What's Your Fav Song Lyric?

yeah come on. wooh.

Someone Like You. Sounds trite, but for me it's true. Regret without spite.

Im awake at a.m. & im drunk by noon

Ive got a plan.........but im still in my room.


Red Butler................"google"

too shy shy, hush hush eye do eye

actually ive changed my mind. its this one...

we can leave this world, leave it all behind
we can steal this car, if your folks don't mind
we can live forever, if you've got the time
you motherf***er! whoaaaaaaa!

now i found that love i have been looking for
the secrets whisper in my mind.
i'm sinking deeper, can you hear my distant cry?
i'm calling, our love will never die

Patti page and summer days
On old cape cod
Happy times making wine
In my garage
Country shade and lemonade
Guess i`m slowing down
It`s a turned back world
With a local girl
In a smaller town

Oh was a perfect day. Oh in a perfect way, you know,
something had go, you left me high, you left me low.
Now as I lie in pieces, and wait for your return,
the sun upon my forehead it burns baby burns baby burns.

i lost the feeling in my toes
i dropped the handset as I froze
I should have seen it coming on the breeze.

I lost my pride hate that the most
I saw the man, the holy ghost
I lost the me and you from all the postcards from the coast.

But you were always hard to read
Like paper smudged, like falling leaves
That change their path to earth it seems
And you have changed in me.

(copyright doantwin2easy 2006)

Thin Lizy
And that time over at Johnny's place
Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face
Man we just fell about the place
If that chick don't want to know, forget her

Ian Dury
See my tailor, he's called Simon.
I know it's going to fit.

Counting Crows
These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days

Counting Crows
She's talking in her sleep.
It's keeping me awake. And Anna begins to toss and turn.
And every word is nonsense but I understand and,
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing.

Bean On Toast
Someone's always got more than you
Someone's always got less
Don't worry about it
be true to yourself,
And try your fecking best

Bruce Springsteen
You aint a beauty, but hey you're alright

Nirvana - All Apologies
Choking on the ashes of her enemy

Victim Of Love

What kind of love have you got?
You should be home, but you're not
A room full of noise and dangerous boys
still makes you thirsty and hot

I heard about you and that man
There's just one thing I don't understand
You say he's a liar and he put out your fire
How come you've still got his gun in your hand?

Victim of love , I see a broken heart
You got your stories to tell
Victim of love, it's such an easy part
and you know how to play it so well

Some people never come clean
I think you know what I mean
You're walkin' the wire of pain and desire
Looking for love in between

Tell me your secrets, I'll tell you mine
This ain't no time to be cool
And tell all your girlfriends, your "been around the world" friends
That talk is for losers and fools

Victim of love, I see a broken heart
I could be wrong, but I'm not
Victim of love, we're not so far apart
Show me, what kind of love have you got?

Victim of love, you're just a victim of love
I could be wrong , but I'm not
Victim of love, now you're a victim of love
What kind of love have you got?

Peter Lorre contemplating a crime.

The people who have crippled you
You want to see them burn

The opening words to Ian Dury's 'Plaistow Patricia'...unfotunately it is against Betfair's terms & conditions to post them up here...you'll have to Google the song if you don't know what I'm talking about.

rsoles, barstewards fecking ****s and prix

Clevor Trever

Just cos I ain’t never ‘ad, no nothing worth having never ever, never ever
You ain’t got no call not to think I wouldn’t fall into thinking that I ain’t too clever
And it ain’t not having one thing nor not another either, neither is it anything, whatever
And it’s not not knowing that there ain’t nothing showing and I answer to the name of Trevor, however

Just cos I ain’t never said no nothing worth saying never ever never never ever
Things have got read into what I never sad ‘til me mouth becomes me head which ain’t not all that clever
And it’s not not saying one thing nor not another either, neither is it anything I haven’t said, whatever
And it ain’t not proving that me mind ain’t moving and I answer to the name of Trever, however

