What's your favorite musical lyric?

[billy_bob]

As is everything HMHB have ever done . I'm not posting any Half Man Half Biscuit lyrics though because it will make all the others posted seem shit ! Suffice to say they do call Neil Morrisey a knob head in one song !

Bottleneck at Capelcurrie. The best thing is, it's just thrown in there apropos of nothing in place of a line in the chorus, so the first time you hear it you're going "hang on, I'm sure he just said...?"

Also "If I were a linesman, I would execute defenders who applauded my offsides"

 

[Utopia]

Fuck Her Gently

This is a song for the ladies
But fellas listen closely
You don't always have to fuck her hard
In fact sometimes that's not right to do
Sometimes you've got to make some love
And fuckin give her some smoochies too
Sometimes ya got to squeeze
Sometimes you've got to say please
Sometime you've got to say hey
I'm gonna Fuck you softly
I'm gonna screw you gently
I'm gonna hump you sweetly
I'm gonna ball you discreetly
And then you say hey I bought you flowers
And then you say wait a minute sally
I think I got somethin in my teeth
Could you get it out for me
That's fuckin teamwork
Whats your favorite posish?
That's cool with me
Its not my favorite
But I'll do it for you
Whats your favorite dish?
Im not gonna cook it
But ill order it from Zanzibar
And then I'm gonna love you completely
And then I'll fuckin fuck you discreetly
And then I'll fucking bone you completely
But then I'm gonna fuck you hard
Hard

 

[AquaWolf]

These lyrics are quite... graphic haha

 

[snouty warthog]

The Exploited- "Maggie"

Maggie!
Maggie, ya c*nt!
Maggie!
Maggie, ya c*nt!
Maggie!
Maggie, ya c*nt!
Maggie Maggie Maggie Maggie!
Ya fucken c*nt!

I particularly enjoy the distinct lack of any political analysis of Our Glorious Former Leader... and the clever rhyming of 'c*nt' with 'c*nt'... now where's me jumper...?

 

[Azrael23]

Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.

 

[cuban pete]

White Noise

Rastus is a nigger. Thug mugger junkie.
Black golly gob. Big horny monkey.
Pimp pusher coon. Grinning piccaninnies.
Send him home soon. Back to the trees.

Black wogs. Black wogs. Your face don't fit.
Black wogs. Black wogs. You ain't no Brits.

Ahmed is a Paki. Curry coffee queer.
Ten to a bed. Flocking over here.
Tax-sponging canker. Smelly thieving kids.
Ponce greasy wanker. Worse than the yids.

Brown wogs. Brown wogs. Your face don't fit.
Brown wogs. Brown wogs. You ain't no Brits.

Stick together we'll all be white me and you
The only colours we need are red, right and blue.

Paddy is a moron. Spud thick Mick.
Breeds like a rabbit. Thinks with his prick.
Anything floors him if he can' fight or drink it.
Round them up in Ulster. Tow it out and sink it.

Green wogs. Green wogs. Our face don't fit.
Green wogs. Green wogs. We ain't no Brits.

If the victim ain't a soldier why should we care?
Irish bodies don't count. Life's cheaper over there.

Green wogs. Green wogs. Face don't fit.
Green wogs. Green wogs. We ain't no Brits!
Green wogs. Green wogs. Grab 'em boys.
Green wogs. Green wogs. Turn up the white noise.
Turn up the white noise! Turn up the white noise!

 

[Kanda]

All your dreams are made chained to a mirror with a razorblade...

Obvious innit

 

[Groucho]

riding on my bicycle i saw a motorcrash. a proper motorcrash and lots of spectators. i rushed to the centre saw the injured parents, cuts on the children, an awful motorcrash. dangerous terrible bloody motocrash. destructive motorcrash. took the mother. sneaked with her secretly all the way to my home. and nursed her gently. put on her bandages. gave her milk and biscuits. she sighed pleasantly. after this awful motorcrash. that girl on the bicycle showed great interest in all the motorcrashes in the neibourhood. she looked quite innocent but believe you me i know what innocence looks like and it wasn't there. then we disguised ourselves. took a taxi to her home. when her husband opened the door she introduced herself. he said where have you been all this time. after she got that bicycle.

