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Ok, what lyrics do you remember?  Cranked up Who's Next this morning and two songs stuck out:

Note, anyone citing Zappa would ruin this thread so no forty dollar bills or yellow snow allowed.  

 

My Wife

My life's in jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be
I ain't been home since Friday night
And now my wife is coming after me

 

Behind Blue Eyes


And if I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat

And if I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
 

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When you’re lost in the rain in Juárez, when it’s Eastertime, too
And your gravity fails and negativity don’t pull you through
Don’t put on any airs when you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there and they really make a mess outta you

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"I swear it had the power to repair itself..."

 

 

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She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine.
And I said, oh, I didn't know that,
But then again, there's only one I've met
And he just smoked my eyelids
And punched my cigarette

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Been digging this cover of some of the greatest lyrics of all time. It picks up some steam about 2 minutes in and keeps going full tilt.

 

 

 

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Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

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Something about the way you taste 
Makes me want to clear my throat 
There's a method to your movements 
That really gets my goat 
I looked for silver linings 
But you're rotten to the core 
I've had just about all I can take 
You know I can't take it no more 

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Pancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
And nobody heard his dying words
Ah, but that's the way it goes

And all the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness, I suppose
Townes Van Zandt .........

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I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it

Syd

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Well, in the night forlorn
Oh, the morning's born
And the morning shines
With the lights of love
And you will miss sunrise
If you close your eyes
And that would break
My heart in two

 

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“ the jukebox has to take a leak; And the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break; And the telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make; And the piano has been drinking.”

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Our houses were a shambles, our love conspiracy
Your hand was always down my pants before our guests could leave
They didn't like our drugs, our children or our dogs
The way we made it up each day
Now the kids have grown we talk on the phone
If one of them is sick or needs some money
Our words are dry, so measured and polite
I can't believe we were married
That we were wed

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So if you find someone Someone to have, someone to hold Don't trade it for silver Don't trade it for gold I have all of life's treasures And they are fine and they are good They remind me that houses Are just made of wood What makes a house grand Ain't the roof or the doors If there's love in a house It's a palace for sure Without love It ain't nothin but a house A house where nobody lives

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Boney's high on china white, shorty found a p-p-punk, don't you know there ain't
No devil, there's just god when he's drunk, well this stuff will probably kill
You, let's do another line, what you say you meet me down on heartattack and Vine.

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"Colored Spade" Lyrics

Hair

I'm a
Colored spade
A nigger
A black nigger
A jungle bunny
Jigaboo coon
Pickaninny mau mau

Uncle Tom
Aunt Jemima
Little Black Sambo

Cotton pickin'

Swamp guinea
Junk man
Shoeshine boy

Elevator operator
Table cleaner at Horn & Hardart
Slave voodoo
Zombie
Ubangi lipped

Flat nose
Tap dancin'
Resident of Harlem

And president of
The United States of Love
President of

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There's a young man in the corner playing 'Crazy' all night long
quarters piled high upon the table
He orders Wild Turkey and with a quick wit and a smile
he says, 'My darling, you're the one I'll drape in sable'
But his baseball cap and this bar-room rap
tell me a different story
that this is not my prince to grant all my wishes
Just another lonely country-boy grown weary of the night
Just another boy with a sink full of dirty dishes

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2 hours ago, SailBlueH2O said:

Pancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
And nobody heard his dying words
Ah, but that's the way it goes

And all the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness, I suppose
Townes Van Zandt .........

Only when Emmy Lou sings it.

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"I got a Dalmatian, and I can still get high. & I can play the guitar like a mother fuckin' riot"

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I smoke two joints in time of peace, And two in time of war. I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints. & then I smoke two more

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5 hours ago, Cal20sailor said:

Ok, what lyrics do you remember?  Cranked up Who's Next this morning and two songs stuck out:

Note, anyone citing Zappa would ruin this thread so no forty dollar bills or yellow snow allowed.  

 

My Wife

My life's in jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be
I ain't been home since Friday night
And now my wife is coming after me

 

Behind Blue Eyes


And if I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat

And if I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
 

Fine -- no Zappa?  Then perhaps the single most sublime lyric known in Rock n Roll.  Directly from the Angry Samoans:

I'll put your head in a milk bottle!

 

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I love a good lyric. Sometimes just 1 good line makes a song for me  even better if it’s the first line, not counting the chorus  not positive who write these but the singers were ...

it was all that I could do, to keep from crying. - You never even callled me by my name. David Allen Coe 

shes 41 and daddy still calls her baby. - Delta Dawn -Tanya Tucker. 

And then Dylan with what I thought was the best insult in a lyric ever. 