Knock me down with a feather, Clever Trevor
Widebrows wonder wether Clever Trevor’s clever
Either have they got nor neither haven’t not
Got no right to make a clot out of Trevor

Why should I feel bad about something I ain’t ‘ad such stupidness is mad
Cos nothing underfoot comes to nothing less to add to a load of old toot
And I ain’t half not I'm glad cos there’s nowhere to put
It even if I ‘ad i’m a bit of a Jack the Lad

Knock me down with a feather, Clever Trevor
Widebrows wonder wether Clever Trevor’s clever
Either have they got nor neither haven’t not
Got no right to make a clot out of Trevor

Also, it takes much longer to get up north, the slow way

It may not look much if you've never heard it, but one of my all time favourites by any artist, in fact I would put this album in my personal top five of all time 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiulgP9kR7c

I like punk
I like Sham
I got nicked
Down West Ham

I like beans
I like sauce
I like sexual
Intercourse

I was just a bunk-up
For you to get your (s) punk up

Well morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on

Hey Eddie, can you catch us a ride ?

(or) the bed's too big, the frying pan's too wide

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"

Ah, people asking questions lost in confusion
Well I tell them there's no problem, only solutions
Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I've lost my mind
I tell them there's no hurry
I'm just sitting here doing time

I have my books,
And my poetry to protect me,
I am shielded in my armour,
Hiding in my room,
Safe within my womb,
I touch no one, and no one touches me.
I am a rock.
I am an island
And a rock feels no pain.
And an island never cries.

Nine Inch Nails

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

Depeche Mode

I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

Tori Amos

He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that
Sick holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those christian boys
So you can make me cu m
That doesn't make you Jesus

Smashing Pumpkins

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Pearl Jam

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky,
But why, why, why can't it be, can't it be mine?

They bite
They scratch
They make an awful fuss
It's no use stroking them and saying "puss puss puss"
Oh
Hunting tigers out in India
Out in, out in, out in India (yuh)


She said she'd like to bathe in milk, he said, "All right, sweetheart,"
And when he'd finished work one night he loaded up his cart.
He said, "D'you want it pasturize? 'Cause pasturize is best,"
She says, "Ernie, I'll be happy if it comes up to my chest."

you know our hearts beat out time very slowly
you know our hearts beat out time they're just
waiting for something that'll never arrive.

wolf parade.

The Devil came and took me,
From bar to street to bookie

I see you, walking by
you've got that far away look in your eyes
It was only, yesterday
like a cheap suit you were all over me
I should know better by now, my friend
just what I mean to you
You've been running in and out of my life so long
I don't want nothing to do with you

Love's a silver bullet,that blows your world apart

I wanna have it written on my tombstone,here lies the boy who stole your heart

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

John Lennon - Working Class

Slippy 1.01 landed

trying to make ends meet
you're a slave to money
then you die

At least I'm consistent Thomas!

All of Up The Junction

I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The railway arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up

I got a job with stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And started me on monday
So I had a bath on sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she'd seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her

I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her

This morning at 4:50
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's something missing
I'd beg for some forgiveness
But begging's not my business
And she won't write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction

The Straits - Romeo and Juliet.

'When you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold
you can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold.
You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin yeah,
Now you just say, oh Romeo yeah y'know I used to have a scene with him.'

The rest of the song as well. Oh and most of what DS wrote!

Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.

The Kinks

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone

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.

And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders

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?"

Novacaine for the Soul
You,d better give me something
To fill the Hole
Before i Splutter Out

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.

Anyone could light a candle,
But not the way that you do.

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

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.

I know you're cool,
But you think that you're chocolate.

C'est La Vie ~ Stereophonics

Girlfriend in a coma

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?"

Just seen I posted the same thing 4 years ago. Good to see it stood the test of time in my mind.

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

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

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

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.

