[Closed] Memorable song lyrics?

"What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?"

I'm serious as cancer
When I say rhythm is a dancer

They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings

Here's a classic especially for you Darcy...

Da da da..D Da da da

But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming
Honey you've got another thing coming
If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name
He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave

Islam is rising
The Christians mobilising
The world is on its elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds

Unforgettable.

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

It's Friday, Friday,
Gotta get down on Friday.
Every bodies looking forward to the weekend, weekend.

I blew 2 Gs on my dura ace.
Capped one race now I'm setting the pace.

The lyrical genius that is Ian Brown. If anyone knows what the flip he's on about, answers on a postcard please.

Memorable to me for some reason, I can sing along quite happily 🙂

I could be the next to see
That there'll be nobody there
If you feel excited throw your hands into the air
No one can judge you baby
That don't live your life
I need the resistance
Held by your astrological sign
Now I'm caught in the middle
You're next to me
I swim with the fishes
You come from the sea
The dolphins were monkeys that didn't like the land
Walked back to the water
Went back from the sand
The dolphins were monkeys that didn't like the land
Should I be walking the beach
Then I'd be holding your hand (yeaaa)
I could be the next to see
That there'll be nobody there
If you feel excited throw your hands into the air
No one can judge you baby
That don't live your life
I need the resistance
Held by your astrological sign
So now I'm caught in the middle
You're next to me
I swim with the fishes
You come from the sea
The dolphins were monkeys
That didn't like the land
Walked back to the water
Went back from the sand
The dolphins were monkeys that didn't like the land
Should I be walking the beach
I'll be holding your hand (yeaaaa)
I could be the next to see
That there'll be nobody there
If you feel excited throw your hands into the air
No one can judge you baby
That don't live your life
I need the resistance
Held by your astrological sign
So now I'm caught in the middle
You're next to me
I swim with the fishes
You come from the sea
The dolphins were monkeys that didn't like the land
Should I be walking the beach
Then I'd be holding your hand (yeaaaa)
I could be the next to see
That there'll be nobody there
If you feel excited throw your hands into the air
No one can judge you baby
That don't live your life
I need the resistance
Held by your astrological sign

We were lying in bed, staring at the moon
And I was wondering if I was supposed to be in love
But we couldn't quite decide if the moon was full
But I thought, well, tonight it's full enough

And this morning I was casually trying to sniff my fingers
On the way back home
I could smell you and I felt like a little boy
And we've been on these open seas far too long
So take a breath, take my hand, there's land ahoy

'i'll choke you with my (pork*) sword of silence'

*added in when performed live

Reminded of this yesterday, not "memorable" but amuses me greatly everytime I hear it:

Incubus, Make yourself, Consequenses:

"conseqenses, you'll see, we'll be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes."

Talking of Ian Brown, I always enjoy

For each a road
For everyman a religion
Find everybody and rue
F*** everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason

etc (FEAR)

This gave me goosebumps the other day

It's early morning
No one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
I imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
and when it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

I'm serious as cancer
When I say rhythm is a dancer

Son, I'm thirty
I only went with your mother 'cos she's dirty
and I don't have a decent bone in me
what you get is just what you see

The lyrical genius of Mr Shaun William Ryder

[b]binners[/b] - That's my favorite opening verse. So wrong, it's right.

"Hey hello Howard, how you doin', my next door neighbour?"
"Oh yea... Get your ****in' jumbo jet off my airport"

AC/DC

"Belligerent ghouls run Manchester schools. Spineless swines, cemented minds"

And I'm searching all the windows for a last minute present
to prove to you that what I said was real,
for something small and frail and plastic, baby,
'cause cheap is how I feel

Cowboy Junkies

Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me
you see
Straight up racist that sucker was simple and plain
Mother **** him and John Wayne.

Public Enemy

A concise discourse on the state of Russian politics in the immediate run up to the revolution comrades

Ra Ra Rasputin
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra Ra Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

The busy girl buys beauty
The pretty girl buys style
And the simple girl buys
What she's told to buy
And sees her world
Through the brightly lit eyes
Of the glossy romance of fashion
Where she can learn
Top tips for the gas cook
Successful secrets of a sexual kind
The daily drill for beautiful hair
And the truth about pain

Consumerism neatly summarised by Sir William. 25 years on and it still rings true.

I'm a starving third world mother
Refugee without a home
I'm a house wife hooked on Valium
I'm a Pensioner alone
I'm a cancer ridden spectre
That's covering the earth
I'm another hungry baby
I'm an accident of birth.

