There have been some good ones.
Dylan has one after another thought-provoking lines.
One of my favorites by The Who:
"But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be"
There have been some good ones.
Dylan has one after another thought-provoking lines.
One of my favorites by The Who:
"But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be"
If the thunder dont get you, then the lightning will.
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Sometimes the lights are shining on me. Other times I can barely see.
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Dont shake the tree if the fruit aint ripe.
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Inspiration, move me brightly. light the song with sense and color.
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The one thing we need is a left handed monkey wrench.
He was the naz
With God given ass
He took it all too far
But boy could he play guitar.
God doesn't belong to the Yankee dolla'
God doesn't plant the bombs for Hezbollah
The The
"She was tall, thin and tarty
And she drove a Maserati ..."
Rod Stewart "Italian Girls" 1972. Every teenage boy's fantasy (and still a little bit mine!)
"You ain't a beauty but hey, you're alright." (Springsteen)
A pig in a cage on antibiotics
Them belly full but we hungry.
Thunder Roadrunner wrote:
"You ain't a beauty but hey, you're alright." (Springsteen)
There's also "take a look at my girlfriend, she's the only one I got; not much of a girlfriend, never seem to get a lot"
and
"a simple prop to occupy my time"
"Crawlin' on her belly, an' shakin' like jelly, an' I'm gettin' harder than Chinese algebra."
Tom Waits
Pasties and a G-string
I was delayed, I was way-laid
An emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough to make
A shy, bald, Buddhist reflect
And plan a mass murder
Who said lied I'd to her?
I was delayed, I was way-laid
An emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough to make
A shy, bald, Buddhist reflect
And plan a mass murder
Who said I'd lied to her?
I'll find someone that's not going cheap in the sales
Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eyes as he stops one of three
Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the Sea
And the music plays on, and the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the Mariner tells his tale
Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies the albatross
Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings
And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and the ice and the albatross follows on
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime
Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North 'til all is calm
The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse, a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung
And the curse goes on and on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me
Day after day, day after day, we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water, everywhere and all the boards did shrink
Water, water, everywhere nor any drop to drink, no no
There calls the mariner, there comes a ship over the line
How can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide
See, onward she comes
Onward she nears, out of the sun
See she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there's two
Death and she, Life in Death, they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now
Then crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She, she, Life in Death
She lets him live, her chosen one
One after one by the star dogged moon
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang
And cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men and I heard nor sigh nor groan
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump
They dropped down one by one
The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he
And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too
Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak and they're lifeless in their eyes
And the revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on
Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and the Mariner's left alone, yeah
And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The Pilot's boat, his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto Him
And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrives the Mariner of his sins
The Mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made
And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on and on
edward teach wrote:
Anything from Sympathy for the Devil:
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul to waste
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
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Agreed, Sympathy for the Devil is one of the most carefully crafted narratives of any song ever.. Each line stands on its own. Doot doot. Doot doot.
But I believe in this and it's been tested by research:
He who fvcks nuns will later join the church.
A couple more from Frank Zappa...
"i'm only interested in two things, and that's
Titties and beer
You know what I mean?"
and...
"Watch out where the Huskies go
And don't you eat that yellow snow"
Several from the same song:
He played guitar like a natural disaster
But on the day that the shutdown came
all his old girlfriends looked the same
All his old girlfriends lined up in the sky
and told him to kiss the Twin Towns goodbye
Not Kilgore wrote:
I Hope I die before I get old.
The winner ^^^^^
We don't need no education,
We don't need no thought control.