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    As many songs as I've listened to, there are some that have phrases that just stick in my mind. Why? Memorable? Profound? Catchy? Silly? Applicable to me? I couldn't tell you, but they are there. I was listening to Steely Dan's Can't Buy A Thrill album and one of those lines is in the song Dirty Work:
    like a castle in his corner
    in a medieval game
    I foresee terrible trouble
    but I stay here just the same
    Do you have any of those phrases that stick in your head?

    David - Trigger-happy HTGuide Admin

  • #2
    This is a pretty cool idea for a thread....... One song that always comes to mind for me when I think of lyrics that have always stuck with me was a Queensryche song "Another Rainy Night (Without You)

    Strange how laughter looks like crying with no sound
    Raindrops taste like tears, without the pain

    I'm sure more will come to me.......



    • #3
      Oh yeah, that's another good one. I was just listening to Empire earlier.

      David - Trigger-happy HTGuide Admin


      • #4
        Ooh, so many choices... I've always thought the 2nd verse of Pink Floyd's "Run Like Hell" to be funny:

        Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks,
        They're gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box.


        • #5
          Yes, lots, but it'll take some time for them to come to me to post here.

          For whatever reason, the first one that comes to my mind is a line from Meatloaf of all people, that struck me as poignant/poetic.

          "She used her body just like a bandage... she used my body just like a wound."

          One of my favorite songs, having grown up on Neil Diamond from my dad, is "Play Me". It's also pretty much my favorite to sing at Karaoke, etc. It begins with:

          She was morning
          I was nighttime
          I one day woke up to find her lying... beside my bed
          I softly said... come take me
          You are the sun
          I am the moon
          You are the words
          I am the tune
          Play Me...

          So many lines are etched into my brain from U2, my favorite band of all time, of course!

          From "When Love Comes to Town":
          I was there when the crucified my Lord
          I held the scabbard when the soldier drew his sword
          I threw the dice when they pierced his side
          But I've seen love conquer the great divide

          From "Yahweh" (I interpret this to be referring to 9/11, and submitting to God's sovereignty)
          Take this city
          A city should be shining on a hill
          Take this city
          If it be your will
          What no man can own,
          No man can take
          Take this heart
          And make it break

          Well, we're safe for now. Thank goodness we're in a bowling alley.
          - Pleasantville


          • #6
            And now for something COMPLETELY different as they say.
            'The wind peed through the love, my pocket, deep within...'
            Capt. Beefart

            I don't know why, but that wacky line has been lodged in my brain for decades. That and Edith Bunker singing the intro to 'All in the Family'.
            The things I have to live with. :W
            What if the Hokey Pokey really IS what it's all about?


            • #7
              Ward - up the voltage.

              David - Trigger-happy HTGuide Admin


              • #8
                Watch out where the huskies go
                An' don't you eat that yellow snow

                Frank Zappa


                • #9
                  You're So Sweet,
                  Horseflies Keep Hanging 'round Your Face

                  From Neil Diamond's Hot August Night album.
                  My Homepage!


                  • #10
                    "Practice makes perfect sense when it comes to love"

                    Michael Franks: Album- Dragonfly Summer
                    "I have come here, to chew bubblegum and kickass. And I'm all out of bubblegum!!!"


                    • #11
                      The chorus from Manfred Mann's Earth Band 1977 hit 'Blinded by the Light' that noone could figure out what he was singing:scratchhead: Until we checked Springsteen's album he took the song from for the words, "Blinded by the light, cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night". Everyone had their own version of the line but noone was right. :lol: And it was impossible to forget the song! -Russ


                      • #12
                        Well, who can forget:

                        Inna gadda daveeda, bay bay... (in the garden of eden, baby...)

                        Hold me close now, tiny dancer... (Tony Danza?)

                        'Scuze me, while I kiss this guy! (the sky?)

                        Well, we're safe for now. Thank goodness we're in a bowling alley.
                        - Pleasantville


                        • #13
                          Great Thread !!

