🎵 Favourite lyrics in a song

:musical_note: Favourite lyrics in a song
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#161

I was mildly amused by the lyrical skills demonstrated in -

Fuck off Adam Johnson

you’re going down for noncin!


#162

Two little boys had…

maybe not.


#163

Originally posted by @Rallyboy

Two little boys had…

maybe not.

… and just what was going to happen to the Kangaroos after theywere tied down sport? :confused:


#164

Sadly I think we’ve ALL guessed what it is now…


#165

In the distance there’s the changing of the night
Wrapped in blanket cloud to tear your wrongs from rights
This is life traversed more than day by day and you don’t have to be a looker just to see you’ve lost your way
What do you say?
In the morning he will realise what we’ve done
She’ll pack her things and never tell of how we won
It’s a change of heart, but this change of heart isn’t shared by everyone, but this change of heart won’t help you if you run
My darling go to sleep for me
I will breathe you in

And yes I saw it coming but it still came as a shock when your words made me a liar
I spent the evening locked in books trying to find the route you took out of this mire
This is love in versed and played inside out and yeah you may well be the flautist, but there’s still no need to flout this all about
It came as no surprise to me she had to go
Her path at sunrise dusted through with April snow
It’s a change of heart, but this change of heart isn’t shared by all you know
And this change of heart won’t help you lift the low
Go to sleep for me
I will breathe you in

Ladadada (x2)

And it came to this and broken ribs in Rotterdam I’m trying to feel the weight and feel my way, but not at all
Now I’m waltzing through this angry phase of tired eyes and sickly sweet malaise, to turn a phrase and throw the fight
In the distance there’s the changing of the night
Wrapped in blanket cloud to tear your wrongs from rights
It’s a change of heart, but this change of heart’s going to vanish come the light
And this change of heart won’t help you, but I might.
But I might


#166

Shapes within the walkmen

The halo of distortion

Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation


#167

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
And ashtray heart on my sleeve wounded knees
And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm
You wrote upon me when you took my hand

You see I I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it
Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces too easily


#168

It’s never too late
to recapture the benefits of Section 28.
And it’s never too wild
to change GCSE grade boundaries,
the only victim is the child.
And oh, who’s gonna be my Martin Luther King?
And I’ll say, who’s gonna be my Harvey Milk?
And on the steps of parliament, they’re demonstrating
but what’s the use when they’re all cut from the same Eton silk?
I’ll say farewell, farewell to welfare.

And we’ve got a recession to beat.
So let’s more money into the jubilee and a millionaire in Downing Street
And we’ve all got to pay the bills
when we all work for nothing, I don’t see how we ever will.
If I keep my receipts, can I claim back the mistakes and the lives ruined by this government?
Or in another 18 years of budget cuts and tears,
will the people pay for those, just like we pay your rent?
And say farewell, farewell to welfare.

Well give me change, give me equality.
Give me a minister for women that don’t represent me.
Give me a decent, honest Nick who’s on the level,
until the first glimpse of power, he’ll make a deal with the devil.
And you tell me that this is democracy
And you tell me that it ain’t no ‘all boys club’.
And as the thousands march on Westminster
Look how quickly their demands are snubbed.
And you ask me: “Where is the youth vote?”
Well they didn’t let me in,
so you’ll find me in the pub,
raising a toast, to the ghost of welfare.

And I used to dream of a Britain where I’d be proud to bring up kids.
These days, I’d settle for a Britain where I’d be allowed to bring up kids.
And, Mrs May, if I may be so bold as to say that your archaic view of family holds no relevance today.
If you think that honest people really should be turned away
from IVF and B&Bs just because they’re gay,
I suggest you stop requesting that we continue to pay our taxes to a party that’s held us back all the way.
I’ll take my business and my produce and my income tax elsewhere, I’ll say farewell, farewell to welfare.

I’ll say farewell, farewell to welfare.

They’ll say to hell, to hell with welfare.

I’ll say farewell, farewell, I’ll say farewell, farewell,
we’ll I’ll say farewell, farewell to welfare.


#169

The military Intelligence

Two words combined tht can’t make sense.


