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don't know if we've had this before but I was listening to a proclaimers album earlier and was reminded just how humourous, and clever, a lot of their lyrics are :)

So, from "Lady luck"

So I ran round the corner,
The bookies there I entered
Put ten quid on a mare
From a stud in Kildare
But though the jockey beat her,
In Belgium they will eat her.
The tannoy began to rip as I tore up the slip
 
The Proclaimers have some great songs, more so if you get away from the hits.
Not sure about over all lyrics but my two fave opening lines are

"My new purple shoes
Bin amazin' the people next door"
Tenement Funster by Queen



"I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for a place called Lee Ho ****'s
Going to get himself a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London"
Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon

Tony
 
Threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back
A name in your recollection
Down among a million same

Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over
When I've looked right through to see you naked but oblivious
And you don't see me



A Perfect Circle - 3 Libras
 
"She was a girl from Birmingham, she'd just had an abortion" Bodies -Sex Pistols

They don't write 'em like that any more :lol:
 
The White Horse
Above and below
by land and water
a white horse
a snow white horse
our hope and comfort
the city encompasses

Men swim the sea
my own children suffer
an angel
a snow white horse
our hope and comfort
the city encompasses

And where is the help
so often promised
and when will the wind serve?
for it is hard to wait
and death to so many

Aid far away
no more food for hunger
at midnight
an angel
a snow white horse
this city doth encompass

From Shaun Davey's The Relief of Derry Symphony.

Missing a lot without the music and knowing the context...
 
Incubus- Pardon Me:

A decade ago,
I never thought I would be,
at twenty-three, on the verge of
spontaneous combustion. -Woe-is-me.-
But I guess that it comes
with the territory,
An ominous landscape of
never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear,
I need you to see
that I have had all I can take and
exploding seems like an imminent possibility
to me.

So pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!

Not two days ago,
I was having a look
in a book
and I saw a picture of a guy
fried up above his knee.
I said, "I can relate,"
cause lately I've been thinking of combustication
as a welcome vacation from
the burdens of
the planet Earth.
like gravity, hypocrisy,
and the perils of being in 3-D...
but thinking so much differently.
 
I know you wont believe it too, but I went with her coz she looks like you
Babies - Pulp
still you've bought a toy that can reach the places he never goes ( :lol: )
Do you remember the first time - Pulp

You must philosiphise, but why must you bore me to tears?
Autopsy by Alexandra Elene Maclean Denny (RIP)

Two lovers kiss amongst the scream of midnight
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude
That's entertainment, The Jam

I could do entire Richard Thompson songs, his lyrics are superb.
 
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun
in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, can't it be mine
 
Needlework the way, never you betray
life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
chop your breakfast on a mirror
Taste me you will see
more is all you need
you're dedicated to
how I'm killing you


Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
 
Shop at kwik save and you make a good saving
Difference in prices is truly amazing
Chips from the freezer come in very big portions
Down our end you get fantastic reductions

You're a cheeky sod
You've changed the odds
Well if that's what you want

Dump the nag, and then you're shopping in sainsbury's
Look so good all the people won't phase you
They'll all be looking at you spending a fortune
Like the second coming with a much better hairdo

You're a cheeky sod
You've changed the odds
Well if that's what you want

Kiss me, hit me, do what you want to me
Kiss me, lick me, do what you want to me now
I'll be leaving soon

Look in the mirror and you see you are perfect
Pity 'bout the scar that is hidden below deck
Just like new 'cos your change is so drastic
Stay in the shade 'cos you're so ****ing plastic

Don't look twice
'cos you've got different eyes
Than the ones that were fine
That you could see through
Don't look twice
'cos you've got different thighs
Than the ones that were fine
That you could sit through, yeah
 
Remember when you were young,
You shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes,
Like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom,
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!



Shine on you crazy diamond - Pink Floyd
 
John Cooper Clarke, a poetical genius...........;)


Like a Night Club in the morning, you’re the bitter end.
Like a recently disinfected ****-house, you’re clean round the bend.
You give me the horrors
too bad to be true
All of my tomorrow’s
are lousy coz of you.

You put the **** in Shatter
Put the Pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about
Your face is just a stain

You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag.
Do us all a favour, here... wear this polythene bag.