                          “It’s better to burn out, than to fade away” – Neil Young

                          "There's someone in my head, but it's not me" - Pink Floyd

                          "This isn't who it would be, if it wasn't who it is" - Phish

                          "You won't get a refund if you overPRAY" - Phish

                          "Excuse me, while I kiss the sky" - Jimi Hendrix


                          • #14
                            Information is not Knowledge.
                            Knowledge is not Wisdom.
                            Wisdom is not Truth.
                            Truth is not Beauty.
                            Beauty is not Love.
                            Love is not Music.
                            Music is the Best.

                            -Frank Zappa


                            • #15
                              My favorite chorus by Steely Dan is from the song 'Time out of Mind'.

                              Tonight when I chase the dragon
                              the water will change to cherry wine
                              the silver will turn to gold
                              Time out of Mind


                              • #16
                                Originally posted by MidFi
                                "Excuse me, while I kiss the sky" - Jimi Hendrix
                                'Scuse me while I kiss the sky



                                • #17
                                  'Scuse me while I kiss the sky
                                  That's the way he sang it at Woodstock (just watched -- and listened to -- "Jimi Hendrix Live at Woodstock" this afternoon).

                                  Bob Dylan has penned quite a number of amazing lyrics, but few are quite as memorable (and chilling) as this excerpt from "Positively 4th Street":

                                  "You see me on the street
                                  You always act surprised
                                  You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
                                  But you don't mean it

                                  When you know as well as me
                                  You'd rather see me paralyzed
                                  Why don't you just come out once
                                  And scream it"

                                  And sheer poetry from "Mr. Tambourine Man":

                                  "Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
                                  Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
                                  The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
                                  Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

                                  Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
                                  Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
                                  With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
                                  Let me forget about today until tomorrow."

                                  "Windmills of you Mind" on the soundtrack of The Thomas Crown Affair (words & music by Alan & Marilyn Bergman & Michel Legrand -- most memorably recorded later by Dusty Springfield) is a series of interrelated word pictures, including:

                                  "Like a tunnel that you follow
                                  To a tunnel of it's own
                                  Down a hollow to a cavern
                                  Where the sun has never shone
                                  Like a door that keeps revolving
                                  In a half forgotten dream
                                  Or the ripples from a pebble
                                  Someone tosses in a stream."

                                  but the one that slaps you in the face is:

                                  "When you knew that it was over
                                  Were you suddenly aware
                                  That the autumn leaves were turning
                                  To the color of her hair"

                                  What you DON'T say may be held against you...


                                  • #18
                                    I am gross and perverted
                                    I'm obsessed 'n deranged
                                    I have existed for years
                                    But very little had changed
                                    I am the tool of the Government
                                    And industry too
                                    For I am destined to rule
                                    And regulate you

                                    I may be vile and pernicious
                                    But you can't look away
                                    I make you think I'm delicious
                                    With the stuff that I say
                                    I am the best you can get
                                    Have you guessed me yet?
                                    I am the slime oozin' out
                                    From your TV set

                                    You will obey me while I lead you
                                    And eat the garbage that I feed you
                                    Until the day that we don't need you
                                    Don't go for one will heed you
                                    Your mind is totally controlled
                                    It has been stuffed into my mold
                                    And you will do as you are told
                                    Until the rights to you are sold

                                    That's right, folks..
                                    Don't touch that dial

                                    Well, I am the slime from your video
                                    Oozin' along on your livin' room floor

                                    I am the slime from your video
                                    Can't stop the slime, people, look at me go
                                    © 1973 Frank Zappa


                                    • #19
                                      One of my favorites from my college days, I had to put the entire song in for effect.

                                      "The Wind Cries Mary"-Jimi Hendrix

                                      After all the Jacks are in their boxes,
                                      And the Clowns, have all, gone to bed,
                                      You can hear happiness, staggering on down the street,
                                      Footprints dressed in red.

                                      And the Wind, whispers, Mary.

