The world's best lyrics

Yellow Fang

Legendary Member
Location
Reading
My three suggestions:

"The public enemy is number 10" - The Style Council, Walls Come Tumbling Down
"Cain and Able, Caesar and Brutus, Jesus and Judas, back stabbers do this" - Lauryn Hill, Forgive Them Father
"As the assassins all grouped in four lines dancing on the floor" - Joy Division, Shadowplay
 

Darius_Jedburgh

Looking for the lost chord.
Profiteroles and peach flambé.
Is there anybody in there?
He stabbed it with his steely knife but he just can't kill the beast.
 

Drago

Flouncing Nobber
Location
Poshshire
Jethro Tull's Thick as a Brick the most lyrically superior song ever composed. May as well lock the thread now.

Really don't mind if you sit this one out
My word's but a whisper your deafness a shout
I may make you feel but I can't make you think
Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink
So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the sandcastle virtues are all swept away
In the tidal destruction the moral melee
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way
But your new shoes are worn at the heels
And your suntan does rapidly peel
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today
And you shake your head
And said it's a shame
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth
Spin me down the long ages, let them sing the song
See there, a son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight
There are blackheads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night
We'll make a man of him, put him to trade
Teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain
The poet and the painter casting shadows on the water
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea
The do-er and the thinker, no allowance for the other
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed
The home fire burning, the kettle almost boiling
But the master of the house is far away
The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need
The young men of the household have all gone into service
And are not to be expected for a year
The innocent young master, thoughts moving ever faster
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son
Who puts him to the run
What do you do when the old man's gone, ddo you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song, do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
And the whirlpool turns you way off-beam
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways
My father was a man of power whom everyone obeyed
So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight
Just like I did with my old man twenty years too late
Your bread and water's going cold, your hair is short and neat
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone
You meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I see you shuffle in the courtroom
With your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies
And your silver buckle shoes
Playing at the hard case
You follow the example of the comic-paper idol
Who lets you bend the rules
So, come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books, your super crooks
And show us all the way?
Well, make your will and testament
Won't you join your local government?
We'll have Superman for president
Let Robin save the day
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are
And you take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars
And you wonder who to call on
So, where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall
Writing up their memoirs for a paperback edition
Of the Boy Scout manual
 

Dave 123

Legendary Member
Jethro Tull's Thick as a Brick the most lyrically superior song ever composed. May as well lock the thread now.

Really don't mind if you sit this one out
My word's but a whisper your deafness a shout
I may make you feel but I can't make you think
Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink
So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the sandcastle virtues are all swept away
In the tidal destruction the moral melee
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way
But your new shoes are worn at the heels
And your suntan does rapidly peel
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today
And you shake your head
And said it's a shame
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth
Spin me down the long ages, let them sing the song
See there, a son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight
There are blackheads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night
We'll make a man of him, put him to trade
Teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain
The poet and the painter casting shadows on the water
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea
The do-er and the thinker, no allowance for the other
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed
The home fire burning, the kettle almost boiling
But the master of the house is far away
The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need
The young men of the household have all gone into service
And are not to be expected for a year
The innocent young master, thoughts moving ever faster
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son
Who puts him to the run
What do you do when the old man's gone, ddo you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song, do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
And the whirlpool turns you way off-beam
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways
My father was a man of power whom everyone obeyed
So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight
Just like I did with my old man twenty years too late
Your bread and water's going cold, your hair is short and neat
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone
You meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I see you shuffle in the courtroom
With your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies
And your silver buckle shoes
Playing at the hard case
You follow the example of the comic-paper idol
Who lets you bend the rules
So, come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books, your super crooks
And show us all the way?
Well, make your will and testament
Won't you join your local government?
We'll have Superman for president
Let Robin save the day
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are
And you take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars
And you wonder who to call on
So, where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall
Writing up their memoirs for a paperback edition
Of the Boy Scout manual
Far too wordy
 
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Yellow Fang

Yellow Fang

Legendary Member
Location
Reading
"You got to be yourself
You can't be no one else
I'm feeling supersonic
Give me gin and tonic
You can have it all
But how much do you want it"

Supersonic, Oasis
 

MntnMan62

Über Member
Location
Northern NJ
The Tubes - Tip Of My Tongue
"Never been too cunning, I'm no linguist."

Zappa - Dinah Moe Hum
The entire tune has some of the best lyrics ever.

Dinah-moe
I couldn't say where she's coming from
But I just met a lady named dinah-moe
She stroll on over, say look here, bum
I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum

She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb
She could prove it any time all men was scum
I don't mind that she called me a bum
But I knew right away she was really gonna cum (so I got down to it)

I whipped off her bloomers and stiffened my thumb and applied rotation on her sugar plum
I poked and stroked till my wrist got numb
But I still didn't hear no dinah-moe
Dinah-moe humm
Dinah-moe humm
Dinah-moe humm
Where this dinah-moe coming from

Done spent three hours
An' I ain't got a crumb
From the dinah-moe,
Dinah-moe,
Dinah-moe
From the dinah-moe humm

I got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
I got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it

I got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
I got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it

Cause I can't get into it
Unless I get out of it
And I gotta get out of it
Before I get into it

Cause I never get into it
Unless I get out of it
An' I gotta be out of it
To get myself into it

Just get me wasted
And you're half-way there
Cause if my mind's tore up
Then my body don't care

I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin
An' said my-my-my
What sort of thing
Might this lady get high upon?