#170

And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour

I must fear evil,

for I am but mortal and mortals can only die

Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers

That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall

Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation

In the guarded bureaucratic wombs

Minister, minister care for your children,

order them not into damnation

To eliminate those who would trespass against you

For whose is the kingdom,

the power,

the glory

forever and ever,

Amen


#171

Sup up your beer and collect your fags -
There’s a row going on down near Slough.


#172

It’s not revolution tactics
Or cause for anarchy
Just a natural fight for a natural life
Of which systems are afraid


#173

Wha’sa matter you , hey?

Gotta no respect?

What a you think you do?

Why you look a so sad?

Its a not so bad

Its a nice a place

A shuddup a your face.

beautiful, inspiring, lyrical


#174

He struggles to the breakfast table,

still hung-over, hardly able to come to terms with Monday’s new demands,
To activate the microwave,to reheat Friday’s take away,

the cafetiere to muster up some coffee from the grains,

He lights the next last cigarette and promises himself, as he retches in the sink, to change his ways,
He dreams inside the Sun,
Of Zoë, from London, 25.


#175

In the deserts of Sudan
And the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatan
Every woman, every man… We’re all going on a European tour, a european tour, a european tour!

Well the Milan bit set me off, the others, not so much European!


#176

2 years time and the world club football final in Tokyo

You have called it Sfcsim :lou_lol:


#177

Bronx in six
Bronx in six

He never gave any refunds to his mates
Now he wonders why he sits in big house all on his own
With all his plastic and nice painted plates
Bronx in a six, lets do a one skinner you ten bob
Laughing me head off at the old cows that grazed on grass from the boom
It soon turned its jet on ya face and boom
Burnt you Puff Daddy, it maced ya bastards
Good, I fuckin’ laugh like fuck at ya wannabe labels, shoots on location
Cut blokes in stables ra, ra, ra
All ya Chiney wine tasters die in boxes like the rest of us wasters
Bastard, I fucking tie ya veins round ya Vans limited edition
Stitched tongues, bond street like the Von Bondies
He got slapped up right, I wouldn’t fuck about with Jack White
You’re a jammy slug, missed the salt
A twat with nine lives
You’re a lucky little tit cake die, die, die

Bronx in a six
A single skinner, how’s tricks?
Bronx in a six
A single skinner, how’s tricks?

I couldn’t give a fucking shit what you think about me, cunt
What ya saying now where’s ya wife? ya kids? ya house?
You ain’t got none you silly billy
All gone quiet on the wanker front
Gary Coopers on the clue cause he stuck to his guns
Radio edit, oh its so nice
Lauren Laverne keeps playing tumbling dice
Just like you with ya Maharishi shoulder bag
Walking the strip like you fucking own the path
You wonder why you got no mates?
You pretend to be proud of ya own culture
Whilst simultaneously not giving two fucks about ya own culture
What culture? fuck culture, the blueprint for all control
On the dole, money monk, the monastery’s faint flicks of reference
Paint a vague idea, a pound in the fruity
Fuck lolly on that scale you cunt, ya mugged
The money monks saying its prays on bank books

Bronx in a six
A single skinner how’s tricks
Bronx in a six
A single skinner how’s tricks

I knocked ya shit vase over one night
I think you was boring women, you slag off about some buying trip to Hanover, alright
Lobbing out the posh nuts and fucking weird fruit as some appetizer
Clean white tiles, a view to the garden, a room with a poo
I nicked all ya takings and ya fucking mates coke too
Bringing women 'round then bragging about the conquest
With ya pot belly Helmut Lang white vest
Autumn, winter 2002 mind fest

Bronx in a six
A single skinner, how’s tricks?
Bronx in a six
A single skinner, how’s tricks?
Bronx in a six
A single skinner, how’s tricks?
Bronx in a six
A single skinner, how’s tricks?


#178

Kate Tempest :zipper_mouth:


#179

Anything you want to post apart from Bob Dylan…ha!


#180

In Berlin by the wall

You were five foot ten inches tall

It was very nice

Candlelight and Dubonnet on ice

We were in a small cafe

You could hear the guitars play

It was very nice

Oh, honey it was paradise

Lou Reed Berlin 1973

RIP