steveindenmark
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I think Don Henley got his inspiration from CycleChat
I think Don Henley got his inspiration from CycleChat
Clever Song Lyrics
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berty bassett
Legendary Member
- Location
- I'boro
And on the dance floor broken glass,
The bloody faces slowly pass,
The broken seats in empty rows,
It all belongs to me you know
The who
And I need you more than want you,
And I want you for all time
Glen campbell
He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Coming home to a place he'd never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door
John denver
And all the words in baker st
Very clever simple words put together strongly imho
The bloody faces slowly pass,
The broken seats in empty rows,
It all belongs to me you know
The who
And I need you more than want you,
And I want you for all time
Glen campbell
He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Coming home to a place he'd never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door
John denver
And all the words in baker st
Very clever simple words put together strongly imho
Joey Shabadoo
My pronouns are "He", "Him" and "buggerlugs"
“Got to be good-looking ‘cause he’s so hard to see.” (Come Together, The Beatles)
Beebo
Firm and Fruity
- Location
- Hexleybeef
New England. By Billy Bragg
I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care
I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care
Joey Shabadoo
My pronouns are "He", "Him" and "buggerlugs"
Your love for me is not debatable
Your sexual appetite's insatiable
You never ever make me waitable
Delectable, inflatable you.
Tim Minchin
Your sexual appetite's insatiable
You never ever make me waitable
Delectable, inflatable you.
Tim Minchin
raleighnut
Legendary Member
- Location
- One of the 'Elite'
Donger
Convoi Exceptionnel
- Location
- Quedgeley, Glos.
If you like clever and amusing lyrics, you need look no further than the wonderful BNL (Barenaked Ladies) as that is their thing. One of my favourites is "Bank Job":
It was an upset in two minutes flat
We were back on the freeway, foot to the mat
I can't understand it; we had it down pat
It's very upsetting, could we leave it at that?
We all had positions; we each had a role
We'd over-rehearsed it; we had full control
They can't teach you acting, it's there in your soul
It's the same with a bank job, and each thing we stole
So I don't need attitude
Cause you knew just what to do
We all did our best now
We all need to rest now
Leave me alone
Wait by the phone
I was the driver; you ran the show
You had the last word, the go or no go
I knew every laneway in Ontario
But it's not what you're sure of, it's what you don't know
It should have been filled with the usual ones
Throwing their cash into mutual funds
We all had our ski masks and sawed-off shotguns
But how do you plan for a bank full of nuns?
Well, I guess we panicked - we all have taboos
And they were like zebras; they had us confused
We should be in condos with oceanfront views
Instead we're most-wanted on the six o'clock news (!!!!!!!! just brilliant !!!!!!!!)
So I don't need attitude
Cause you knew just what to do
We all did our best now
We all need to rest now
Leave me alone
And wait by the phone
Inside the police car you tried to explain
your crisis of conscience; the voice in your brain
And now that the whole thing has gone down the drain
I think we all know who should shoulder the blame
Cause you made a choice there, almost sublime
I'm all for compassion, just not on my dime
You looked like an amateur, and that's the real crime
So I'll take a walk now, and you do the time
And I don't need attitude
Cause you knew just what to do
We all did our best now
We all need to rest now
Leave me alone
There's no need to phone
We all did our best now
We all need to rest now
Leave me alone
We all did our best now
We all need to rest now
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Read more: https://muzikum.eu/en/123-3775-84343/barenaked-ladies-bnl/bank-job-lyrics.html#ixzz5oHENXLfx
It was an upset in two minutes flat
We were back on the freeway, foot to the mat
I can't understand it; we had it down pat
It's very upsetting, could we leave it at that?
We all had positions; we each had a role
We'd over-rehearsed it; we had full control
They can't teach you acting, it's there in your soul
It's the same with a bank job, and each thing we stole
So I don't need attitude
Cause you knew just what to do
We all did our best now
We all need to rest now
Leave me alone
Wait by the phone
I was the driver; you ran the show
You had the last word, the go or no go
I knew every laneway in Ontario
But it's not what you're sure of, it's what you don't know
It should have been filled with the usual ones
Throwing their cash into mutual funds
We all had our ski masks and sawed-off shotguns
But how do you plan for a bank full of nuns?
Well, I guess we panicked - we all have taboos
And they were like zebras; they had us confused
We should be in condos with oceanfront views
Instead we're most-wanted on the six o'clock news (!!!!!!!! just brilliant !!!!!!!!)
So I don't need attitude
Cause you knew just what to do
We all did our best now
We all need to rest now
Leave me alone
And wait by the phone
Inside the police car you tried to explain
your crisis of conscience; the voice in your brain
And now that the whole thing has gone down the drain
I think we all know who should shoulder the blame
Cause you made a choice there, almost sublime
I'm all for compassion, just not on my dime
You looked like an amateur, and that's the real crime
So I'll take a walk now, and you do the time
And I don't need attitude
Cause you knew just what to do
We all did our best now
We all need to rest now
Leave me alone
There's no need to phone
We all did our best now
We all need to rest now
Leave me alone
We all did our best now
We all need to rest now
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Read more: https://muzikum.eu/en/123-3775-84343/barenaked-ladies-bnl/bank-job-lyrics.html#ixzz5oHENXLfx
KneesUp
Guru
I love a bit of Floyd, and as a teenager the price of getting a lift of me (in my mum's car) was listening to Amused to Death - but 'When I'm Gone' by Phil Ochs always gets me - although I prefer the Thea Gilmore version
also The Boxer by Simon & Garfunkel is a gift that keeps on giving.
also The Boxer by Simon & Garfunkel is a gift that keeps on giving.
swee'pea99
Legendary Member
Eleanor Rigby
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
swee'pea99
Legendary Member
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
DRM
Guru
- Location
- West Yorks
View: https://youtu.be/RThsZPlOy-0
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over
T the game is over
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
The game is over
I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream to exercise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow
I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake
The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears
So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me
Read more: Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear Lyrics | MetroLyrics
DRM
Guru
- Location
- West Yorks
More Billy Bragg from the 1980's, the song could have been written about how things are now, never mind then.
View: https://youtu.be/xjUA3RU4B8E
View: https://youtu.be/xjUA3RU4B8E
Yellow Fang
Legendary Member
- Location
- Reading
More Weller:
"The public enemy is number 10."
"In the city, there's a thousand men in uniform,
And I hope they never have the right to kill a man."
"The public enemy is number 10."
"In the city, there's a thousand men in uniform,
And I hope they never have the right to kill a man."