LOL @ BigButSlimmerBloke 😆

She stayed with me until she moved to Notting Hill
She said it was the place she needs to be.
Where the cocaine is fairtrade and frequently displayed
Is the Buena Vista Social Club cd.

HMHB, The Light at the end of the Tunnel.

This is one of the most powerful lines:

I shot a man in Reno
just to watch him die

Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues

In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last
All the roads were straight and narrow
And the prayers were small and yellow
And the rumour spread that I was aging fast
Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping
By a tree
And I looked and frowned and the monster was me

Well, I said hello and I said hello
And I asked "Why not?" and I replied "I don't know"
So we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can be
And he laughed insane and quipped "KAHLIL GIBRAN"
And I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through
For I realized that God's a young man too

Ho

Oh I said "So long" and I waved "Bye-bye"
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
Who was vaguely half asleep
For which my reputation swept back home in drag
And the moral of this magic spell
Negotiates my hide
When God did take my logic for a ride
(Riding along)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooh

He swallowed his pride and puckered his lips
And showed me the leather belt round his hips
My knees were shaking my cheeks aflame
He said "You'll never go down to the Gods again"
(Turn around, go back!)

He struck the ground a cavern appeared
And I smelt the burning pit of fear
We crashed a thousand yards below
I said "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around, go back!)

His nebulous body swayed above
His tongue swollen with devil's love
The snake and I, a venom high
I said "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around, go back!)

Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply
And I was seething, breathing deeply
Spitting sentry, horned and tailed
Waiting for you

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin’ ’bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin’ me see stars
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies
One day you’ll be in the ditch, flies buzzin’ around your eyes
Blood on your saddle

From some scottish band, should be popular here.

Maggie, Maggie you *.
Maggie, Maggie you *.
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, Maggie ah you **** *

[i]Dancing at the disco, bumper to bumper
Wait a minute
Where's me jumper?[/i]

And later...

[i]You might say things can only get better
You haven't lost your brand new sweater[/i]

Always makes me smile. 🙂

Pretty much anything by The Smiths.

Edit
Sorry, I thought it said 'miserable'

Pretty much anything by The Smiths.

Aye +1

Some genius in there.

I'm currently enjoying:

[i]break a mirror, roll the dice
run with scissors through a chip pan fire fight
go into business with a grizzly bear
but just don’t sit down cause i’ve moved your chair[/i]

It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife

And if a ten ton truck kills the both of us
To die by your side, well, the pleasure and the privilege is mine

DezB, Bjork...mad genius. 8)

Elbow Mirrorball

I plant the kind of kiss
That wouldn't wake a baby
On the self same face
The lie wouldn't let me sleep
And the street is singing with my feet
And dawn gives me a shadow I know to be taller
All down to you, dear
Everything has changed

My sorry name
Has made it to graffiti
I was looking for
Someone to complete me
Not anymore, dear.
Everything has changed

You make the moon a mirrorball
The streets an empty stage
The city's sirens, violins
Everything has changed

So lift off love
All down to you, dear
And lift off love
All down to you, dear

And we took the town to town last night
We kissed like we invented it
And now I know what every step is for
To lead me to your door
Know that while you sleep
Everything has changed

You make the moon a mirrorball
The streets an empty stage
The city's sirens, violins
Everything has changed.
Everything has changed.
Everything has changed

Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
I will not get all the pieces
I've been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more

Dancing at the disco, bumper to bumper
Wait a minute
Where's me jumper?

And later...

You might say things can only get better
You haven't lost your brand new sweater

Always makes me smile.

I'm also a big fan of Two pints of lager and a packet of crisps puhlease!

Cruising down carnality canal in my canoe, can I canoodle?

Ian Durie, RIP

I bomb atomically, Socrates philosophies

First line on Triumph by Wu Tang. Inspectah Deck.

"Strap-on Sally chased us down the alley,
We feared for our behinds"

The Seahorses.

If I had
If I had more
More would be laid at your feet

If you give me
Just a little smile
The dogs on my trail wouldn’t drag me back to jail

I woke up in a horse’s stomach one foggy morning
His eyes were crazy and he smashed into the cemetery gates

All I want is to be a happy man
All I want is to be a happy man

I’ve seen teeth
Across the horizon
Fangs spanning yellow against the earth

There ain’t nothing, yeah but ghosts
Fever, rabbit dreams and drunken boats

I woke up in a horse’s stomach one foggy morning
His eyes were crazy and he smashed into the cemetery gates

All I want is to be a happy man
All I want is to be a happy man

I woke up in a horse’s stomach one foggy morning
His eyes were crazy and he smashed into the cemetery gates

Found myself crying on New Years Eve
After a year of holding it in.
I guess I could have seen a hundred lonely faces
Tryin' to freeze a grin
(oh yes indeed-oh)
I'm gonna try harder in the coming year,
'cos nothing much's been happenin' here,
And maybe one day I will find
A Valentine.
(ooh-ohh)
It's gonna be good
It's gonna be better
It's gonna be good (so long baby!)
It's gonna be better.