With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the morning

I absolutely love that song bigmo

We did not say goodbye until the last minute
I held out my hand and my heart was in it

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…

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

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 ..............

I love that song FOYLESWAR.

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

at night the people come and go
they talk too fast and walk too slow

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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

you can relax
on both sides of the tracks
and maniacs don't blow holes
in bandsmen by remote control

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.

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

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

"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

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

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

Just 'cause you feel it
Doesn't mean it's there

There's always a siren
Singing you to shipwreck

A B C D E F G..I'm Eric the half a bee.

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

My funeral song: "Staying Alive!"

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

In the town where I was born.............

You're like my yo-yo, that glowed in the dark.

Bowie's 'Laughing Gnome'. Ha ha ha, hee hee hee, I'm the laughing gnome and you cant catch me

Bowie, like Queen, sure did write some tosh.

City of Brotherly Love
Place I call Home
Don't Turn Your Back On Me
I Don't Want To Be Alone
Love Lasts Forever

I'm disappointed, Steamship

Snowy in F# Minor


Did you ever wonder what's inside that keeps us together?
Did you ever want to take that knife and discover?
Like cutting into a sack of grain
Going to watch our love run away
And look at each other

Christian Fitness

Cynicism is brilliant
Yeah, cynicism is great
You can use it to work out who is a c&nt
it's great for making friends in prison visits for a lack
of interest in the people underneath

Criticism is inevitable if you cannot love
Your brother's, father's, daughter's, mother's son
It might be just a concept, but concepts can be used
To distract you from the fact that you were born

The world chokes on mohairs and children in wheelchairs
I know guys who would kill you if they could believe you

Believe you! Why the f*ck should I believe you
You've got a German wife and I'm sure she's nice but she's not very bright
And yet she works in the night making voodoo dolls
Of grandkids while dressed in a Nazi uniform
Manufactured in Singapore by the descendants of
Karen Rowe and Murphy's Law
No, not the film or a television programme you f*cking idiot
It's an idiom. What's an idiom?
Well, it's a phrase which is commonly acknowledged to have a meaning
which is not apparent from the individual words
Like for example "Britain is drowning in immigration"
Commonly acknowledged to mean "I am scared of everything that isn't me"

Tom Lehrer singing at Harvard University ceremony, late 1960's ' here we go sliding down the razor blade of life' - priceless.

Deacon Blue
There's a man I meet walks up our street
He's a worker for the council
Has been twenty years
And he takes no lip of nobody
And litter off the gutter
Puts it in a bag
And never sthinks to mutter
And he packs his lunch in a sunblest bag
The children call him bogie
He never lets on
But I know 'cause he once told me
He let me know a secret about the money in his kitty
He's gonna buy a dinghy
Gonna call her dignity
And I'll sail her up the west coast
Through villages and towns
I'll be on my holidays
They'll be doing their rounds
They'll ask me how I got her I'll say "I saved my money"
They'll say isn't she pretty that ship called dignity
And I'm telling this story
In a faraway scene
Sipping down raki
And reading maynard keynes
And I'm…

thinking about home and all that means
And a place in the winter for dignity
And I'll sail her up the west coast
Through villages and towns
I'll be on my holidays
They'll be doing their rounds
They'll ask me how I got her I'll say "I saved my money"
They'll say isn't she pretty that ship called dignity
And I'm thinking about home
And I'm thinking about faith
And I'm thinking about work
And I'm thinking how good it would be
To be here some day
On a ship called dignity
A ship called dignity
That ship

