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[Music] Share the greatest lyrics you've ever heard with me.







Weststander

Well-known member
Aug 25, 2011
68,971
Withdean area
I Am the Walrus
The Beatles
I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
I'm crying
Sitting on a corn flake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
Mister City policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
Sitting in an English garden
Waiting…

Similarly, a take on UK life in 1967, viewed through acid? Masterful:


I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph

He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords

I saw a film today, oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read the book
I'd love to turn you on

Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream

I read the news today, oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall
I'd love to turn you on
 


super-seagulls

Soup! Why didn’t I get any Soup?
Feb 1, 2011
3,126
Probably working!
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look? Ooh
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fullfil the book

Is it prophets? I always assumed it was profits! (you know before fair trade)
:dunce:
 


jimhigham

Je Suis Rhino
Apr 25, 2009
7,992
Woking
The genius of Jarvis. I give you Wickerman by Pulp: a song in three acts. As if these words aren’t divine enough (Trebor Factory anybody), this comes with lashings of Scott Walker production. In fact, this will almost certainly now magically appear on the best song you’ve heard today thread.

Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs through' a concrete channel.
I took you there once; I think it was after the Leadmill.
The water was dirty & smelt of industrialisation
Little mesters coughing their lungs up & globules the colour of tomato ketchup.
But it flows. Yeah, it flows.
Underneath the city through' dirty brickwork conduits
Connecting white witches on the Moor with pre-raphaelites down in Broomhall.
Beneath the old Trebor factory that burnt down in the early seventies.
Leaving an antiquated sweet-shop smell & caverns of nougat & caramel.
Nougat. Yeah, nougat & caramel.
And the river flows on.
Yeah, the river flows on beneath pudgy fifteen-year olds addicted to coffee whitener
And it finally comes above ground again at Forge Dam: the place where we first met.
I went there again for old time's sake
Hoping to find the child's toy horse ride that played such a ridiculously tragic tune.
It was still there - but none of the kids seemed interested in riding on it.
And the cafe was still there too
The same press-in plastic letters on the price list & scuffed formica-top tables.
I sat as close as possible to the seat where I'd met you that autumn afternoon.
And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it
I finally took your face in my hands & I kissed you for the first time
And a feeling like electricity flowed through' my whole body.
And I immediately knew that I'd entered a completely different world.
And all the time, in the background, the sound of that ridiculously heartbreaking child's ride outside.
At the other end of town the river flows underneath an old railway viaduct
I went there with you once - except you were somebody else -
And we gazed down at the sludgy brown surface of the water together.
Then a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the river
When coming home from the pub on a Saturday night.
But that this custom had died out when someone jumped
Landed too near to the riverbank
Had sunk in the mud there & drowned before anyone could reach them.
I don't know if he'd just made the whole story up, but there's no way you'd get me to jump off that bridge.
No chance. Never in a million years.
Yeah, a river flows underneath this city
I'd like to go there with you now my pretty & follow it on for miles & miles, below other people's ordinary lives.
Occasionally catching a glimpse of the moon, through' man-hole covers along the route.
Yeah, it's dark sometimes but if you hold my hand, I think I know the way.
Oh, this is as far as we got last time
But if we go just another mile we will surface surrounded by grass & trees & the fly-over that takes the cars to cities.
Buds that explode at the slightest touch, nettles that sting - but not too much.
I've never been past this point, what lies ahead I really could not say.
I used to live just by the river, in a dis-used factory just off the Wicker
The river flowed by day after day
"One day" I thought, "One day I will follow it" but that day never came
I moved away & lost track but tonight I am thinking about making my way back.
I may find you there & float on wherever the river may take me.
Wherever the river may take me.
Wherever the river may take us.
Wherever it wants us to go.
Wherever it wants us to go.
 


Doonhamer7

Well-known member
Jun 17, 2016
1,448
“My son ask for thyself another kingdom for that which I leave you is too small for thee”
 






gripper stebson

Well-known member
Jul 27, 2004
6,685
The best lyricists I've heard are Jackson Browne, Bruce Cockburn and Dylan. However, none of them have surpassed this snippet of pop culture from Jonathan Richman's Rock 'n' roll drummer:-

There he is in France,
In his stinking underpants..........

