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What's Your Fav Song Lyric?
What's Your Fav Song Lyric?
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GIRL!
I wanna take you to a gay bar, I wanna take you to a gay bar, I wanna take you to a gay bar, gay bar, gay bar. Let's start a war, start a nuclear war, At the gay bar, gay bar, gay bar. |
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And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders |
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She said, "You've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth.
You can't respect me 'cause I've done so much for you." He said, "Well I hate that it's come to this But baby I was doing fine. How do you think That I survived the other 25 before you?" |
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Novacaine for the Soul
You,d better give me something To fill the Hole Before i Splutter Out |
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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant tide Comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and summery And no one showed us to the land And no one knows the where's or why's As something stirs and something tries And starts to climb towards the light Strangers passing in the street By chance two separate glances meet And I am you and what I see is me And do I take you by the hand And lead you through the land And help me understand the best I can And no one calls us to move on And no one forces down our eyes No one speaks And no one tries No one flies around the sun Cloudless every day you fall upon my waking eyes Inviting and inciting me to rise And through the window in the wall Come streaming in on sunlight wings A million bright ambassadors of morning And no one sings me lullabies And no one makes me close my eyes So I throw the windows wide And call to you across the sky. |
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Anyone could light a candle,
But not the way that you do. |
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DONT LOVE ME FOR FUN GIRL
LET ME BE THE ONE GIRL LOVE ME FOR A REASON LET THE REASON BE LOVE IF DONNY OSMOND SANG THAT TO ME ,AND I WAS A GIRL I WOULD MELT IN HIS HANDS |
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I first heard this song from Loudon Wainwright about losing his dad, just after my dad died. It sums up how you feel after losing someone close.
Sometimes I forget that you've gone. You've gone, and you're not coming back. And it's hard to believe that you're still not here. What's left behind, disputes that fact And your bookcase still holds all your books It's as if all you've done is go out of town You'll be back soon, that's just how it looks But your suitcase is empty, it's right here in the hall That's not even the strangest thing Why would you leave your wallet behind Your glasses, your wristwatch and ring Your glasses, your wristwatch and ring Sometimes I forget that you've gone That we'll never see you again I think for a moment, I've got to give him a all But I can't now I realize that No we can't meet for lunch at the usual place The place where we always would go And there was something I wanted to tell you so bad Something I knew that you'd want to know I could go by myself to our old haunt That seems like such a strange thing to do The waiters would wonder what was going on Why weren't you there, where were you Why weren't you there, where were you Sometimes I forget that you've gone I remember and I feel the ache How could it have happened, how could it be It's not true, there must be some mistake Momentos, memories, tell me what good are they No they're not much to have and to hold And it's true that you're gone, And you're not coming back And this world seems so empty and cold But sometimes things happen,It doesn't seem strange You're not far away, you're near Sometimes I forget that you've gone Sometimes it feels like you're right here Right now it feels like you're right here. |
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I know you're cool,
But you think that you're chocolate. C'est La Vie ~ Stereophonics |
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Girlfriend in a coma
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Ben Folds Five - The Last Polka
Well, she crept back in the house at half past three Shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep If you really loved me she said I wouldn't have to be so mean He's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer Sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor It's evidence of what he was like He likes to remember when... [chorus:] Sha la la, sha la la lo li The end is growing near We're treading water now And holding back our tears And the day is rising We're sinking sha la la lo li In a minute it will all be coming down And they know it now but no one makes a sound Such a shame to ruin this bright Lazy summer day... My my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word My my, the kindest truths are often spoken, never heard She said, "You've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth. You can't respect me 'cause I've done so much for you." He said, "Well I hate that it's come to this But baby I was doing fine. How do you think That I survived the other 25 before you?" |
