very sad, Halo :frowning:


#53

Originally posted by @Coxford_lou

Originally posted by @Halo-Stickman

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there’s something missing
I’d beg for some forgiveness
But begging’s not my business
And she won’t write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it’s my assumption
I’m really up the junction

This made me feel very sad, Halo :frowning:

Don’t be too sad, Lou.

I expect Jools and his mates made a bob or two from that record.


#54

On a happier note :wink:

My head was stuck in the cat flap on the door
Where I could see her walking on the kitchen floor
Down on my knees just like a dog
Begging for scraps that she said she hadn’t got

She took her pen, she poked me in the eye
As through the lock I looked to see my world inside
I kicked and swore, void of all brain
I couldn’t see that I was the one to blame

Cold shoulder like a slaughtered cow
In a butcher’s fridge
Cold shoulder, she had laid the plans
Where we built our bridge
To a better life, cold shoulder

I had been chased by a hairbrush that she threw
Life was blurred when the hand of fate came into view
It smacked my face, I was released
I came back home where life became a feast

Cold shoulder like a slaughtered cow
In a butcher’s fridge
Cold shoulder, she had laid the plans
Where we built our bridge
To a better life, cold shoulder
Then I fell over into a bush

…Happy days.


#55

I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime

Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time

Cause at 5 o’clock, they take me to the Gallows Pole

The sands of time for me are running low, yeah!

When the priest comes to read me the last rites

I take a look through the bars at the last sights

Of a world that has gone very wrong for me

Can it be that there’s some sort of error

Hard to stop the surmounting terror

Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?

Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming

It’s not easy to stop from screaming

The words escape me when I try to speak

Tears flow, but why am I crying

After all I’m not afraid of dying

Don’t I believe that there never is an end

As the guards march me out to the courtyard

Somebody cries from a cell “God be with you”

If there’s a God then why has he let me go?

As I walk my life drifts before me

Though the end is near I’m not sorry

Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away

Mark my words, believe my soul lives on

Don’t worry now that I have gone

I’ve gone beyond to seek the truth

When you know that your time is close at hand

Maybe then you’ll begin to understand

Life down here is just a strange illusion.

Yeah hallowed be thy name

Yeah hallowed by thy name

Yeah


#56

Right, I’m going to say it.

Picking a whole song is a kop out. Make a decision and pick your favourite lyric.


#57

The wall on which the prophets wrote

is cracking at the seems

Upon the instruments of death

The sunlight brightly gleams

When every man is torn apart

With nightmares and with dreams

Will no one lay the laurel wreath

When silence drowns the screams.

Confusion will be my epitaph

As I crawl a cracked and broken path

If we make it we can all sit back and laugh

But I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying

Yes I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying

Crying

Crying


#58

Originally posted by @Sadoldgit

The wall on which the prophets wrote

is cracking at the seems

Ha! Great wacky backy smoke filled bed-sit days…rack it up to 11 SoG! Stick at it…we CAN change the world. :laughing:


#59

Still I wonder how it is to be a stream

From a dark well constant flowing

Winding seawards over ancient mossy wheels

Yet feel no need of knowing?

Still I wonder how it is to be a tree

Circled servant to the seasons

Only drink on sky and rake the winter wind

And need to seal of reasons?

Still I wonder why I am here

All my words just a shaft of my flail

As I race o’er this beautiful sphere

Like a dog who is chasing his

Tailors and tinkers, princes and Incas

Sailors and sinkers, before me and like me…

Still I wonder how it is to be a bird

Singing each dawns sweet effusions;

Flying far away when all the world has stirred

Yet seek no vain conclusions…

Still I wonder if I passed some time ago

As a bird or a stream or a tree?

To mount up high you first must sink down low

Like the changeable tides of the

Caesars and Pharoahs, prophets and heroes,

Poets and hobos, before me and after me all the

Painters and dancers, mountainside chancers,

Merchants and gamblers, bankers and ramblers,

Winners and losers, angels and boozers,

Beatles and Bolans, raindrops and oceans,

Kings, pawns and deacons, fainthearts and beacons,

Caesars and Pharoahs…


#60

Faaaaar out man! :cool: