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My favourite song lyrics: Part 1 (of many)

March 3, 2009

What are your favourite song lyrics?
This is the opening salvo from me:

The greatest lyric of all time (and utterly postmodern for those interested in such things)
“Tramps like us,
And we like tramps”
Charlemagne in Sweat Pants
The Hold Steady

“They were married in June
She was gone before the leaves were even turning
She said “Well, I knew he was a fool, but I
somehow thought my welfare concerned him”
Unhappy Song
Lloyd Cole

“They smelt of pubs
And Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right-wing meetings”
Down in the Tube Station
The Jam

“A freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow”
I am a Rock
Simon & Garfunkel

“There’s a crowd says I’m alright
Say they like my turn of phrase
Take me round to their parties
Like some dressed up monkey in a cage.
And I play my accordion
Oh! but when the wine seeps through the facade
It’s nothing but the same old story
Nothing but the same old story”
Nothing but the Same Old Story
Paul Brady

“From the time I could walk he’d take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Café
Where old men with beer guts and dominoes
Lied about their lives as they played
I was a kid and they all called me sidekick
Like Desperados waiting for a train”
Desperados Waiting for a Train
Guy Clark

“88 you wait the S-One’s will
Put the left in effect and I still will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some say I’m negative
But they’re not positive
But what I got to give
The media says this
Red black and green
Know what I mean
Yo, don’t believe the hype”
Don’t Believe the Hype
Public Enemy

“Everything dies baby, that’s a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back”
Atlantic City
Bruce Springsteen

“We just sit in this hazy bubble with our quarters
Discussing how beautiful Gail Porter is”
The Irony of It All
The Streets

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8 Comments leave one →
  1. March 4, 2009 12:40 am

    You can see it by satellite but baby that’s cheatin’. The President’s callin’ an emergency meetin’. The King of Siam sent a telegram sayin’ “Wop bop a loop a lop a lop boom bam. Wooeee.The Cramps. What’s Inside a Girl.Ridiculous but sublime.

  2. March 4, 2009 1:09 am

    What a shout

  3. March 4, 2009 9:05 am

    Our lives are just a point along a line, that runs forever with no end.Al Stewart (Lord Grenville)and on a lighter note..I push it in, she pulls it outI push it back, she starts to shout:”Dr. Kitch, you are terrible,I can’t stand the sight of your needleLord Kitchener

  4. March 6, 2009 2:45 pm

    “Back then it was unifiedThe punks, the skins, the greaser guysThen one summer, two kids diedAnd one of them was crucifiedNow it’s so competitiveThe sleeplessness and sedativesI know it sounds repetitive”The Hold Steady”And I was always so impulsive,I guess that I still am,And all that really mattered thenWas that I was a man.I guess that our being togetherWas never meant to be.And martha, martha,I love you cant you see? “Tom Waits”The Grand Canary Islands first land to which they camethey slaughtered all the canaries there which gave the land its namethere were natives there called guanches, guanches by the scorebullet’s, disease the portugese, they weren’t there any more”Randy Newman

  5. March 8, 2009 9:35 am

    Where eer we go, we celebrateThe land that makes us refugeesFrom fear of priests with empty platesFrom guilt and weeping effigiesAnd we danceThousands are sailing, The Pogues

  6. March 8, 2009 10:41 pm

    They took you up to midnight massAnd left you in the lurchSo you threw a button in the plateAnd spewed up in the churchSick Bed of CuchullainThe Pogues

  7. March 10, 2009 11:51 pm

    Top shout from Dan”Those were days of roses,Poetry and prose andMartha all I had was youAnd all you had was me”MarthaTom Waits

  8. October 31, 2009 4:54 am

    "And I will stroll the merry wayAnd jump the hedges firstAnd I will drink the clearClean water for to quench my thirstAnd I shall watch the ferry-boatsAnd they'll get highOn a bluer oceanAgainst tomorrow's skyAnd I will never grow so old againAnd I will walk and talkIn gardens all wet with rain"

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