You’re like a dose of scabies,
I’ve got you under my skin.
You make life a fairy tale... Grimm!

People mention murder, the moment you arrive.
I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive.
You’ve got this slippery quality,
it makes me think of phlegm,
and a dual personality
I hate both of them.

Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay.
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away.
Like a death a birthday party,
you ruin all the fun.
Like a sucked and spat our smartie,
you’re no use to anyone.
Like the shadow of the guillotine
on a dead consumptive’s face.
Speaking as an outsider,
what do you think of the human race

You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
He recommended suicide...
before scratching your bad name off his list,
and pointing the way outside.

You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart.
You’re heading for a breakdown,
better pull yourself apart.

Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss.
Your attitudes are platitudes,
just make me wanna ****.

What kind of creature bore you
Was is some kind of bat
They can’t find a good word for you,
but I can...
****.


Beasley Street is good as well,amongst others.
 
I needed so much to have nothing to touch. I've always been greedy that way

'The Night Comes On' by Leonard Cohen
 
"He ripped my clothes right off .... He ate my heart and then he ate my brain" ..... :D


Any guesses ..?
 
'If we're altogether screaming...why can't we make a sound?
Because the dirt on which we're stepping, is the one in which
we will be found'

:love:
 
Today, I'm listening to Forever Young......
Lyrics originally by Bob Dylan, but I think this is one of those rare occurences where a cover version beats the original hands down......

Audra May - Forever Young
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May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
 
Another from Pink Floyd:

Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
 
Directionless so plain to see
A loaded gun won't set you free

new dawn fades - joy division
 
Marcel said:
Today, I'm listening to Forever Young......
Lyrics originally by Bob Dylan, but I think this is one of those rare occurences where a cover version beats the original hands down......

Audra May - Forever Young
[youtube]VDzJbmZe2rw[/youtube]

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
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Thats really beautiful Marcel. Even though I was around in the days of Bob Dylan I dont remember it. I like the quote in your signature too.
Sue
 
From 'Cinema Near You' by me :) - written about Jennifer Aniston :naughty:

My girl Jennifer is sweet and fair
She made a million dollars from her shiny hair
Used to be a waitress in a New York place
Where the customers would tip her for her pretty face

I hope she told her Friends
That our love would never end
One day I saw her in
Celebrity Skin

My girl Jennifer she makes me mad
I was very disappointed when she married Brad
She could have told me that it had to stop
By meeting me in person at the coffee shop

She's a Manhatten Queen
But her character's Green
Although her profile's high
She doesn't like to fly

Anothe couple of lines I can't remember, then :

I had to call her on the telephone
Since the judge awarded Jenny an exclusion zone

There's a break and a verse I can't remember.

Then it plays out with Cinema near you, go see her at a cinema near you, pay your monet at a cinema near you etc

I'll have to dig that out and play it again !
 
Iggy Pop.

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin' la la la la lalalala...
 
Solsbury Hill - Peter Gabriel

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city lights
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night

He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen, had no choice

I did not believe the information
I Just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom, boom
Son, he said, grab your things
I've come to take you home.

Eh, don't quit

To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut

So I went from day to day
Though my life was in a rut
'Til I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I should cut

I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
Hey, he said, grab your things
I've come to take you home.

Yeah, back home

When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free

Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes, but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me

Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
Hey, I said, You can keep my things
They've come to take me home.
 
She just looked at me uncomprehendingly
Like cows at a passing train
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Something I've experienced once or twice :)

Don Henly from If Dirt were Dollars
 
a lot of good ones already posted, but for me lyrics are more a mood thing, one day may be Chris Isaacs' Wicked Game, another might be Squeeze - Up the Junction..

today though Im in the mood for this:
I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and **** loads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them

And i’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
Cause everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner

[Chorus]
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars and cussing each other
But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic
and that’s what makes my life so ****ing fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
And its not my fault it’s how I’m programmed to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah we're on to a winner

Chorus
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

[Bridge]
Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
Now everything's cool as long as I’m gettin thinner

[Chorus]
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cause I’m being taken over by fear

-lily allen, The Fear
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but my favourite lyrics...

Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing
Momma's will keep Baby cozy and warm
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall
(awesome kick ass Gilmour Solo here..)
Mother, do you think she's good enough
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother, will she break my heart?

