Best line from a song... (Page 6)
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Extreme Veteran ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Love this thread... Never know how much I love you... Never know how much I care... When you put your arms around me... I get a fever that's so hard to bear, you give me fever.. When you kiss me... fever if you live and learn... fever... til you sizzle... what a lovely way to burn |
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Expert ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Tri-Pirate - 2005-08-11 3:23 PM Stake - 2005-08-11 3:12 PM Please, try to challenge me next time ![]() What beach did John Cougar Mellencamp film on with a Jukebox in the sand??? It is in the South. Mellencamp loves hilton head... at least that is what he tells me. |
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Expert ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() TriComet - 2005-08-12 10:45 AM Tri-Pirate - 2005-08-12 10:27 AM It's late in the evening She's wondering what clothes to wear She puts on her make up And brushes her long blonde hair And then she asks me Do I look alright And I say yes, you look wonderful tonight We go to a party And everyone turns to see This beautiful lady That's walking around with me And then she asks me Do you feel alright And I say yes, I feel wonderful tonight I feel wonderful Because I see the love light in your eyes And the wonder of it all Is that you just don't realize How much I love you Eric Clapton, Wonderful Tonight That is one of my favorite songs. Am I the only one who recently learned this was about him being pissed off at some chick for taking too long to get ready to go out??! Hilarious. oops Edited by cerveloP3 2005-08-14 7:35 PM |
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Expert ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Incubus, while not my fave band, has some interesting thought proviking lyrics.: Will I ever get to where I'm going? Will I ever follow through with what I had planned I guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted And the directions for me are a lot less in demand Will I ever get to where I'm going? If I do, will I know when I am there? If the wind blew me in the right direction Would I even care? I would If I hadn't made me I would've been made somehow If I hadn't assembled myself I'dve fallen apart by now If I hadn't made me I'd be more inclined to bow Powers that be would have swallowed me up But that's more than I can allow If you let them fuck you There will be no foreplay But rest assured They'll screw you complete Til' your ass is blue and grey You should make amends with you If only for better health But if you really want to live Why not try and Make Yourself? I like the one in Stellar where he compares being inside his SO to being in outer space... weird, yet touching. |
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Veteran ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() "I don't have a dime but I have some time to listen to your story" - Wharf rat- by the Dead |
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Extreme Veteran![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() `I had money, I had none, I had money, I had none, But I ain`t never been so broke that I couldn`t leave town.` The Doors, The Changeling `There will always be a space in my parking lot` Rolling Stones, Let it Bleed `I know we`ve come a long way, we`re changing day to day, But tell me where do the children play?` Cat Stevens, Where do the Children Play? |
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Elite ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() I've always loved the imagery of this one: "Can not find the candle of thought to light your name." And not leave out Rush: The righteous rise With burning eyes Of hatred and ill-will. Madmen fed on fear and lies To beat and burn and kill. They say there are strangers who threaten us, Our immigrants and infidels. They say there is strangeness to danger us In our theatres and bookstore shelves, That those who know what’s best for us Must rise and save us from ourselves. Quick to judge, Quick to anger, Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear walk hand in hand. By the way, "You Don't Call Me Darling" was NOT written by David Allen Coe. In fact, he mentions that right before he sings that last verse. It was written by Steve Goodman. |
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Buttercup ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love, love All you need is love. - The Beatles. |
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Elite Veteran ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Max, I have to own up to not actually ever hearing anything by Bruce Cockburn except as covered by other people. He's next on my list to purchase now, sounds like my kind of music. Here's one that I've always liked: Don’t you know we got smart bombs, it’s a good thing that our bombs are clever. Don’t you know that the smart bombs are so clever, they only kill bad people. Don’t you know though our kids are dumb, we got smart bombs, what a joyous thing. Here we go so let’s drink a toast, to those clever bombs, and the men who built them. (chorus) There they go now, there go all my friends There they go now, marching off to war again With their bright flags waving in the wind There they go now, marching off to war again Smiling proudly, with their heads in the clouds. Don’t you know this is better than any video friend. it’s an action movie. Here we go watch the bad guys get their butts kicked. really makes me feel Good. here we go watching cnn, the adrenaline rushes through my veins. Don’t you know it’s a feel good show, electronic bliss. it’s a video, video... (chorus) Aren’t you glad we got smart bombs, it’s a damn good thing our bombs are clever It’s a shame that our kids are dumb, but our bombs are smart, what a lucky thing now Don’t you know it’s a feel good show and it’s suitable for the whole darn family Come on out everybody shout, give a big salute to our ingenuity Don’t you know this is better than, any video friend, it’s an