Has this gem ever been surpassed?
Anyone who can rhyme France with pants has gotta be a genius.

Great to hear from another Jonathan fan. So many to choose from.

Is she in heaven, is she in hell?
Is she a sex industry profession-nel?
 






Robinjakarta

Well-known member
Jul 14, 2014
2,159
Jakarta
And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
 


Prince Monolulu

Everything in Moderation
Oct 2, 2013
10,201
The Race Hill
'How can you lie there and think of England when you don't even know who's in the team?'

'A virtue never tested is no virtue at all'

......and a girl not old enough to shave her legs'

All courtesy of Billy Bragg.
 


Jam The Man

Well-known member
Jul 5, 2003
8,207
South East North Lancing
“And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make”
 




Jam The Man

Well-known member
Jul 5, 2003
8,207
South East North Lancing
“Take me back in time maybe I can forget
Turn a different corner and we never would have met
Would you care?”
 


thedonkeycentrehalf

Moved back to wear the gloves (again)
Jul 7, 2003
9,293
"If I was in your blood, then you wouldn't be so ugly" - Annie I'm not your Daddy by Kid Creole & The Coconuts

...or my signature which is from Mary On A Cross by Ghost
 


Bodian

Well-known member
May 3, 2012
14,057
Cumbria
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.

I identify with that.

"The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death"

I play the happy birthday tune on one of those hand-cranked music box things when someone in the office has a birthday - then quote this. It simultaneously cheers them up and gets them down at the same time!
 




Robinjakarta

Well-known member
Jul 14, 2014
2,159
Jakarta
Dylan put downs:

But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
But don't think twice, it's all right
No it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear ya any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' wallkin' way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I am told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right
So long honey babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye is too good a word, babe
So I just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right


You've got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinnin'
You've got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that's winnin'
You say I let you down, ya know its not like that
If you're so hurt, why then don't you show it?
You say you've lost your faith, but that's not where its at
You have no faith to lose, and ya know it
I know the reason, that you talked behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you're in with
Do you take me for such a fool, to think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin with?
You see me on the street, you always act surprised
You say "how are you?", "good luck", but ya don't mean it
When you know as well as me, you'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once and scream it
No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I'd rob them
And tho I know you're dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don't you understand, its not my problem?
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you
 


Elbow750

Well-known member
Jun 21, 2020
507
On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

'Yes'

I bet you say that to all the boys...

Meatloaf - You took the words right out of my mouth, Best heard live...
 


BN9 BHA

DOCKERS
NSC Patron
Jul 14, 2013
22,565
Newhaven
But two o’clock has come again
It’s time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn’t closed
Cos’ the pies are really nice
I’ll eat it in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else’s spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes

The Specials - Friday Night, Saturday Morning
 


1066familyman

Radio User
Jan 15, 2008
15,222
Sheltering under Christianity
And using all means of insanity
To achieve vanity
Robbing and stealing
In the name of the Lord
And playing the game in the same name

Singing Natty ten against one....


That's what you call a powerful opening! :bowdown:


Big Youth. Ten Against One.
 




Coxovi

Well-known member
NSC Patron
Nov 5, 2011
406
Suisse
Even when your ship comes in
The first mate takes the sails
The second takes the afterdeck
The third the planks and rails

What’s the point in calling shots?
This cue ain’t straight in line
Cueball is made of styrofoam
And no one has got the time.
 


Binney on acid

Well-known member
NSC Patron
Nov 30, 2003
2,656
Shoreham
[MENTION=1510]Binney on acid[/MENTION]

Fountains of Sorrow by Jackson Browne. Astonishing to have the presence of mind to write such poetic words about relationships at the age of I think 23? Astonishing.

The opening verse:

Looking through some photographs I found inside a drawer
I was taken by a photograph of you
There were one or two I know that you would have liked a little more
But they didn't show your spirit quite as true
You were turning 'round to see who was behind you
And I took your childish laughter by surprise
And at the moment that my camera happened to find you
There was just a trace of sorrow in your eyes

Quite simply the greatest track that I've ever heard.
 


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