Best lyric

I'd like to drop my trousers to the world
I am a man of means, of slender means
Each household appliance
Is like a new science in my town
 
I've got something to put in you, I've got something to put in you at the gay bar, gar bar, GAY BAR!

Never did quite figure out what 'something' was.
 
What'll you do now, my blue-eyed son
And what'll you do now my darlin' young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly and the souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll speak it and think it and tell it and breathe it
And reflected from the mountain so all souls can see it.

Powerful stuff.
 
The one that always makes m think is 'Anything goes'. Great Sinatra song.

'In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking,
Now heaven knows, anything goes'.
Good authors too, who once knew better words, now only use four letter words writing prose,
Now anything goes.'
The world has gone mad today, good's bad today,
Most guys today, that women prize today, are just silly gigolos. etc. etc.
 
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Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stem rose
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah, give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
 
I was a bouncing baby
Now I’m a bouncing bomb,
So won’t you come and diffuse me,
Before I kill someone.

The (Mighty)Teardrop Explodes.
 
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Bowie
....and he gave me, roasted toadstools, and a glass of dandelion wine, burp, pardon....

Jilted John
... just cause he's better looking than me, just cause he's cool and trendy..

the old one's are best 😄
 
Seek 'N' Strike by Soulfly

Here we go - I'd rather die on my feet
Here we go - than keep living on my knees
 
You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco
Remember when he used to be a rascal
 
The ammunition's being passed, and the lords been praised,
But the wars on the televisions will never be explained,
All the bankers gettin sweaty, beneath their white collars,
As the pound in our pocket, turns into a dollar.
 
Do you wanna be in my gang, my gang
Do you wanna be in my gang, oh yeah…

Oh go on, from the Mancunian Lyrical Gangsta

What kind of creature bore you
Was is some kind of bat
They can’t find a good word for you
But I can…

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And a crowd of young boys they’re fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform shoes they don’t give a damn about any trumpet blowing band
It ain’t what they call rock and roll
And the sultans played creole.
 
Then you find, 10 years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
 
I'm going up the 'Pool
From down the smoke below
To taste me mum's jam sarnies
And see our Aunty Flo.

almost 50 years ago....Going to go and lie down.
 
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him.......Not to intervene when it came to you...



Coming down from Downpatrick, stopping off at St. John's Point
Out all day birdwatching and the craic was good
Stopped off at Strangford Lough, drove through Shrigley taking pictures and on to Killyleagh
Stopped off for Sunday papers at the Lecale District, just before Coney Island

On and on, over the hill to Ardglass in the jamjar, autumn sunshine, magnificent and all shining through

Stop off at Ardglass for a couple of jars of Mussels and some potted herrings in case we get famished before dinner
On and on, over the hill and the craic is good....Heading towards Coney Island

I look at the side of your face as the sunlight comes streaming through the window in the autumn sunshine.....
And all the time going to Coney Island I'm thinking,

Wouldn't it be great if it was like this all the time....!!!!!!1
 
From Hotel California.

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "

It could be the whole lyrics tbh.
 
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From Hotel California.

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "

It could be the whole lyrics tbh.
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Was’nt the intro possibly copied from a Jethro Tull song? Tull reportedly believed so but never pursued a plagiarism claim.
 
I was just about nineteen
When I landed on their shore
With my eyes big as headlights
Like the thousands and thousands who came before
I was going to be something . .
Smiled at the man scrutinising my face
As I stepped down off the gangway

Came down to their city
Where I worked for many's the year
Built a hundred houses
Must've pulled half a million pints of beer
Living under suspicion
Putting up with the hatred and fear in their eyes
You can see that you're nothing but a murderer
In their eyes, we're nothing but a bunch of murderers

Hey, Johnny, can't wait till Saturday night!
Got a thirst that's raging . .
Know a place where we can put that right
Wash away the confusion
Hose down this fire inside
But look out!
'Cause I'll tear you into pieces if you cross me

I'm sick of watching them break up
Every time some bird brain puts us down
Making jokes on the radio . .
Guess it helps them all drown out the sound
Of the crumbling foundations
Any fool can see the writing on the wall
But they just don't believe that its happening

There's a crowd says I'm alright
Say they like my turn of phrase
Take me round to their parties
Like some dressed up monkey in a cage
And I play my accordion
Oh! but when the wine seeps through the facade
It's nothing but the same old story
Nothing but the same old story

Got a brother in Boston
Says he'll send me on the fare
Just wrote me a letter
Making out that he's cleaning up out there
Two cars in the driveway
Summer house way down on the Cape
And I know he'd fix me up in the morning

I've been thinking about it
But it seems so far to go
People say in the winter
You'd get lost underneath the snow
And there's this girl from my home place
We've been planning to move back and give it a try
So I never got around to going
That's why I never got around to going...

Paul Brady - Nothing But The Same Old Story
 
Great thread. Pity more didn't put the name of the band as well as the lyrics. Loads are familuar but have got me guessing
 
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