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Just seen I posted the same thing 4 years ago
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Take the National Express when your life's in a mess
It'll make you smile All human life is here From the feeble old dear to the screaming child From the student who knows that to have one of those Would be suicide To the family man Manhandling the pram with paternal pride And everybody sings 'ba ba ba da' We're going where the air is free On the National Express there's a jolly hostess Selling crisps and tea She'll provide you with drinks and theatrical winks For a sky-high fee Mini-skirts were in style when she danced down the aisle Back in '63 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) But it's hard to get by when your arse is the size Of a small country And everybody sings 'ba ba ba da' We're going where the air is free Tomorrow belongs to me When you're sad and feeling blue With nothing better to do Don't just sit there feeling stressed Take a trip on the National Express, the National Express, let's go |
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https://youtu.be/4VKy69sE4VY?t=1m3s
Luke Bryan - Rain Is A Good Thing Rain makes corn, Corn makes Whiskey, Whiskey makes my baby, Feel a little frisky |
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Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town Start washin' all our worries down the drain Rain is a good thing |
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Dylan is in a league of his own despite many other great lyricists. So many to choose from it could change every day. Amongst my favourite songs lyrically Positively 4th Street, Not dark yet, Most of The Time, Love Minus Zero, Idiot Wind, Forever Young, It's Alright Ma, If You See Her Say Hello as well as the early period classics like Blowin' in the wind, Masters of War etc.
For today's line let's say 'I wish that for just one time you can stand inside my shoes, and just for that one moment i can be you. Yes i wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. `You'd know what a drag it is to see you.' However, it's full songs that really matter lyrically. |
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With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the morning
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I absolutely love that song bigmo
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We did not say goodbye until the last minute
I held out my hand and my heart was in it |
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D'accord, il existait
D'autres façons de se quitter Quelques éclats de verre Auraient peut-être pu nous aider Dans ce silence amer J'ai décidé de pardonner Les erreurs qu'on peut faire A trop s'aimer D'accord, la petite fille En moi souvent te réclamait Presque comme une mère Tu me bordais, me protégeais Je t'ai volé ce sang Qu'on aurait pas dû partager A bout de mots, de rêves Je vais crier Je t'aime, je t'aime Comme un fou, comme un soldat Comme une star de cinéma Je t'aime, je t'aime Comme un loup, comme un roi Comme un homme que je ne suis pas Tu vois, je t'aime comme ça D'accord je t'ai confié Tous mes sourires, tous mes secrets Même ceux dont seul un frère Est le gardien inavoué Dans cette maison de pierre Satan nous regardait danser J'ai tant voulu la guerre De… |
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Wilco/Jeff Tweedy - Via Chicago.
Wondrous opening line I dreamed about killing you again last night And it felt alright to me Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies I sat and watched you bleed Buried you alive in a fireworks display Raining down on me You cold, hot blood ran away from me To the sea I painted my name on the back of a leaf And I watched it float away The hope I had in a notebook full of white, dry pages Was all I tried to save But the wind blew me back via Chicago In the middle of the night And all without fight At the crush of veils and starlight I know I'll make it back One of these days and turn on your TV To watch a man with a face like mine Being chased down a busy street When he gets caught, I won't get up And I won't go to sleep I'm coming home, I'm coming home Via Chicago Where the cups are cracked and hooked Above the sink They make me think Crumbling ladder tears don't fall They shine down your shoulders And crawling is screw faster lash I blow it with kisses I rest my head on a pillowy star And a cracked door moon That says I haven't gone too far |
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now the three men i admire most
the father,son and holy ghost took the last train to the coast the day the music died .............. |
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I love that song FOYLESWAR.