A few spring to mind.

"And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next
Well let them take you next
'Cos you live and be thankful you're here
See it could be you tomorrow next year"

"When i am sad and weary
When all my hope is gone
I walk around my house and think of you with nothing on"

"Like Billy says whether you have or you have not wealth
The system might fail you but don't fail yourself"

"People I see
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that’s not to say
That there’s anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We’re getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd

The look in your eyes
When you gave this to me
Just put me on my guard
In this elegant chaos
I stand to one side"

"They're Justified and they're Ancient
And they drive an ice cream van"

slainte 8) rob

Look at my horse.
My horse is amazing.
Give it a lick.
Mmmm, it tastes just like raisins.

I've a stroke of its mane.
It turns into a plane,
and then it turns back again
when you tug on its winky.
Oooh that's dirty!

Do you think so?
Well I better not show you
where the lemonade is made.
Sweet lemonade,
Mmm sweet lemonade,
Sweet lemonade,
Yeah sweet lemonade.

(dance to horse playing keyboard)

Get on my horse.
I'll take you round the universe,
and all the other places too.

I think you'll find that the universe
pretty much covers everything.
Shut up woman get on my horse!

She gives him love on the leatherette,
Steaming up the glass because I've seen her.
But she only loves him because he's got a Cortina.

"Take me to the movies; the movies where I feel your boobies".

From some drum and bass/house song I was listening to a little while ago...

I want your whiskey mouth
All over my blond south...

Lady Gaga

Go downtown and eat it like a vulture

Missy Elliott. As Adam and Joe said, it's probably about Mr Wu's all you can eat buffet.

something by lady gaga..?

"Try wearing a cap"

or

"I wiggle when I piddle
'Cos my middle is a riddle"

or

"And what a scummy man
Just give him half a chance
I bet he'll rob you if he can"

Drop into action. You was relaxing...?
Extreme !! Now you're doing the max and ooh! It's inside ya keeping you hyper
Shoot you out of your cloud like a mystic sniper
Now all those non-believers we'll flatten
With future patterns due to split the atoms
Vibes causing symphonic spasms; and baby's having secret orgasms

😈

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Company Flow - End To End Burners

the condructress on the no. 19
she was a honey
pink toenails
and hands all dirty with the money

dire straights

I, met a boy, wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope beastie-tee, nipple rings,
New tattoos that claim that he
Was OGT,
back in '92,
from the first EP.

And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.

Well now I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,

And if I'm the man,

Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that ****in' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb ****.
I sold out long before you ever even heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And then you bought one.

I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,

If I'm the ****in' man
Then you're the ****in' man as well
So you can
Point that ****in' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb ****.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fairly dirty
Dollar

Shut up and

Buy, buy, buy, my new record
Buy, buy, buy, send more money
**** you, buddy.
**** you, buddy.
**** you, buddy.
**** you, buddy.

From the blessed Jah Wobble:

And now the buildings change, now the people change
Everything changing, spirit and matter most apparent
Realised there never was anything to worry about, to doubt was insane
The limited callow isolated individuals living on housing estates in
Chingford
Large detached houses in Kew, tower blocks in Tottenham marshes, become
my gods
I see an accounts clerk from tooting, I see Zeus
A sanitary inspector from the London borough of Haringey and Brahmin
stands resplendent before me
For 5 minutes I LOVE EVERYBODY
There is only love
All action ceases
The mile end road once a blood-stained battlefield of bacchanalian
excess
Becomes the garden of Gethsemane
A bitter 72 year old ex-Docker becomes the ever compassionate Buddha
A Cypriot minicab driver becomes St. Francis of Assisi
The 22 year old Glaswegian checkout girls IS the divine mother
I LOVE EVERYBODY
My spirit is free
I am limitless in space
Time and matter
Simultaneously the planet Neptune part of the structural support to
Vauxhall bridge
I am your left breast I am Stepney I am Peru I am divine and so are you
I love everybody
I am nothing except a mere cluster of notes
A road sign in skelmersdale
I ran the roman empire
I was a lavatory attendant in hull
I am everybody and everybody is me
Spirit - who put the spirit in matter? - love

A song about where I grew up

I shake my head and shiver
They smile
And then stab my back as they shake my hand
Send out an SOS plea
Come quickly
I'm marooned in monkeyland.

The Chameleons. Monkeyland.