Favourite Lines in Songs

[HLaB]

It depends what mood I'm in but I like the Saw Doctors lyrics for example

When you've played against a gale force wind
And it changes at half time

 

[bikeyboots]

Son, I'm 30
I only went with your mother cos she's dirty....

Classic lol

I can hear Shaun's voice ringing round my head, classic indeed! Think I need to listen to some Happy Mondays / Black Grape tomorrow

 

[jimboalee]

There was a boy who used to sit beside you
Who'd like to hold that place his whole life through
Oooh you were beautiful to me
You had a heart no one could ever see, oh yes you did


Chi-lites. NOT UB40, they're crap.

 

[jimboalee]

Earthquake in New York city,
The chrysler building fell in my yard
But when the shoot hits the fan,
I think I'll have to make my way
Back to sunset boulevard

The IRA has just hit London,
They blew up half of scotland yard
But when the shoot hits the fan,
I guess I'll try to make my way
Back to sunset boulevard


Todd.... again.

 

[jimboalee]

As the sun rises in the east
As the wind blows the fog across the sea
As the hand of man creeps across the face of the world
Caught in a web of glamours
Persian perfume and oriental eyes
Yogi in knots and sufi wise
Master sublime and swami high
Through in some voodoo on the side
And a dash of the old kung fu
Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue
Chapter six and verse eleven
If you wanna get to heaven
You’ve got to ask the man who owns the property
Ya gotta dance your dance
And do your act
And get his big attention that’s a natural born fact
I’m on my knees, one question please
Will the real God please stand up?


Todd.... yet again....

 

[slowmotion]

I gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night
that tonight’s gonna be a good night
that tonight’s gonna be a good good night

 

[Bigsharn]

Lead Sails Paper Anchor

Pretty much the entire song

 

[benb]

I've been working on a cocktail called grounds for divorce.

Elbow

 

[jimboalee]

The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th
Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th

Hope & Crosby

 

[jimboalee]

To change the mood a little
I’ve been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection
I’m looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that
I wanna piece of flash
I give a little muscle
And I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I’m sober
I’ve forgotten what I’ve had
And ev’rybody tells me that it’s cool to be a cat

 

[jimboalee]

Shake up at the disco
And I think I’ve got a pull
I ask her lots of questions
And she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time
And then I take her home
I’m invited in for coffee
And I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos
But she’s never on her own
I said I’ll see you later
And I give her some old chat
But it’s not like that on the tv
When it’s cool for cats

 

[ColinJ]

Pretty bird, closes its eyes,

Pretty bird, dies,

Another pretty thing dead,

On the end of the shaft of the Zen Archer.

Todd Rundgren.

A Wizard, A True Star - I had that album but haven't heard it for years, since the terrible vinyl purge and record deck donation of long ago... Ho ho, I just heard a knock at my door and answered it singing that song and my friend said "Ooh, that's from A Wizard, A True Star - I haven't heard that for years!"




Okay, let's get serious about this...

You want a great song line? In fact, you want a great collection of song lines? You want a song so perfect that the rest of you might as well give up on dredging out old song lines, sink back in your sofas, and listen in awe as John Cooper Clarke a.k.a. The Bard of Salford recites...

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]View: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euD0o0x-jAo[/media]



Beasley Street

[Note - JCC used to change the order of the lines about and occasionally use different words. In the video 'Keith Joseph' gets edited out or omitted] 

Far from crazy pavements -
the taste of silver spoons
A clinical arrangement
on a dirty afternoon
Where the faecal germs of Mr Freud
are rendered obsolete
The legal term is null and void
In the case of Beasley Street

In the cheap seats where murder breeds
Somebody is out of breath
Sleep is a luxury they don't need
- a sneak preview of death
Belladonna is your flower
Manslaughter your meat
Spend a year in a couple of hours
On the edge of Beasley Street

Where the action isn't
That's where it is
State your position
Vacancies exist
In an X-certificate exercise
Ex-servicemen excrete
Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies
In a box on Beasley Street

From the boarding houses and the bedsits
Full of accidents and fleas
Somebody gets it
Where the missing persons freeze
Wearing dead men's overcoats
You can't see their feet
A riff joint shuts - opens up
Right down on Beasley Street

Cars collide, colours clash
disaster movie stuff
For a man with a Fu Manchu moustache
Revenge is not enough
There's a dead canary on a swivel seat
There's a rainbow in the road
Meanwhile on Beasley Street
Silence is the code

Hot beneath the collar
an inspector calls
Where the perishing stink of squalor
impregnates the walls
the rats have all got rickets
they spit through broken teeth
The name of the game is not cricket
Caught out on Beasley Street

The hipster and his hired hat
Drive a borrowed car
Yellow socks and a pink cravat
Nothing La-di-dah
OAP, mother to be
Watch the three-piece suite
When shoot-stoppered drains
and crocodile skis
are seen on Beasley Street

The kingdom of the blind
a one-eyed man is king
Beauty problems are redefined
the doorbells do not ring
A lightbulb bursts like a blister
the only form of heat
here a fellow sells his sister
down the river on Beasley Street

The boys are on the wagon
The girls are on the shelf
Their common problem is
that they're not someone else
The dirt blows out
The dust blows in
You can't keep it neat
It's a fully furnished dustbin,
Sixteen Beasley Street

Vince the ageing savage
Betrays no kind of life
but the smell of yesterday's cabbage
and the ghost of last year's wife
through a constant haze
of deodorant sprays
he says retreat
Alsations dog the dirty days
down the middle of Beasley Street

People turn to poison
Quick as lager turns to piss
Sweethearts are physically sick
every time they kiss.
It's a sociologist's paradise
each day repeats
On easy, cheesy, greasy, queasy
beastly Beasley Street

Eyes dead as vicious fish
Look around for laughs
If I could have just one wish
I would be a photograph
on a permanent Monday morning
Get lost or fall asleep
When the yellow cats are yawning
Around the back of Beasley Street

 

[Mark_Robson]

Jimbo your on a roll lol

 

[palinurus]

-we'll have a kid
or maybe we'll rent one
gotta be straight
don't want a bent one-

 

[mark barker]

So lay back and close your eyes and
While I fiddle you can fantasize
Yeah, while I fiddle you can fantasize

E17 always made me chuckle!