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The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey, that's me and I want you only Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again Don't run back inside, darling, you know just what I'm here for So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore Show a little faith, there's magic in the night You ain't a beauty but, hey, you're alright Oh, and that's alright with me. Thunder Road - Bruce Springsteen |
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at night the people come and go
they talk too fast and walk too slow |
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PorcupineorPineapple 11 Sep 17 07:48 Joined: 03 Dec 15 | Topic/replies: 3,247 | Blogger: PorcupineorPineapple's blog
Just seen I posted the same thing 4 years agoBlush. Good to see it stood the test of time in my mind. The same for me PP |
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you can relax
on both sides of the tracks and maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control |
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Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence. And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one dare Disturb the sound of silence. "Fools" said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning, In the words that it was forming. And the sign said, "The words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls And tenement halls." And whisper'd in the sounds of silence. |
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I search the World for someone I'll never find from Rock Me by Great White. Also from Great White, this time All Right:
Now as I take your hand, Show you the stars, Try to explain to you, Who we are Shame, the sad event that occurred with band and Jack Russell's drug addiction etc |
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This one's definitely worth a mention. Special skill in being able to make lyrics both conversational and also tell a story of how someone's feeling.
I thought I saw you in the Battleship But it was only a look a like She was nothing but a vision trick Under the warning light She was close, close enough to be your ghost But my chances turned to toast When I asked her if I could call her your name I thought I saw you in the Rusty Hook Huddled up in wicker chair I wandered up for a closer look And kissed who ever was sitting there She was close, and she held me very tightly 'Til I asked awfully politely, please Can I call you her name And I elongated my lift home, Yeah I let him go the long way round I smelt your scent on the seat belt And kept my shortcuts to myself I thought I saw you in the Parrot's Beak Messing with the smoke alarm It was too loud for me to hear her speak And she had a broken arm It was close, so close that the walls were wet And she wrote it out in letraset No you can't call me her name Tell me where's your hiding place I'm worried I'll forget your face And I've asked everyone I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along I elongated my lift home Yeah I let him go the long way 'round I smelt your scent on the seat belt And kept my shortcuts to myself I saw your sister in the cornerstone On the phone to the middle man When I saw that she was on her own I thought she might understand She was close, well you couldn't get much closer She said I'm really not supposed to but yes, You can call me anything you want |
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"Yes"
You can buy her, you can buy her This one's here, this one's here, this one's here and this one's here Ev'rything's for sale For sale? dumb ****'s same dumb questions Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his **** Tie his hair in bunches, **** him, call him Rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his **** Tie his hair in bunches, **** him, call him Rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me There is no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his **** Tie his hair in bunches, **** him, call him Rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself Two dollars you rub her t1ts Three dollars you rub her ass Five dollars you can play with her **** or you can lick her tits Choice is yours Written by richhie Edwards then sung buy one of the greatest singers in british music and guitarists,virtuallly no punctuation from Richie either even better live..intors from hooker,hustlers pimps and johns.. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gd3C9aAupQI |
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Kick it!
You wake up late for school, man you don't want to go You ask you mom, please? but she still says, no! You missed two classes, and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk You gotta fight for your right to party Your pop caught you smoking, and he said, no way! That hypocrite smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (bust it!) You gotta fight for your right to party You gotta fight Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear I'll kick you out of my home is you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, what's that noise? Aw, mom you're just jealous it's the Beastie Boys! You gotta fight for your right to party You gotta fight for your right to party Party Party Classic |
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you've dug a long way down
to find a hole in the ground I remember doing nothing on the night Sinatra died And the night Jeff Buckley died And the night Kurt Cobain died And the night John Lennon died |
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Just 'cause you feel it
Doesn't mean it's there There's always a siren Singing you to shipwreck |
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A B C D E F G..I'm Eric the half a bee.
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I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long People ask when will you grow up to be a man But all the girls I loved at school Are already pushing prams I loved you then as I love you still Though I put you on a pedestal, They put you on the pill I don't feel bad about letting you go I just feel sad about letting you know I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl I loved the words you wrote to me But that was bloody yesterday I can't survive on what you send Every time you need a friend I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites It's wrong to wish on space hardware I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl Looking for another girl Looking for another girl Looking for another girl Written by Billy Bragg • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC |
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My funeral song: "Staying Alive!"
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So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road |
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In the town where I was born.............
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You're like my yo-yo, that glowed in the dark.
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