 
I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could 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
 
 
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These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall; This is the wonder of devotion – I see the torch we all must hold; This is the mystery of the quotient – upon us all a little rain must fall.

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5 hours ago, franz said:

Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

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Sam Stone's welcome home didn't last too long

Climbin' wall while sittin' in a chair.....

And Sammie took to stealin' when he got that empty feein'

for hundred dollar habit without overtime...…….

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Do you wanna go to work today?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna pay some bills?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna shovel snow?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna go out to a bar?...Yah Yah Yah !!

Do you wanna do da dishes?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna go to church?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna buy insurance?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna make da bed?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna get married?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna eat sushi?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna go to Illinois?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna do a shot wit me?...Yah Yah Yah !!

Do you wanna get da flu?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna talk to Ziggy?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna fall down?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna watch soccer?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna go to prison?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna get a haircut?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna swallow poison?...No I don't wanna do dat!
Do you wanna get in a hot tub fulla blackberry brandy with Cindy Crawford?...Ooooh Yes!!
Yah Yah Yah !!

Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah...HEY!!
 

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An old sig line I borrowed from Wall of Voodoo;

"Well I like to know what I'm doing when I do it 
And I do what I'm doing 'cause I don't know what to do when I'm not doing it "

pretty much summed up the Fordeck experience for me.

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Well I ain't often right but I've never been wrong,
Seldom turns out the way it does in the song.
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right.

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Harry got up
Dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won't be down on Wall Street anymore

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And the all time winner is . . .

 

You hear him howling around your kitchen door
You better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again

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^^ jfc..

'Suffer Little Children' by the Smiths, it's based on fact. imo, their best song.

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I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
I'm crying
 
Sitting on a corn flake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
 
Mr. City policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
 
Sitting in an English garden
Waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan
From standing in the English rain
I am the egg man (How do you do sir?)
They are the egg men (The man maintains a fortune)
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob
 
Expert, texpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you (Ho ho ho, hee hee hee, hah hah hah)
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying
 
Semolina Pilchard
Climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe
 
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo goo

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Each to his own way, I'll go mine

Best of luck with what you find

But for your own sake remember times

We used to know

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I want to be se-duced,
I want a wom-an to take me out to din-ner for two
I want to see her eyes get-tin' mood-y,
Flirt-in' with the thought of what flirt-in' can lead to
I want to act real cool, have her think a-bout get-tin' lit-tle me in bed
Have a chat a-bout Mag-na Chart-a, or Puer-to Val-ler-ta, or some-thin' Gan-dhi said
I might de-mur po-lite-ly, fal-ter slight-ly, if she starts to fon-dle my knee,
But I'm rel-a-tive-ly cer-tain I'd com-pro-mise if I know me
I want to be se-duced, I want a wom-an to talk to me sug-gest-I've-ly
I want to hear her say she'll be with me to-morr-ow morn-ing,
Drink-ing hot jas-mine tea
I want her to make me laugh, make a point of touch-ing me when she talks
Leav-ing all the jeal-ous guys in the joint to mum-ble in their beer and gawk
I know it on-ly hap-pens, when I'm nap-ping, nod-ding in my rev - er-ie
That I ev-er find a wom-an who would-n't mind se-du-cing me
I know it on-ly hap-pens, when I'm nap-ping, nod-ding in my rev - er-ie
That I ev-er find a wom-an who would-n't mind se-du-cing
Start-ing from the mom-ent that we'd been in-tro-duced
That I ev-er find a wom-an who would-n't mind se-du-cing me

 

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I'm a streetwalking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb
I am the world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys
Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby, detonate for me
Oh
Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Soul radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a fire fight
Honey, gotta strike me blind
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby, penetrate my mind
And I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
And honey I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin', only to destroy, hey
Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Soul radiation in the dead of night
Love in

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Some people like to go out dancing
And other people, (like us) they gotta work
And there's always some evil mothers
They'll tell you life is full of dirt.
And the women never really faint, 
And the villains always blink their eyes.
And the children are the only ones who blush.
'Cause life is just to die.
But, anyone who has a heart
Wouldn't want to turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played the part
He wouldn't want to turn around and fake it

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Friday left me fumblin with the blues

And it's hard to win when you always lose

Well the night spots spend your spirit, beat your head against the wall

Two dead ends and you still got to choose.

You the know the bartenders, they all know my name.

And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame

I'm a pool shootin' shimmy shyster shakin' my head

When I should be livin' clean instead.

