Greatest song lyrics EVER.beat this if you can

[wahoo]

i had a love affair with nina in the back of my cortina , rum in her rybena , rubbing up between her
oh you ask joyce and vicky if candyfloss aint sticky , i"m not a common thicky , i"m billaricay dicky and i"m doing very well !!!

 

[northstandnorth]

No. Punk killed kilburn stone dead. Read me post again.



Deary me By some bizarre freak of nature you seem to have missed ALL the best stuff of an entire era. You're just quoting wall-to-wall shite bands at me. I win. You lose. Laughing AT you

No offence

none taken but have you heard the Ants before he sold out?

 

[northstandnorth]

i had a love affair with nina in the back of my cortina , rum in her rybena , rubbing up between her
oh you ask joyce and vicky if candyfloss aint sticky , i"m not a common thicky , i"m billaricay dicky and i"m doing very well !!!

not quite the right lyric but getting better,
HOWEVER way off beating my first lyric

 

[Superphil]

Besides her man she kneels
Holds him tight and begins to cry
Why why why but why

Her loved one's just another piece of meat
On the battlefields
Why why why but why

Her cries break out into screams
As she now becomes hysterical with grief
Why why why but why

Her loved one's just another piece of meat
On the battlefields
Why why why but why

 

[El Presidente]

c,mon that one was up there with sting gimme jam.gimme better

There's tarts and whores but you're much more
You're a different kind cause you want their minds
And you just don't care cause youve got no pride
It's just a face on your pillowcase....
That thrills you

 

[Keeping The Dream Alive.]

I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain’t forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be

We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The railway arms we’re missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up

I got a job with stanley
He said I’d come in handy
And started me on monday
So I had a bath on sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she’d seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her

I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her

This morning at 4:50
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she’s two years older
Her mother’s with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there’s something missing
I’d beg for some forgiveness
But begging’s not my business
And she won’t write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it’s my assumption
I’m really up the junction

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[Superphil]

There's tarts and whores but you're much more
You're a different kind cause you want their minds
And you just don't care cause youve got no pride
It's just a face on your pillowcase....
That thrills you

Oh, we have a winner

 

[wahoo]

I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain’t forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be

We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The railway arms we’re missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up

I got a job with stanley
He said I’d come in handy
And started me on monday
So I had a bath on sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she’d seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her

I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her

This morning at 4:50
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she’s two years older
Her mother’s with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there’s something missing
I’d beg for some forgiveness
But begging’s not my business
And she won’t write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it’s my assumption
I’m really up the junction

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wins by a mile

 

[Tom Hark Preston Park]

wins by a mile

Admittedly London town's second greatest tune. Don't quite beat this though:

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[Taybha]

Some superb lyrics in amongst that lot, its sad that they will all be forgotten in time and all that will be remembered are classic lyrics such as Dontcha wish ya girlfriend was hot like me.

 

[brakespear]

forgot also (even if it is off the same album):
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Tom Waits, best lyricist imo

 

[Tom Hark Preston Park]

its sad that they will all be forgotten in time and all that will be remembered are classic lyrics such as Dontcha wish ya girlfriend was hot like me.

Indeed. Things like THIS sack of shit will be unduly remembered. Utterly without any redeeming qualities.

Destroy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyHVQT8aIBM

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[1234andcounting]

My current favourite is the first verse of Highway 61 by Dylan. In these highly contentious times with all the great faiths under fire, I like the way he takes the piss out of the story of great patriarch of Judaism/Christianity/Islam..........

"God said to Abraham 'kill me a son'
Abe said 'man, you must be putting me on'
God said 'no'
Abe said 'what!'
God said 'you can do what you want to do, but next time you see me you better run'
Abe said 'where do you want this killing done?'
God said 'down on Highway 61'"

 

[Fef]

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 lids comes down
And break his f***ing fingers
It's a miracle

Personally, I think it's beaten by the very next track on the album...

And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the only explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry
No feelings left
This species has amused itself to death.

Our Roger is a cheerful chappie!

 

[Southy]

Forget Dury and Weller, the king of the new wave lyric writing is this man. Just brilliant.

Is it worth it?
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding.......
Well I ask you
The boy said "Dad they're going to take me to task, but I'll be back by Christmas"
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The result of this shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
And notifying the next of kin
Once again
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding........
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls.

 

[User removed 4]

Is that the dreary pub-rock band that finally knocked it on the head just before punk came along? Dead and buried along with Dr Feelgood and Eddie and the Hot Rods by 1976. Sorry, you lose. The cognoscenti are NEVER wrong. Specially when it comes to punk

Is that the same dr feelgood who had a top ten hit with milk and alcohol in 1979 who were done and dusted by 1976 ?

 

[User removed 4]

I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain’t forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be

We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The railway arms we’re missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up

I got a job with stanley
He said I’d come in handy
And started me on monday
So I had a bath on sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she’d seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her

I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her

This morning at 4:50
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she’s two years older
Her mother’s with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there’s something missing
I’d beg for some forgiveness
But begging’s not my business
And she won’t write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it’s my assumption
I’m really up the junction

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Absolutely superb, cool for cats still my favourite though . Squeeze, forever south london

 

[k2bluesky]

'Just Breathe' - Anna Nalick

 

[7oaksgull]

We think we're pretty smart
Us city slickers get around
And when the going's rough
We kill the pain and relocate
We're never married
Never faithful not to any town
But we never leave the past behind
We just accumulate
So sometimes when the music stops
I seem to hear a distant sound
Of waves and seagulls
Football crowds and church bells
And I...

Wanna go back to my home town
Though I know it'll never be the same
Back to my home town
'Cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there

Joe Jackson: Home Town

 

[public school boy]

My mother had the vicar and the vicar's wife to tea, they cleared the room they blamed the dog but it was me. I've farted I've farted I've made a trowser cough I've whistled in my y fronts I've just pealed one off I've blown my bowel bugle I've been eating peas I've broken wind I've dropped my guts open the window please.