                                      A broom, is drearily sweeping,
                                      Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life,
                                      Somewhere a Queen, is weeping,
                                      Somewhere a King, has no wife.

                                      And the Wind, it cries Mary.

                                      The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow,
                                      A shine the emptiness, down on my bed,
                                      The tiny island, sags, downstream,
                                      Because the life it lived, is dead.

                                      And the Wind screams Mary.

                                      Will the wind ever remember?
                                      The names, it has blown in the past,
                                      And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom,
                                      It whispers no, this will be the last.

                                      And the Wind cries Mary.

                                      Peace and blessings Mary,



                                      • #20
                                        Send lawers guns and money,
                                        the sh** has hit the fan

                                        Warren Zevon

                                        Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?



                                        • #21
                                          Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
                                          Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
                                          A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
                                          Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
                                          An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
                                          'N weepin' greenish drops
                                          In the room where the giant fire puffer works
                                          'N the torture never stops
                                          The torture never stops.

                                          Frank Zappa - "The Torture Never Stops"


                                          • #22
                                            I like the way you freckle
                                            I like the way you peel
                                            I love to see your hair in a mess
                                            It’s been a long September
                                            It’s going to be a long winter
                                            Let me help you out of that dress…before you catch cold

                                            Chuck Prophet - "Freckle Song" off his new CD "Soap and Water".

                                            This album is my top play at the moment.

                                            Attached Files


                                            • #23
                                              Originally posted by bigburner
                                              I like the way you freckle
                                              I like the way you peel
                                              For a moment, I thougth that song was talking about a bad paint job on a car. :B Sorry Nigel. Sitting at home with the flu gives me waaaay too much time....

                                              David - Trigger-happy HTGuide Admin


                                              • #24

                                                Now Get Well, David!


                                                Practicing Curmudgeon & Audio Snob
                                                ....just an "ON" switch, Please!



                                                • #25
                                                  The last verse of Ruby.....

                                                  She's leavin' now 'cause I heard the slammin' of the door
                                                  The way I know I've heard it slam one hundred times before
                                                  And if I could move I'd get my gun and put her in the ground
                                                  Oh Ruby
                                                  Don't take your love to town
                                                  Oh Ruby
                                                  God sakes turn around

                                                  I don't want the world. I just want your half.


                                                  • #26
                                                    I crawl like a viper
                                                    Through these suburban streets
                                                    Make love to these women
                                                    Languid and bittersweet
                                                    I'll rise when the sun goes down
                                                    Cover every game in town
                                                    A world of my own
                                                    I'll make it my home sweet home


                                                    Practicing Curmudgeon & Audio Snob
                                                    ....just an "ON" switch, Please!



                                                    • #27
                                                      Sittin' in the mornin' sun, I'll be sittin when the evenin' come, whatcin the ships roll in and i'll be whatcin em roll away again, Sittin' on the dock of the bay watchin' the tide roll away, sittin on the dock of the bay wastin time....... (Otis Redding) dock of the bay

                                                      nights in white satin, never reaching the end, letters I've written never meaning to send. (The Moody Blues) Nights in white satin

                                                      Well I've never been to Spain--- but I kinda like the music... (Three Dog Night)
                                                      Never Been To Spain.

                                                      Here comes the sun (do do do do) here comes the sun and I say, it's all right...
                                                      (The Beatles)

                                                      She comes in colors everywhere she combs her hair, shes like a rainbow...
                                                      (Stones) Shes a Rainbow

                                                      Kicks just keep gettin' harder to find and if your kicks ain't bringin' you peace of mind
                                                      well then you'll find out it's too late girl you better get straight......... (Paul Revere and the Raiders) Kicks

                                                      What goes up must come down, Spinning Wheels got to go round.... (Blood Sweat & Tears) Spinning Wheel

                                                      Smiling Faces sometimes pretend to be your friend, smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks within. (The Undisputed Truth) Smiling Faces


                                                      • #28
                                                        Richard Thompson - From... Waltzing's For Dreamers

                                                        This is one that never fails to bring emotion to a listen. Might not be as powerful just in print, but I'm sure anyone who has listened to it can attest to the power of the verse in song.