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I went home with the waitress     

Like I always do      

How was I to know ho ho      

She was with the Russians too.............HEAH

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11 minutes ago, captpiratedog said:

Your own

Personal

Jesus

The best cover is from this French Ska band, Les Singes Verts

 

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Kinky Friedman is up there as one of the funniest lyricists of all time: They don't make Jews like Jesus anymore, Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns into bed, asshole from El Paso, Waitret please waitret, etc. etc.

 

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Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there

With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair

She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns

Come in she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm

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13 hours ago, cyclone said:

She’s filing her nails while they’re dragging the lake

 

 

 

Far, far too many lyrics from EC to post here. . .

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This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
Restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
That's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
Restaurant.

 

 

 

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You can offer to the righteous
The good that you have won
But down here among the unclean
The good just comes undone

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10 hours ago, dreadom said:

Kinky Friedman is up there as one of the funniest lyricists of all time: They don't make Jews like Jesus anymore, Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns into bed, asshole from El Paso, Waitret please waitret, etc. etc.

 

She was guilty

I was dead

what do you think the old judge said

That's the way the girls are in Texas

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John Prine has to be in here somewhere..so...

 Say you drive a Chevy - say you drive a Ford
Say you drive around the town 'till you just get bored
Then you change you mind - for something else to do
And your heart gets bored with your mind and it changes you

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8 minutes ago, Mark K said:

John Prine has to be in here somewhere..so...

 Say you drive a Chevy - say you drive a Ford
Say you drive around the town 'till you just get bored
Then you change you mind - for something else to do
And your heart gets bored with your mind and it changes you

Sam Stone, #29

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13 hours ago, Al Paca said:

I went home with the waitress     

Like I always do      

How was I to know ho ho      

She was with the Russians too.............HEAH

Al, one of my favorite songs and I'm pretty sure you got it wrong,  

"The way I always do."

Great song though.  Cheers.  

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And it's three days ride from Bakersfield and I don't know why I came
I guess I came to keep from payin' dues
So instead I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen
And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues Yeh

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Fuck the kids Fuck the kids Fuck the kids.

Got in a lot of trouble when my 5yr old sang that at kindergarten 

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Small wheel turns by fire and the rod

Bigwheel turns by the grace of God

Everytime that wheel turn round

bound to cover just a little more ground

 

Or my favorite lyrical variation to that song.....

If the thunder don't getcha then the lightshow will

 

 

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Children are dancin', the gamblers are chancin' their all
The window's accusing the door of abusing the wall
But who cares what the night watchmen say
The stage has been set for the play
Hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today

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Saying mother, I know that you'll grieve
But I've given my soul to st john the gambler
Tomorrow comes time to leave
For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
And dead men lie deep 'round the door
The only salvation that's mine for the asking
So mother, think on me no more

And winter held high round the mountains' breast
And the cold of a thousand snows
Lay heaped upon the forest's leaf
But she dressed in calico
For a gambler likes his women fancy
Fancy she would be
And the fire of her longing would keep way the cold
And her dress was a sight to see

But the road was long beneath the feet
She followed her frozen breath
In search of a certain st john the gambler
Stumbling to her death
She heard his laughter right down from the mountains
And danced with her mother's tears
To a funeral drawn of calico
'neath the cross of twenty years

To a funeral drawn of calico
'neath the cross of twenty years

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I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there,
She was lyin' on a long white table,
So sweet, so cool, so fair.

Went up to see the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.

I went down to old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square
They were serving the drinks as usual,
And the usual crowd was there.

On my left stood old Joe McKennedy,
And his eyes were bloodshot red;
He turned to the crowd around him,
These are the words he said:

Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search the wide world over
And never find a better man than me

Oh, when I die, please bury me
In my ten dollar Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So my friends'll know I died standin' pat.

Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing me a song
Put a twenty-piece jazz band on my tail gate
To raise Hell as we go along

Now that's the end of my story
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you just tell them
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues

 

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The name she gave was caroline
Daughter of a miner
Her ways were free
It seemed to me
That sunshine walked beside her

She came from spencer
Across the hill
She said her pa had sent her
'cause the coal was low
And soon the snow
Would turn the skies to winter

She said she'd come
To look for work
She was not seeking favors
And for a dime a day
And a place to stay
She'd turn those hands to labor

But the times were hard, lord,
The jobs were few
All through tecumseh valley
But she asked around
And a job she found
Tending bar at gypsy sally's

She saved enough to get back home
When spring replaced the winter
But her dreams were denied
Her pa had died
The word come down from spencer

So she turned to whorin' out on the streets
With all the lust inside her
And it was many a man
Returned again
To lay himself beside her

They found her down beneath the stairs
That led to gypsy sally's
In her hand when she died
Was a note that cried
Fare thee well... Tecumseh valley

