Favourite Lines in Songs

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threebikesmcginty

Corn Fed Hick...
Location
...on the slake
The bars are all closed
It’s four in the morning
Must have shut 'em all down By the shape that I’m in I lay my head on the wheel
And the horn begins honking
The whole neighbourhood knows
That I’m home drunk again


Classic George Jones!!
 

threebikesmcginty

Corn Fed Hick...
Location
...on the slake
I picked a stick up off the ground
And I knocked that fair girl down
She fell down on her bended knees
For mercy she did cry
"Oh Willy, dear, don't kill me yet
I'm unprepared to die"
She never spoke another word
I only beat her more
Until the ground around me
With her blood did flow


The lovely murder ballad 'Knoxville Girl', Louvin Brothers version is arguably the best, were two voices ever more suited to each other that Ira and Charlie Louvin ... Chas 'n' Dave maybe ...
 

Midnight

New Member
Location
On the coast
Can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I aint pretty and my legs are thin,
But don't as me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to...
 

Ravenbait

Someone's imaginary friend
The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn

We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death

The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

It went like this

The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair

The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze

I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful..
These are truly the last days"

You grabbed my hand and we fell into it
Like a daydream or a fever

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it's the valley of death

I open up my wallet
And it's full of blood



Sam
 

Ravenbait

Someone's imaginary friend
There are so many. I can't decide.

I am a clone
I am not alone.
Every fibre of my flesh
and bone
is identical to others'.
Everything I say
is in the same tone
as my test-tube brothers' voice.
There is no choice
between us.
If you had ever seen us
you'd rejoice
in your uniqueness
and consider every weakness
something special
of your own.
Being a clone
I have no flaws to identify.
Even this doggerel
that falls from my pen
has just been written by
another twenty
telepathic men.
Word for word
it says:
Oh for the wings
of any bird
other than a battery hen.



Sam
 

fimm

Veteran
Location
Edinburgh
And you want to call your mother, and say "Mother, I can never come home again, because I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere, somewhere in a field in Hampshire"
 
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