He drove up to the motel
In his town and country car
He watched the working women
With the field hands from the farm
He walked into the lobby
With his pleased to see you smile
Scribbled on to the register
His fictitious name and smiled
The footsteps of a young girl
Came tapping along the hall
The outline of his features
Were shadowed on the wall
She stood a little nervous
Half lit by the neon light
That flashed in many colours
Through the darkness of the night
The skin on his face
Like a well worn saddle
Smiled as he said goodnight
At the melody motel
It was business as usual
As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes
His shirt lay by his bedside
His jeans down by his feet
She swallowed hard and mumbled
With the key between her teeth
On went the television
The picture flickering slow
Top Cat in the alley way
As they sat there all alone
He drove back up his driveway
In his town and country car
His wife was cooking chicken
With a baby in her arms
The smell of home cooked dinner
Filled the air at home that night
Screaming Officer Dibble
In the TV's flickering light
Slumped in his favourite armchair
His face as grey as stone
His feet up on the table
Next to the chicken bones
He seemed to show no feelings
Picking corn out from his teeth
Police down at the motel
As the blood dried on the sheets

McCoy, if youre talking about tosh the Beatles must go some way to taking the biscuit. What's 'Yellow Submarine' and 'Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds' all about for instance?

You cite Bowie and I agree. Where was he going with 'Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow?' Disagree with Queen. Some inspirational stuff

All tripping on magic mushrooms and that in the 60's?

U2 Original Of The Species

Baby, slow down
The end is not as fun as the start
Please stay a child somewhere in your heart

I'll give you everything you want
Except the thing that you want
You are the first one of your kind

And you feel like no-one before
You steal right under my door
I kneel 'cause I want you some more
I want the lot of what you got
And I want nothing that you're not

Everywhere you go you shout it
You don't have to be shy about it

Some things you shouldn't get too good at
Like smiling, crying and celebrity
Some people got way too much confidence, baby, baby

Well the wicked king of clubs awoke
And it was to his queen turned
His lips were laughing as they spoke
His eyes like bullets burned

The sun's upon a gambling day
His queen smiled low and blissfully
Let's make some wretched fool to play
Plain it was she did agree

He send his deuce down into diamond
His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made

They voted club the days commander
Gave him an army face and number
All but the outlaw jack of diamonds
And the aces in the sky

Well, he gave his sevens first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud

Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long, green eyes did glow
And Mud was left with the sighs and trembles
Watching his hard earned money go

Flushes fell on Gold like water
Tens they paired and paired again
But the aces only flew through heaven
And the diamond jack called no man friend

Now, the Diamond Queen saw Muds ordeal
Began to think of her long lost son
Fell to her knees with a mother's mercy
And prayed to the angels every one

Now, the Diamond Queen, she prayed and prayed
And the Diamond Angel filled Muds hole
The wicked King of Clubs himself
Fell in face down in front of Gold

Now, three kings come to Clubs command
But the angels from the sky did ride
Three kings up on the streets of Gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side

The club queen heard her husband's call
But Lord, that Queen of Diamond's joy
When the outlaw in the heavenly hall
Turned out to be a wandering boy

Now, Mud he checked and Gold bet all
And Mud he raised and Gold did call
And the smile just melted on his face
When Mud turned over that diamond ace

Now, here's what this story's told
If you feel like Mud you'll end up Gold
If you feel like lost, you'll end up found
So amigo, lay them raises down

In the town where I was born.....Yellow submarine, think you missed the irony woodmanchester. I can appreciate what the beatles did, but never been a fan. Sorry Queen have done a lot of tosh, Radio Ga Ga, Bring Back That Leroy Brown, Under Pressure (Bowie)and and their best song, a before its time speed metal classic, Sheer heart Attack (not the album, the song) never gets played! If you played that or It's Late from News Of The World most pseudo Queen fans would say, what the feck is this & have no idea who it is. Even Bohemian Rhapsody has been played to death, & with the operatic overtones is really not my thing - like Mercury's Barcelona. I hate frickin' opera. Having said that, there are some songs that I grew up with, like Seven Seas Of Rhye, Now I'm Here, Don't Stop Me Now, that I love and I would say, even though they're not my favourite band/artist, it's hard to deny that Freddie Mercury is one of the, if not the, best, most charismatic front men ever.