The name she gave was caroline
Daughter of a miner
Her ways were free
It seemed to me
That sunshine walked beside her

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Well I know a little girl
Lives over there
She looks so square
But for a pair of ragin' eyes
Oh she's got ragin' eyes

Well she ain't such a beauty
Hardly a Juliet
But she can roll a Romeo
And then do his duty
With those ragin' eyes, ragin' eyesWell I know a little girl
Lives over there
She looks so square
But for a pair of ragin' eyes
Oh she's got ragin' eyes

Well she ain't such a beauty
Hardly a Juliet
But she can roll a Romeo
And then do his duty
With those ragin' eyes, ragin' eyes

 

I am RC for a women only Regatta in Flying Scots this Sunday, I may see some Ragin Eyes before it is over.

Wish me luck Snaggs, I may end up in deep shite.

 

 

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We all left, and she's standing there

Black Veil covering her silver hair

and ol' one-eyed John said her name was Alice

she used to be a whore in Dallas

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Fifty million years ago

You walked upon the planet so

Lord of all that you could see

Just a little bit like me

Walking in your footsteps

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How can I save my little boy
From Oppenheimer's deadly toy?
There is no monopoly on common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

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This place has changed for good
Your economic theory said it would
It's hard for us to understand
We can't give up our jobs the way we should
Our blood has stained the coal
We tunneled deep inside the nation's soul
We matter more than pounds and pence
Your economic theory makes no sense
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can't control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together
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I can't quite remember, but I think this was Letterman's 2nd last show.

 

 

 

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I have always thought that the Feederz nailed it:

We nailed you to a cross
But you're still a fucking pain
Dead two thousand years
Still can't get it through your brain
You're just a worthless corpse
You're just a pile of shit
Give me a couple of nails
And I'll ventilate your pit

Jesus entering from the rear
Fucking you in the ass
Just another faggot
In just another mass

We won't take it any more
We just won't take that trash
You're another stupid martyr
With another rectal rash
We won't take you in the butt
We're just waiting for the when
We've got a lot of nails
To do it to you again

Jesus entering from the rear
Fucking you in the ass
Just another faggot
In just another mass

You thought it would be cute
You thought it would be fun
But wait 'til I split your shitter
With a soldering gun
Jesus on a plate
Jesus a la carte
Jesus under glass
Just another fucking tart
 

 

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"The Savior"

No one was too surprised to hear the news that day.
America had raped your sacred land,
And if that wasn't bad enough, your little child
Is lying still because of some fool's bloody plans.

It's been a while since
I've been around, so
I will be there on time.

They thought they'd killed you,
Were only mourning
While your people cried.

And then my so-called brothers in this land of hate
Laughed and shook their fists about the war,
It's terror out of our hands again but still they say,
Democracy and freedom prevailed once more.

It's been a while since
I've been around, so
I will be there on time.

I am the savior,
U.S. behavior
Is far below the slime.

And Moammar told me how it was to lose a child,
And I'll admit I can't imagine why.
My father brought me back to all this fear and pain,
I'll turn the other cheek the day I die.

 

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If you see her say hello............  .. ...............

Sundown yellow moon

I   re   play  the past

I know every scene by heart

It all went by so fast

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On 9/14/2018 at 8:41 PM, cyclone said:

She’s filing her nails while they’re dragging the lake

 

 

 

You beat me to this one by a country mile, but it's funny how this one line just really stands out, with so many really clever Elvis Costello lyrics.  I think it just branded itself into my brain the first time I heard this song.

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We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

 

If I needed you would you come to me
Would you come to me for to ease my pain
If you needed me I would come to you
I would swim the seas for to ease your pain

Well the night's forlorn and the morning's born
And the morning shines with the lights of love
And you'll miss sunrise if you close your eyes
And that would break my heart in two

Emmy Lou is outstanding, including Pancho and Lefty. Townes is iconic.

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On 9/14/2018 at 5:56 AM, Cal20sailor said:

Ok, what lyrics do you remember?  Cranked up Who's Next this morning and two songs stuck out:

Note, anyone citing Zappa would ruin this thread so no forty dollar bills or yellow snow allowed.  

 

My Wife

My life's in jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be
I ain't been home since Friday night
And now my wife is coming after me

 

Behind Blue Eyes


And if I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat

And if I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
 

Yeah, that one stuck. A lot of Who lyrics stuck. Remember "Tommy"? Of course everybody does.

  Another notorious ear-worm producer of that era was Joni Mitchell  

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 ‘I was a free man in Paris. I felt unfettered and alive.
 There was nobody calling me up for favours and no one’s future to decide. 

 

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