                                                        Richard Thompson - From... Waltzing's For Dreamers ;x(

                                                        Oh play me a blue song and fade down the light
                                                        I'm sad as a proud man can be sad tonight
                                                        Just let me dream on, oh just let me sway
                                                        While the sweet violins and the saxophones play
                                                        And Miss, you don't know me, but can't we pretend
                                                        That we care for each other, till the band reach the end

                                                        One step for aching, and two steps for breaking
                                                        Waltzing's for dreamers and losers in love
                                                        One step for sighing and two steps for crying
                                                        Waltzing's for dreamers and losers in love

                                                        Many of his songs have a depth of lyric, instrumentation and performance that few can match. :T


                                                        • #29
                                                          A distant relative's version of 'You Picked A Fine Time To Leave Me , Lucille' (4 yrs. old) "Four hundred children took a crap in the field".

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                                                          • #30
                                                            I sing this to my wife a lot. :B

                                                            Been dazed and confused for so long its not true,
                                                            Wanted a woman, never bargained for you.
                                                            Lots of people talk and few of them know,
                                                            Soul of a woman was created below.

                                                            - Led Zeppelin

                                                            The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.


                                                            • #31
                                                              From Frank Zappa
                                                              You sniff the reeking bums of angels
                                                              and act like it's cocaine


                                                              • #32
                                                                can we be crass or are these lyrics only "clean" lyrics?

                                                                Look up the lyrics to: The Red Hot Chili Peppers: Special Secret Song Inside...

                                                                I've always loved the lyrics to this aerosmith song:

                                                                Blood stains the ivorys
                                                                Of my daddys babygrand
                                                                I aint seen no daylight
                                                                Since we started this band
                                                                No more, no more
                                                                No more, no more

                                                                Store bought clothes
                                                                Fallin appart at the seams
                                                                Tea leaf readin gypsies
                                                                Fortune tellin my dreams

                                                                No more, no more
                                                                No more, no more

                                                                Holiday inns, lock the door with a chain
                                                                You love it than you hate it
                                                                But to me theyre all the same

                                                                No more, no more
                                                                No more, no more

                                                                Baby Im a dreamer
                                                                Found my horse and carriage

                                                                Stalemate jailbate
                                                                Ladies cant refuse
                                                                You love em then you leave em
                                                                With your sold out reviews

                                                                No more, no more
                                                                No more, no more

                                                                Sweet talkin barroom, ladies disease
                                                                Slippin with her lips
                                                                Slidin down your knees

                                                                No more, no more
                                                                No more, no more

                                                                Me and my life a screamer
                                                                Bound to a wife and marriage
                                                                Baby, Im a dreamer
                                                                Found my horse and carriage

                                                                Ladies hold the aces
                                                                And their lovers call it passion
                                                                The men call it pleasure
                                                                But to me its old fashioned

                                                                Times they are a-changin
                                                                Nothin ever stands still
                                                                If I dont stop a-changin
                                                                Ill be writtin out my will

                                                                Its the same old story
                                                                Never get a second chance
                                                                For a dance to the top of the hill

                                                                Baby Im a dreamer
                                                                Found my horse and carriage
                                                                Then there is the Jethro Tull song: My God

                                                                People -- what have you done --
                                                                locked Him in His golden cage.
                                                                Made Him bend to your religion --
                                                                Him resurrected from the grave.
                                                                He is the god of nothing --
                                                                if that's all that you can see.
                                                                You are the god of everything --
                                                                He's inside you and me.
                                                                So lean upon Him gently
                                                                and don't call on Him to save you
                                                                from your social graces
                                                                and the sins you used to waive.
                                                                The bloody Church of England --
                                                                in chains of history --
                                                                requests your earthly presence at
                                                                the vicarage for tea.
                                                                And the graven image you-know-who --
                                                                with His plastic crucifix --
                                                                he's got him fixed --
                                                                confuses me as to who and where and why --
                                                                as to how he gets his kicks.
                                                                Confessing to the endless sin --
                                                                the endless whining sounds.
                                                                You'll be praying till next Thursday to
                                                                all the gods that you can count.
                                                                and lastly, my PiL (Johnny Rotten) contribution:

                                                                What you gonna do
                                                                When the river runs dry
                                                                Put your drills in the mud
                                                                And death up in the sky
                                                                You should have saved those bottles
                                                                You should have saved those cans
                                                                You shouldn't ought'a listen to the plastic man

                                                                And there's no more toilet paper
                                                                It's gone just like the trees
                                                                Do you like the taste of honey
                                                                Isn't it best without the bees
                                                                Be careful what you're doing
                                                                You're messing up my life
                                                                And if all the world's a cake
                                                                Then you cut too big a slice

                                                                What's it all about
                                                                They scream and then they shout
                                                                Don't ask me
                                                                Cause I don't know
                                                                What's it all about
                                                                They scream and then they shout
                                                                Don't blame me
                                                                I told you so

                                                                You read it in the papers
                                                                You hear it on the news
                                                                Very few listen
                                                                A spew without a view
                                                                And is it really worth it
                                                                Choking on remote
                                                                I can see the red tide coming
                                                                But I don't even vote
                                                                Infection in the greenhouse
                                                                Dizzy in the clouds
                                                                Oily as an ocean
                                                                Heaven disembowelled
                                                                Still planning on a future
                                                                Well lucky for some
                                                                You can develop your body
                                                                But your mind is still a slum


                                                                The product in the packaging
                                                                Of multi-layered glam
                                                                150 layers of materials
                                                                To cover up a sham
                                                                Protecting my planet
                                                                Wrap it in plastic
                                                                The package is product
                                                                Perfected eternal
                                                                A crap in a cling wrap
                                                                I never met yet a prime minister or president
                                                                Who told the truth yet

                                                                Swimming in the slurry
                                                                Burning in the heat
                                                                Wind blown is the weather
                                                                I eat what you secrete
                                                                Climb the highest derrick
                                                                This circus has no prayer
                                                                No UFO to save us
                                                                And do we really care

                                                                (chorus) 3x

                                                                Kiss goodbye to the earth, the sun, the moon

                                                                It's easy to deceive a child
                                                                this is kind of fun...
                                                                I'm just sittin here watchin the wheels go round and round...


                                                                • #33
                                                                  "Come on little girl we both know what I mean
                                                                  This mean old world runs on sex and gasoline"

                                                                  - Rodney Crowell, from the title song of his new CD "Sex & Gasoline"



                                                                  • #34
                                                                    A very short one from Don Henley singing one of the eagles songs.

                                                                    "what the head makes cloudy the heart makes very clear "

                                                                    Not sure why but it has stuck in my head for a while now.



                                                                    • #35
                                                                      Michael Franks: Dragonfly Summer CD

                                                                      Song: Practice Makes Perfect

                                                                      Practice makes perfect sense
                                                                      When it comes to love
                                                                      Practice makes perfect
                                                                      There is no self-defense
                                                                      When it comes to love
                                                                      Practice makes perfect

                                                                      Useless to theorize
                                                                      On what continues to attract us
                                                                      The look that's in your eyes
                                                                      Convinces me it's time to practice
                                                                      "I have come here, to chew bubblegum and kickass. And I'm all out of bubblegum!!!"


                                                                      • #36
                                                                        Judas Priest "That's right, here's where the talking ends "

                                                                        Soon it will be lettered on the back of my 67 'velle

                                                                        AC/DC "And you don't feel the steel, Till it's hanging out your back"


                                                                        • #37

                                                                          We get crazy in congregations, but we only get better one by one...


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