I checked out her sister
Who was holding the bet
And wondered what kind of trip
The young lady was on
The forty dollar bill didn't matter no more
When her sister got naked and laid on the floor

She said dinah-moe might win the bet
But she could use a little xxxxxx if I wasn't done yet I told her...
Just because the sun
Want a place in the sky

No reason to assume
I wouldn't give her a try
So I pulled on her hair
Got her legs in the air
And asked if she had any cooties on there
What a ya mean cooties
No cooties on me

She was buns-up kneeling
Buns up!
I was wheeling an dealing
Wheeling and dealing an
She surrendered to the feeling
She sweetly surrendered
An' she started in to squealing

Dinah-moe watched from the edge of the bed
With her lips just a-twitching an' her face gone red
Some drool rolling down
From the edge of her chin
While she spied the condition
Her sister was in

She quivered and quaked
And clutched at herself
While her sister made a joke
About her mental health

Till dinah-moe finally
Did give in
But I told her
All she really needed
Was some discipline...

Kiss my aura...
Dora...
M-m-m...
It's real angora
Would y'all like some more-a?
Right here on the flora?
An' how 'bout you, fauna?
You wanna?
Mmm...sound like you might be choking on something
did you say you want some more?
Well, here's some more...

Mmm, sure...listen
Do you think I could interest you
In a pair of zircon-encrusted tweezers? mmm...tweezers!
Here, lemme sterilize 'em...
Gimme your lighter...

I couldn't say where she's coming' from
But I just met a lady named dinah-moe
She stroll on over, say look here, bum
I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum

I whipped off her bloomers and stiffened my thumb an' applied rotation on her sugar plum
I poked and stroked till my wrist got numb
An' you know I heard some
Dinah-moe humm
Dinah-moe humm
Dinah-moe humm
Where this dinah-moe coming from

Robbie Robertson - Somewhere Down The Crazy River
"She said, "You like it now,
But you'll learn to love it later""
 
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MontyVeda

a short-tempered ill-controlled small-minded troll
Jethro Tull's Thick as a Brick the most lyrically superior song ever composed. May as well lock the thread now.

Really don't mind if you sit this one out
My word's but a whisper your deafness a shout
I may make you feel but I can't make you think
Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink
So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the sandcastle virtues are all swept away
In the tidal destruction the moral melee
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way
But your new shoes are worn at the heels
And your suntan does rapidly peel
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today
And you shake your head
And said it's a shame
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth
Spin me down the long ages, let them sing the song
See there, a son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight
There are blackheads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night
We'll make a man of him, put him to trade
Teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain
The poet and the painter casting shadows on the water
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea
The do-er and the thinker, no allowance for the other
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed
The home fire burning, the kettle almost boiling
But the master of the house is far away
The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need
The young men of the household have all gone into service
And are not to be expected for a year
The innocent young master, thoughts moving ever faster
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son
Who puts him to the run
What do you do when the old man's gone, ddo you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song, do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
And the whirlpool turns you way off-beam
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways
My father was a man of power whom everyone obeyed
So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight
Just like I did with my old man twenty years too late
Your bread and water's going cold, your hair is short and neat
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone
You meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I see you shuffle in the courtroom
With your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies
And your silver buckle shoes
Playing at the hard case
You follow the example of the comic-paper idol
Who lets you bend the rules
So, come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books, your super crooks
And show us all the way?
Well, make your will and testament
Won't you join your local government?
We'll have Superman for president
Let Robin save the day
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are
And you take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars
And you wonder who to call on
So, where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall
Writing up their memoirs for a paperback edition
Of the Boy Scout manual
I reckon the lyrics of Requiem would give TAAB a run for its money
 

MontyVeda

a short-tempered ill-controlled small-minded troll
"You got to be yourself
You can't be no one else
I'm feeling supersonic
Give me gin and tonic
You can have it all
But how much do you want it"

Supersonic, Oasis
that just makes me even more certain that Oasis are one of the most overrated bands of all time.

They used to be 'the most' but then Coldplay came along :whistle:
 

Drago

Flouncing Nobber
Location
Poshshire
Our band plays a few Oasis choons in our set (DLBIA and Importance of Being Idle), and im torn between whether they were geniuses or not. Banal lyrics, power chords, root note basslines...yet on some songs it seems to work like no one else could get it to.

I must agree. Having a cold is better than listening to Coldplay. Unfortunately, we have Viva la Vida on our setlist too, and its tiresome to play.
 
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