action movie... Here we go, watch the bad guys get their butts kicked, and it makes me feel good. Don’t you know it’s nintendo, really gets the blood flowing thru my veins now Don’t you know it’s a feel-good show, electronic bliss, it’s a video, video (War Again / Boingo ) And here's something from Tom Waits that may offend some of you...but it's Tom Waits! He's the best!! When the weather gets rough And it's whiskey in the shade It's best to wrap your savior Up in cellophane He flows like the big muddy But that's ok Pour him over ice cream For a nice parfait Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus Good enough for me Got to be a chocolate Jesus Good enough for me (Choclate Jesus / Tom Waits / Mule Variations) And of course the one that's been stuck in my head since Friday night, some of the best music ever written: It's astounding, time is fleeting Madness takes its toll But listen closely, not for very much longer I've got to keep control I remember doing the TIme Warp Drinking those moments when The blackness would hit me and the void would be calling Let's do the time warp again... Let's do the time warp again! |
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Expert ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() dgunthert - 2005-08-15 9:51 AM By the way, "You Don't Call Me Darling" was NOT written by David Allen Coe. In fact, he mentions that right before he sings that last verse. It was written by Steve Goodman. Didn't say written said original...He was the first to sing it....Half of the songs posted weren't written by the artists just performed by them. |
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Veteran ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() "You got a million dollar smile.......and half a dollar soul" Love that line from Greg Allman |
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Pro ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() fave line from a popular song: She said "Honey, take me dancing" And they ended up a-sleepin' in a doorway By the bodegas and the lights of upper Broadway (Paul Simon, "Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes") fave line from a traditional song: God is his own interpreter and he shall make it plain. ("God Moves in a Mysterious Way") |
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Pro ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Now yours reminds me of another one: she moved so easily all i could think of was sunlight i said, 'aren't you the woman who was recently granted a Fulbright?' she said, 'don't i know you from the cinematographer's party?' and i said, 'who am i, to blow against the wind?' Yeah. I'm kinda fond of his stuff too. |
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Extreme Veteran![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() "good morning, said the sun to the buildings you look like youve been up all night, waiting for my answers there's no more room in heaven, so when you tumble down your bricks will lay foudations, for structures, roads, and towns" Good Morning by lullaby for the working man "i am walking out in the rain and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and i am getting nowhere with you and i can't let it go and i can't get through... the old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door on the first floor she's listening through the air shaft to see how long our swan song can last and both hands now use both hands oh, no don't close your eyes i am writing graffiti on your body i am drawing the story of how hard we tried i am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life, and the rest of it all and your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow i am waiting for sleep to offer up the deed with both hands in each other's shadows we grew less and less tall and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all and i'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all and i am walking out in the rain and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and i am getting nowhere with you and i can't let it go and i can't get through so now use both hands please use both hands oh, no don't close your eyes i am writing graffiti on your body i am drawing the story of how hard we tried hard we tried how hard we tried" Both Hands by Ani Difranco |
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Extreme Veteran![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() and of course i cant forget TOOL Pushit I will choke until I swallow... Choke this infant here before me. What is this but my reflection? Who am I to judge and strike you down? But you're pushing and shoving me. You still love me and you pushit on me. Rest your trigger on my finger, bang my head upon the fault line. Take care not to make me enter. 'cause if I do we both may disappear. But you're pushing me, shoving me. Pushit on me. Slipping back into the gap again. I'm alive when you're touching me, alive when you're shoving me down. But i'd trade it all for just a little bit of piece of mind. Put me somewhere I don't wanna be. Seeing someplace I don't wanna see. Never wanna see that place again. Saw that gap again today as you were begging me to stay. Managed to push myself away, and you, as well. If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay, you minimize my movement anyway, I must persuade you another way. There's no love in fear. Staring down the hole again. Hands upon my back again. Survival is my only friend. Terrified of what may come. Just remember I will always love you, even as I tear your f*ing throat away. But it will end no other way. |
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Expert![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() I think rap songs have some very funny lines - "no chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown up for real" - jay-z "what good is all the fame, if you ain't f**ing the models" - nelly "if this is communication, I disconnect" - The Cardigans (not rap, but a good line in a good song) |
