Great Song Lyrics

If wine and pills were hundred dollar
Bills, I might keep you satisfied
And if broken dreams were limousines
I might take you for a ride

And all I can do is think of you
And wish you were here by my side
Yes, if heartaches were nickels
I'd be the richest fool alive

If Heartaches Were Nickels - Joe Bonamassa

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Oldfart

 

Resonates to this very day

 

"Like Dom King, Iv'e got a crazy hair doo"

Beastie Boys

 

"Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg"

Led Zeppelin

 

"I'm not fine fuck pretending"

Alice in chains.

 

"Rapunzel Rapunzel let down you hair, so I can climb up and get into your underwear"

More Beastie Boys

...I'll stop now

 

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun
Shine on you crazy diamond
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky
Shine on you crazy diamond
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze

Shine On You Crazy Diamond - Pink Floyd

Oldfart

 

More Floyd:
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Wish you were here.
I could play that intro on guitar once in my life.

 

Elvis Costello -

Oh, I said, "I'm so happy I could die"
She said, "Drop dead" then left with another guy

Pink Floyd, had the last line painted on the back of a helmet, my mom was none to pleased -

The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Cracker - What the World Needs Now -

I don't know what the world may need
But a V8 engine's a good start for me
Think I'll drive and find a place
To be surly

Bad Examples - Not Dead Yet

I was born too late to play in the rolling stones
I don't know jimmy page, I never met yoko ono
Standing with a strat, I'm rock and roll's bastard son
Go out, get drunk, get laid, have fun
I don't got a million dollars, don't drive a cadillac
Gimme half a chance, 'cause I'm not dead yet

 

Elvis Costello -

Oh, I said, "I'm so happy I could die"
She said, "Drop dead" then left with another guy

Pink Floyd, had the last line painted on the back of a helmet, my mom was none to pleased -

The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Cracker - What the World Needs Now -

I don't know what the world may need
But a V8 engine's a good start for me
Think I'll drive and find a place
To be surly

Bad Examples - Not Dead Yet

I was born too late to play in the rolling stones
I don't know jimmy page, I never met yoko ono
Standing with a strat, I'm rock and roll's bastard son
Go out, get drunk, get laid, have fun
I don't got a million dollars, don't drive a cadillac
Gimme half a chance, 'cause I'm not dead yet

 

My lovely, lovely, lovely horse
My lovely horse
Running through the field
Where are you going
With your fetlocks blowing
In the wind?
I want to shower you with sugar lumps
And ride you over fences
Polish your hooves every single day
And bring you to the horse dentist
My lovely, lovely, lovely horse
My lovely horse
You're a pony no more
Running around
With a man on your back
Like a train in the night, yeah
Like a train in the night ...

 

As for Fish era Marillion, there are so many to choose from... I particularly like Forgotten Sons... from when the troubles were still at the front of the news and how the loss of individual troops in the region was all too soon forgotten by the nameless, faceless watchers who parade the carpeted corridors of Whitehall...



You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile
The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons

 

But one of my true favourite songs has awesome lyrics along an amazing track... if you never heard this song, do yourself a favour and spend a little time on it!

Diary of a working man - Blackfoot


In a room all alone
Waiiting by the telephone
With a tear in his eye and a pen in his hand
So begins the diary of a working man
He'd been poor man all his life
And just when things were going right
Some stranger takes his woman away
He doesn't know if he'll see
Oh, another day
Oh, another day
Time has come and he was right
It was a cold and rainy night
And he thought for sure she would follow
But it won't be the same, no...
Tomorrow
Now here's a man glory bound
In a pool of dreams about to drown
If he can just get through this night
Then maybe tomorrow things
Will work out right
Oh, will work out right
Well, with the pain in his blood
He'd love to take her if he could
And as he wakes with a scream
To only realize it's just reality
He woke with sweaty hands
Maybe there'll be a change in plans
With a tear in his eye and a gun in his hand
So ends the diary of a workingman

 

Keeping it simple...

 

Fist classs choice track of a (once?) great band and singer. I came across the band before they hit big in this country as I heard a track being played from the sound desk in the lead up to a rock band concert - the details of which I can no longer remember who, when or where - so I went and asked at the desk what it was he'd played and he wrote down the name of the band. It's likely the sound guy had got the track from the States because finding more information at the time was impossible and I had to wait until "TV ON THE RADIO" played some of their early stuff and it got a UK release and I could get my hands and ears on the full deal!

Moving on, I'll punt, arguably, one of the UK's finest rock lyricists, singers and band leaders EVER ............... Mr, Lynott and co. You could pick any number of tracks from TL's catalogue (please ) but I'll choose a particular 'duet' offering with the very finest TL lead gutar player.

ARE YOU OUT THERE? I SAID, ARE YOU OUT THERE?

 

Great thread and some great choices. I was beginning to think I’m the only one who still gives Script the occasional spin (well, stream). It may be harder for anyone not growing up watching the troubles on tv to get the impact of Forgotten Sons but I’ll always remember the drama and chill of it live. Same with Chelsea Monday. Those were the days.

 

One of my long time favourites:-

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun

Itchycoo Park - Small Faces

 

Well, the Pistols are a possibility:
'There's no point in asking, you'll get no reply'
& of course 'Get pissed, destroy!'

W/Jayne Country and the Electric Chairs are too:
'If you don't wanna fuck me baby, fuck off!'

Maybe the Prodigy:
'I'm on the way to another dimension
I'm on the way to another dimesnion
I'm on the way to another dimension - pay close attention'.

But possibly the greatest sets of lyrics I have ever heard are Springsteen's:

THE RIVER
Album version



I come from down in the valley where mister when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen
We'd ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

We'd go down to the river and into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we'd ride

Then I got Mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle, no flowers no wedding dress

That night we went down to the river and into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we did ride, yay yay yay

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important, well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember, Mary acts like she don't care

But I remember us riding in my brother's car, her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake and pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true or is it something worse

That sends me down to the river, though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight, ay yay yay
Down to the river, my baby and I
Oh down to the river we ride, ah yay yay
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh

DS