Favourite Lines in Songs

[Shaun]

No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space.

No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinized as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.

Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets.

And yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly, and surely, they drew their plans against us.


View: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFfZFvvuXWc

 

[slowmotion]

The Bard of Salford..Thirty Six Hours...

Thirty-six hours in the mystery chair,
Thirty-six hours in the quizzical glare
Of the naked lights and the visible hardware.
Another bloke is leaving in a wheelchair.
No joke.
Here come the punchline:
Lights out.

Steel shoes on the stone cold floor,
I hear the screws screaming in the corridor,
The bad news and the slamming of the door,
The what did I dos and the what am I here fors?
Shades of doubt fall deeper than the slagmine.
Lights out.
Sack time.

Hard cheese and a chest complaint,
One man sneezes, another two faint,
Suffering Jesus, but this ain't my venue.

The man through the mesh says "Time to crash."
The creeping flesh of the nervous rash,
The last man to make a dash is on the menu.

Here's the boss with a mouth full of emeralds,
A Maltese Cross and a pocketful of chemicals
(Jack Frost snapping at the genitals).

What's my cop gets a visit from the General,
Rule out subsection name.
Lights out,
Sack time.

The killer gorilla with the perspex hat
Says "I say so", and that's that.
Take out the dog, bring back the cat.

Scrape out the cafeteria racks.
Stab the rabbit, feed the swine.
Lights out.
Sack time.

Time flies, slides down the walls,
Part of me days, under my overalls,
I close my eyes and a woman calls
>From a nightmare.

The chronic breath of the dead collides
With the rattle of the waste disposal slides.
No flowers for the man who died
In the bomb scare.
He's in the Frigidaire.

Freezing in these paper jeans,
Standing stiff in a dead man's dream.
Tobacco barons and the closet queen,
Walk on the walls, self-gratifying their fleas.
Shave, shoot, a shower and a shoeshine.
That's it.
Sack time.
Everybody looks like Ernest Borgnine.
That's it.

Thirty-six hours on the battery farm,
A blindfold and a broken arm,
I got the cold shoulder sleeping in the barn,
Whose barn? What barn? Their barn.
The old soldier in his old wheelchair.
Lift that weight, drag that woodbine.
"Lights out, mate, sackerooney time".

Lights out.
Sack time.

I just love the line "Everybody looks like Ernest Borgnine"

 

[Silver Fox]

I've been thinking what you have done to me.

The damage is much deeper than you'll ever see.

Hit me like a hammer to my head.

I wonder were you pushed or were you lead.

Why did you do it, why did you do that thing to me.

 

[TVC]

You could be from Venus
I could be from Mars
We would be together
Lovers forever
Care for each other

You could live in the sea
And I could be a bird
We would be together
Lovers forever
Care for each other

If you wear an illusion
I will make it real
We would be together
Lovers forever
Care for each other

If you walk in the sun
I will be your shadow
We would be together
Lovers forever
Care for each other


Air. Venus

 

[Flying_Monkey]

Since the question asked was about favourite lines in songs rather than songs as a whole, sometimes I like deceptive simplicity - like this excerpt from a song on Maximo Park's first album:

"... nothing works round here,
Where cranes collect the sky,
I think of your face at night..."


If I'd written those line on their own as a poem, I'd be pleased. Or this simple couplet from dEUS:


"I had a dream, a simple plot
I held out my hand as if she'd never pushed it away"


Things that hint at whole emotional histories beyond the song, basically, that don't just tell you everything up front.

 

[pes]

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

Glenn & Chris.
The only true heroes of Brit pop.

 

[KEEF]

If dead men swam the waters deep
The fish would cry out in their sleep

 

[Midnight]

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Velvet Underground - Venus in Furs

 

[TVC]

If it's only one line:

Sup up your beer and collect your fags,
There's a row going on down near Slough.

 

[Bayerd]

I had a girl, her name was May
In passion she was lacking
I gave her whisky to make her frisky
but still she wouldn't get crackin'
So I gave her an Uncle Joe's Mintball
to keep her all all glow
Now she roams the streets of Wigan
Looking for Uncle Joe...........


View: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7aoyF0enNU

 

[Yellow Fang]

Murder on the terraces
Fools in high places
It's all so sickening
And we're so satisfied

In the Streets Today, The Jam.

 

[Genman]

Viktor was born in the spring of '44
And never saw his father anymore
A child of sacrifice, a child of war
Another son who never had a father after Leningrad

 

[lukesdad]

... the highways full of broken heroes on a last chance powerdrive.....

 

[Bayerd]

She unscrews the top on a new whisky bottle...

 

[Bayerd]

Jingle bells, Jingle bells, Jingle all the way.....