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Expert ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Rap songs are funny, here is a line from The Big Tymers song "Still Fly" gotcha car clean gems on shine, said tell ma ta get her mink, baby girl lets ride You da Numba 1 stunna, and we gonna glide and go straight to the mall, and tear down the inside Prada, Gucci full length leather, Burbons cool, coogie sweater twenty inches pop my feather, The Bird man daddy i fly in any weather Aligator seats with the head in the inside Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly |
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Giver ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() If you don't know about Liz Phair, she writes a lot about relationships gone bad. Oh...and also about sex. She writes a lot about sex.: So Johnny, my love, we got us a witness You walk in clouds of glitter and the sun reflects your eyes I met him at a party and he told me how to drive him home I was talking, not two days ago |
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Buttercup ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Everytime you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Everytime you come around. - Nick Cave Or, if you're in the mood for a Nick Cave murder ballad... Get down, get down, little Henry Lee Edited by Renee 2005-08-16 11:17 AM |
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Champion ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() there is no better sex song than: Wild Berry Pie, by David Wilcox (w/ Mary Chapin Carpenter's harmonious moan on the chorus...) When you pick a sprig of balsam pine, On your hike along the mountain view, You can wrap the scent in corduroy, And bring the mountain home with you. When you sit beside the ocean's edge And dream of what might come to be, Your fingers keep the taste of salt, From the castles made beside the sea. I'm lonely at work now, My hand holds my chin. And my mischievous fingers remind me, And cover my grin. The scent takes me dreaming, To wildberry pie, And the wind hits my sails With the sound of your trembling sigh. When we work to make a berry pie, lips can tell where we have been, Out picking huckleberries wild, to bring the harvest home again. And on the way we sang a tune, what I said is what I meant, Our love is like a red, red rose-- it leaves a certain subtle scent. I'm lonely at work now. My hand holds my chin, And my mischievous fingers remind me and cover my grin The scent takes me dreaming, of wildberry pie, And the wind hits my sails with the sound of your trembling sigh. And the wind hits my sails with the sound of your trembling sigh. |
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Champion ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() then there are love songs... I Love, I Love Dar Williams makes me cry every time I hear it.... I heard love can fall so hard, it can bury a kingdom I heard it makes the spring appear out of season It's a storm in a shadowbox, a force to be reckoned with, When it finds you and find you, it will. And I'd not believed it til I loved, I love The rivers sing and stars awaken above me And the wind and the moon in fits of restless conspiring Turn night to heaven for you. But I am going to a far, far land I know it sure as I've a past and a future With my maps on the table, you see, I have lost many things So many I won't turn back. And were I a deadwood ship, my heart a compass I would leave with inanimate grace, no love could touch me But I live and I know that I'll burn as I grow Though it might break my heart to walk away and so As a moon may adore you and remain, high moon The wind may crown your head with leaves, and keep blowing So I'll stop and I'll watch you, for I love, I love And then be on my way. And then be on my way. |
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Champion ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() so besides sex and love, my other favorite topic is food: Eggs are Good Robbie Fulks There's a small, round food I have oft enjoyed With a shell of white and a shape ovoid It's eggs Wonderful eggs Oh the farmer rises every morn at nine For his hens bear a gift for all mankind It's eggs Farm-fresh eggs There are golden eggs from a golden goose There are eggs that are green in the books of Seuss Green eggs Fairytale eggs I have eaten spinach, I have eaten kelp But the warm golfballs that the white hens whelp Put a spring in my step, bring delight to me When I eat half a dozen, I'm in eggstacy Yes, scrambled, deviled, poached, boiled, or fried Eggs are good, so long as they've died That's eggs Recently killed eggs When your egg is alive, you must send it back To go live with its mom in the chicken shack Full of eggs Living eggs But the dead embryos that the mom begets Are tomorrow's quiches and omelettes That's eggs Versatile eggs I have roamed to Ghana, I have Ghana to Rome Did Juneau that all they eat in Nome Is eggs Penguin eggs And Jamaican girls with their brown-skinned legs Smoke marijuana and they swear by eggs Funky eggs Reefer and eggs Oh, the egg has something for all humans Certain folk like the yolk, some like albumen Even men on the moon use the shell for ships That they fly through the night during each eggclipse Yes an egg a day keeps the doctor near And the bartender, too, as he drops in your beer An egg A great big fucking egg Oh eggs are good, good good good are eggs Eat them fresh as they fall from a chicken's legs Eat eggs Handfuls of eggs Grade-A, extra-large Fuel-injected, super-charged Eggs. |
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Expert ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Well, I walk into the room Passing out hundred dollar bills And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill And I buy the bar a double round of crown And everybody's getting down An' this town ain't never gonna be the same. [Chorus:] Cause I saddle up my horse and I ride into the city I make a lot of noise Cause the girls They are so pretty Riding up and down Broadway on my old stud Leroy And the girls say Save a horse, ride a cowboy. Everybody says Save a horse, Ride a cowboy Big & Rich; Save a horse ride a cowboy |
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