 

[Groucho]

one person calls someone to pour the water. because it takes two to pour the water. to plough takes two as well. but only one to hold up the sky. one plays the harp. beats a rock with a stick. becomes a priest at least. a delicious demon...

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
and in my mind I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there,

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.

 

[Groucho]

i just go out walking with my favourite piece of wood with a four inch nail driven through it....somehow people don't seem to like me i don't know why...i like them but when i hit them they scream...i like meeting people

 

[nick1181]

He's the tired toy that everyone's enjoyed.
He want's to be a fancy man
but he's nothing but a nancy boy.

Elvis Costello

 

[nick1181]

Don't be like the one who made me so old
Don't be like the one who left behind his name
'Cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine
And nobody ever came...

 

[cesare]

There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
and in my mind I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there,

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.

Helpless

Stone, the world is stone
It's no trick of the light
It's hard on the soul

 

[butterfly child]

Suzanne (Leonard Cohen)

Suzanne takes you down to
her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body
with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body
with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body
with her mind.

 

[nick1181]

Actually I always thought there was a line in Rebel Yell that goes :

"I'd walk the ward for you babe"

but on looking it up, it appears to be
"I walked the world with you, babe", which is a bit of a disappointment in some ways.

But not others.

 

[nick1181]

Motel burning, murder, madness...

 

[Groucho]

eat me. eat me love. leave nothing behind. swallow me, all of me. drink me love. pour me in you. devour me. drink me in large gulps.
i hate you. i really do i hate you. i never thought i'd say yuck! to anybody but i really hate you. you worthless piece of slime. consume me love. i want you to inhale me. all of me. drown me love. in a bottomless pond. i'll never return. swallow me. all of me. i don't like you. i hate you. your smug little smile makes me sick. eat me love. your mouth wide open. i, on your tongue. you gulp me. then down your gullet. in the stomach you splash acid on me. i travel down the intestines. through the bowels and out. eat me love. eat me love. i hate you

 

[nick1181]

Im in the middle of nowhere
Near the end of the line
But theres a border to somewhere waiting
And theres a tankful of time
Oh give me just another moment to see the light of the day
And take me to another land where I dont have to stay

And Im gonna need somebody to make me feel like you do
And I will receive somebody
with open arms,
open eyes,
Open up the sky and let the planet that I love shine through

For crying out loud
You know I love you

 

[moose]

Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
And the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
And the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Interesting choice: do you like those lyrics?

 

[moose]

'like' isn't the right word. The song shocks me and gives me a shudder every time I hear her sing it. It's one of my favourites because it's so powerful.

 

[Groucho]

Interesting choice: do you like those lyrics?

They are very powerful and moving lyrics made more powerful and moving by Billie Holiday's rendition. Certainly amongst my top ten lyric greats. Possibly one of my top ten tracks.

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

'like' isn't the right word. The song shocks me and gives me a shudder every time I hear her sing it. It's one of my favourites because it's so powerful.

That makes sense, but for me, they're a bit too powerful.

 

[moose]

I can see your point. For me it's a 'lest we forget' kind of song. I thought of it again recently when I saw a tv programme about Taliban punishment hangings in Afghanistan.

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

I can see your point. For me it's a 'lest we forget' kind of song. I thought of it again recently when I saw a tv programme about Taliban punishment hangings in Afghanistan.

When I was a kid, nothing scared me more than photos of lynchings, etc. Those lyrics were important for their time, and are still powerful, but they make my gorge rise.

 

[D'wards]

No, you've got it the wrong way round
You shut me up, and blamed it on the brown
Cornered the boy kicked out at the world
The world kicked back, a lot fucking harder now

Moment of clarity from Pete Doherty