Favourite lyrics in a song

Favourite lyrics in a song
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#61

Fair enough, KRG, except the reason I like the lyrics I’ve posted is because they tell a story, so to post fragments would negate their impact, imo.


#62

That was the idea :persevere:


#63

If you don’t waana fuck me baby

baby fuck off


#64

Well done, ending another one of my threads :wink:


#65

Moons and Junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way that you feel
as every fairy tale comes real; I’ve looked at love that way.
But now it’s just another show. You leave 'em laughing when you go
and if you care, don’t let them know, don’t give yourself away.

…a trick I never manged to pull off. :confused:


#66

When the see-saw snaps and splinters your hand
Don’t come crying to me
I’ll only see your good side
And believe it’s a miracle, a miracle

I slap the water and watch the fish dance
To the ripples of us
We’re just dull blue duds
Blinking eyes encased in rust


#67

Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes,
Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies.

Skin and bones is creeping, doesn’t know he’s dead.
Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head.
Politician’s argue sharpening their knives.
Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives.

Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.

Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it’s way.
Hear the angels singing, what is that they say?
Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay.
Jesus son of Mary is born again today.

Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.


#68

So as not to irritate KRG, here’s one that doesn’t include the whole song :wink:

Last thing I remember I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
“Relax,” said the night man, “We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like but you can never leave”

Bit like this place in some ways …


#69

16 years old when I went to the war
To fight for a land fit for heroes
God on my side and a gun in my hand
Chasing my days down to zero

And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died
And I never did get any older
But I knew at the time that a year in the line
Was a long enough life for a soldier

We all volunteered and we wrote down our names
And we added two years to our ages
Eager for life and ahead of the game
Ready for history’s pages

And we brawled and we fought and we whored till we stood
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder
A thirst for the hun, we were food for the gun
And that’s what you are when you’re soldiers

I heard my friend cry and he sank to his knees
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother
And I fell by his side and that’s how we died
Clinging like kids to each other

And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood
And I wept as his body grew colder
And I called for my mother and she never came
Though it wasn’t my fault and I wasn’t to blame

The day not half over and ten thousand slain
And now there’s nobody remembers our names
And that’s how it is for a soldier


#70

On the National Express there’s a jolly hostess

Selling crisps and tea

She’ll provide you with drink and theatrical winks

For a sky high fee

Mini skirts were in style when she danced down the aisle

Back in '63

But its hard to get by when your arse is the size

Of a small country


#71

I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care


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#74

Jonny Marr admitted he could never recreate that guitar sound. His vocals are awful .

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#75

#76

Well you can lead a horse to water, but you’re never gonna make him drink.

And you can lead a man to slaughter, but you’re never gonna make him think.


#77

Blank frank has a memory that’s as cold as an iceberg
The only time he speaks is in incomprehensible proverbs
Blank frank is the siren, he’s the air-raid, he’s the crater
He’s on the menu, on the table, he’s the knife and he’s the waiter


#78

I don’t know what you heard about me
But a bitch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
That I’m a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I don’t know what you heard about me
But a bitch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
That I’m a motherfucking P-I-M-P


#79

I have seen no evidence to suggest that this is the case.


#80

Wandering lonely through the snow streets of New York

I stumbled on a thrift store that sold postcards by the yard

I bought a mile and shipped them home so I could read

Ten thousand ten-word tragedies, the lives these strangers lead

To remind myself the things I need