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through
Momma's gonna wait up until you get in
Momma will always find out where you've been
Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me

Mother, did it need to be so high?

- Mother, Pink Floyd
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I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late
For things to go my way
It always ends up the same
(Count your blessings)
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise
(Count your blessings on one hand)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe,
Even though his joints are clogged with rust.

My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.
Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day
(Count your blessings)
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.
Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late
(Count your blessings on one hand)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.
 
mrgas said:
Directionless so plain to see
A loaded gun won't set you free

new dawn fades - joy division
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Joy Division made some brilliant stuff.


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Billy: Four minutes and counting.
Jim: O.K.
Billy: They pressed the button, Jim.
Jim: They pressed the button Billy, what button?
Billy: The big red one.
Jim: You mean THE button?
Billy: Goodbye, Jim.
Jim: Goodbye! Oh yes. This ain’t au revoir, it’s goodbye! Ha! Ha!
Jim: This is KAOS. It’s a beautiful, balmy, Southern California summer day.
It’s 80 degrees … I said balmy … I could say bomby … Ha! Ha! …O.K.
I’m Jim and this is Radio KAOS and with only four minutes left to us, let’s use
this as wisely as possible.
Molly: Everybody got someone they call home.
Jim: Out at Dodger Stadium.
It’s the bottom of the seventh, the Dodgers are leading
Three to nothing over the Giants, and for those of you who are looking to go
surfing tomorrow, too bad.
‘Phone rings.
Jim: I’m kinda lost in here to tell you the truth …
 
So many great lyrics...


We cower in our shelters
With our hands over our ears
Lloyd-Webber’s awful stuff
Runs for years and years and years
An earthquake hits the theatre
But the operetta lingers
Then the piano lid comes down
And breaks his ****ing fingers
It’s a miracle
 
And they'll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night

or

The only sun she ever saw was the two he left her with

Guesses anyone, very easy for the slightly older generation
 
Steep said:
Remember when you were young,
You shone like the sun.
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Grendel said:
Another from Pink Floyd:

Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

.
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matty said:
Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother, should I build the wall?...
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Cracking stuff guys :thumbs:
More Floyd In a quiet sorta mood:-


Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine................

(Echoes)

Or

...........When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

(Comfortably Numb )

or

....If you should go skating,
On the thin ice of modern life,
Dragging behind you the silent reproach,
Of a million tear-stained eyes,
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice,
Appears under your feet.
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind,
With your fear flowing out from behind,
You as you claw the ice.

(Thin Ice )
 
If your'e a certain age, you'll know this one:


Meanwhile back in the year One --- when you belonged to no-one ---
you didn't stand a chance son, if your pants were undone.
`Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society ---
one day you'll wake up in the Present Day ---
a million generations removed from expectations
of being who you really want to be.

Skating away ---
skating away ---
skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.

So as you push off from the shore,
won't you turn your head once more --- and make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay,
will live just one more day ---
to do the things they should have done.
And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness:
you feel you have to pray.
Looking for a sign
that the Universal Mind (!) has written you into the Passion Play.

Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.

And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind ---
you're a rabbit on the run.
And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye ---
shining in the setting sun.
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's
too damn real and in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like
you're the only person sitting in the audience?
 
You can't beat a bit of Jethro Tull :thumbs:
 
Grendel said:
You can't beat a bit of Jethro Tull :thumbs:
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Indeed, and I thought I posted the lyrics to "Wond'ring aloud" earlier this morning, but they aren't here so I must have brain failure :(.
 
Another Tull favourite of mine:

The Clasp

We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits,
gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind
hard-weather hoods a-hiding.
Meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channel
afraid to chance a gentle touch -
afraid to make the clasp.

In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent of ages.
On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl
commuters in their cages. Cryptic signals flash
across from pilots in the fast lane. Double-locked
and belted in -
too late to make the clasp.

Let's break the journey now on some lonely road.
Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload.
Talk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken fear.
Refill the cup and drink it up. Say goodnight and
wish good luck.

Synthetic chiefs with frozen smiles holding unsteady courses.
Grip the reins of history, high on their battle horses.
And meeting as good statesmen do before the T.V.
eyes of millions, hand to hand exchange the lie -
pretend to make the clasp.
 
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