What are your 3 favourite snippets of lyrics? Words that connected with you on a level beyond the norm, made you think "Fuck me, that's it."

 

Mine are:

 

"I'm a reasonable man, get off my case" - Radiohead, Packt like sardines. I am.

 

"Keep what ya got, by giving it all away" - Ian Brown. Beat that, Descartes.

 

"Done done and I'm under the next one" - Foo Fighters, All My Life. Teeth gritting, adrenaline pumping, balls out anger.

I'd have to give this some serious thought, but one of my favourites is:

 

Son, I'm 30, I only went with your mother cause she's dirty.

You choose your leaders and place your trust

As their lies wash you down and their promises rust

You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns

Traf and Smiffs take a bow

 

Same artist as Smiffs for me

 

The more i see, the more I know

the more I know, the less I understand

 

and

 

although I love this band I hate this song but

 

If I hadnt seen such riches

I could live with being poor

?Workin? that lace, I think it was the French cut

Yeah bitch, you got a big ol' butt.?

 

Snoop Doggy Dogg. His lyrical insights have really helped me through some tough times.

 

KILLER FACT - Snoop Doggy Dogg is a member of the Campaign For Real Ale.

Well she wore big knickers and she worked on't sewage farm

I put mi hand down her jeans and I nearly lost alf me arm

Well after 10 pints she looked quite fit

Couldn't wait to get me hands on her flabby tits

Sweaty Betty, she had a huge vagina

Well Mi best friend he come from Macc and we used to go out pullin crack

But now I know if was just a farse cause he's got spunk dribbling out of his arse

He's got scabs through stalkin other men, we're never goin talk to him again

AIDS and Herpes, he'e got em, the evidence is dribbling out of his bottom

Now he's a puff, he's a fuckin queer, he's a puff, he's got ghonerreah

And he doesn't like to feel girls tits

Well she wore big knickers and she worked on't sewage farm

I put mi hand down her jeans and I nearly lost alf me arm

Well after 10 pints she looked quite fit

Couldn't wait to get me hands on her flabby tits

Sweaty Betty, she had a huge vagina

 

 

Widders, I thought of you yesterday as I was looking at a potential seconary school for Henrietta jnr. On a wall there were quotes from different people in history Churchill, Gandhi, Mendela and the like and also I shit you not.........

 

"Whatever happened to Leon Trotsky

he got an ice pick that made his ears burn

whatever happened to dear ol Lenny

the great Elmyra and Sancho Panza"

 

It is a good school too

I spent last year looking for Widnes JR a secondary school

 

The best I could find had nothing that appealed to me

 

However, it now has spraypainted on it

 

I could have read a poem called Ozymandias to her

Instead I lived for the moment

It was a futile gesture anyway

I was here, and she was here

Ana being broad, of minds and hips

We did the only thing possible

 

OK, I may have made that up but it seems like a decent school nevertheless

Down down, you bring me down, I hear you knocking down my door and I can't sleep at night.

Your face, it has no place: no room for you inside my house I need to be alone.

 

Don't waste your words, I don't need anything from you: I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do.

 

Turn turn, I wish you'd learn. There's a time and place for everything I've got to get it through.

Cut loose, cause you're no use: I couldn't stand another second in your company

 

Don't waste your words, I don't need anything from you: I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do.

 

Stone me, why can't you see you're a no-one nowhere washed up baby who'd look better dead

 

Your tongue is far too long, I don't like the way it sucks and slurps upon my every word

 

Don't waste your words, I don't need anything from you: I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do

 

I am the resurrection and I am the light, I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like

 

I am the resurrection and I am the light, I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like

What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect.

What-a you t'ink you do? Why you look-a so sad?

It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place.

 

Ah, shaddap-a you face!

Ray decided to be silly after all

He'd died a 1000 times before in the viet war

So he strapped himself in and he took his chances

Into the valley of the bird, absurd

I don't remember what it was the old man said

I know I' d tempted fate a 1000 times before

So we strapped ourselves in and we took such chances

 

My favourite I'll never hear in a 'Favourite Song Lyrics' contest

The land between the trenches was patrolled by the deaf and the blind

The blind were shouting ?listen!?

While the deaf said ?can?t you see? ?

 

There?s centuries of fighting so I brought myself a gun

The salesman called it ?freedom? so my enemy bought a bigger one

 

Everybody wants to be happy

Everybody wants more money

Everybody wants more loving

Everybody wants the same thing

Recorded by Elvis, Matt Monro, Frank Sinatra amongst others.

 

Not such a well known song within our geneartion, but try listening to this lyric. It was written by a bloke dying of cancer. His wife, knowing the end would come soon, stayed by his side in hospital for the final three days. After three days and nights of not much sleep, she climbed up on his hospital bed and snuggled up to him; soon falling into a deep, well needed, sleep. During these couple of hours, her husband wrote the lyric which was then put to music.

 

 

Softly

 

I will leave you softly

 

For my heart would break

 

If you should wake and see me go.

 

 

So I leave you *softly

 

Long before you miss me,

 

Long before your arms can beg me stay

 

For one more hour for one more day.

 

 

After all the years

 

I can't bear the tears to fall

 

 

(First time)

 

So softly as I leave you there.

 

Instrumental 8 bars - then repeat from *

 

(Last time)

 

 

So softly, as I leave you there,

 

As I leave you there,

 

As I leave you there.

 

 

 

A great funeral song!

 

 

Edited October 15, 200916 yr by MickyD

At school he used to dream about

Being Bruce Lee

But the need for chops in the Manor top

Aint all that great you see

And so he gave up

On his black belt and first Dan

As near as he got to China

Was a week in Camber sands

At school he used to dream about

Being Bruce Lee

But the need for chops in the Manor top

Aint all that great you see

And so he gave up

On his black belt and first Dan

As near as he got to China

Was a week in Camber sands

 

i really like Mike Skinner (insert aggro here) and can really relate to his music and could list endless lyrics but just off the top of my head.

 

 

 

Rain taps on your window

Always did tho but you didn't hear it when things were so-so

You're on your own now

Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die alone

 

 

 

 

 

never a truer word spoken and all that

no no

no no no no

no no no no

no no there's no limits

 

no no

no no no no

no no no no

no no there's no limits

'See if I was in your blood

Then you wouldn't be so ugly'

Star Trekkin', across the universe

On the Starship Enterprise, under Captain Kirk

A pizza hut, a pizza hut

Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut

A pizza hut a pizza hut

Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut

McDonalds McDonalds

Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut

McDonalds McDonalds

Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut

 

 

genius.

Stop,

Collaborate and listen,

Ice is back with my brand new invention,

Something grabs a hold of me tightly,

Flowin like a harpoon daily and nightly.

 

I also seem to recall he warbles on about "Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon" as well

 

a modern day Shakespeare

So tell me how do you do

Finally I meet you

You don't know what I've been through,

waiting and wondering about you

I had a dream my trip would end at you,

and now I know paradise.

It's murder on the dancefloor

But you'd better not kill the groove

Dj, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

 

Oh, I know I know I know I know I know I know I know

About your kind

And so and so and so and so and so and so and so

I'll have to play

 

If you think your getting away

I will prove you wrong

I'll take you all the way

Boy, just come along

Hear me when I say

Hey

 

Got to be the 1st SEB that aint a SEB

This bed is on fire with a passionate love, the neighbours complain about the noises above, but she only comes when she's on top.

 

My therapist said not to see you no more, she said you're like a disease without any cure, she said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore, oh no,

ahh you think your'e so pretty.

 

Caught your'e hands inside the till, trapped your'e fingers in the door, fought with kitchen knives and skewers.

Dressed me up in womens clothes, messed around the gender roles, dry my eyes and call me pretty.

 

Moved out the house, so you moved next door.

I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall.

I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone.

Your'e driving me crazy, when you coming home.

When I was young I thought I had my own key

I knew exactly what I wanted to be

Now I'm sure you've boarded up every door

 

Lived in a bubble, days were never ending

Was not concerned about what life was sending

Fantasy was real, now I know much about the way I feel

 

I'll paint you the picture, 'cause I don't think you live round here no more

I've never even seen the key to the door

We only get what we will settle for

 

While we're living, the dreams we have as children fade away