🎵 Favourite lyrics in a song

Hot Dog,

Jumping Frog,

Alberquerque.

…fuckin’ genius!

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I can’t be arsed to find the song or quote it but probably most things by The Cure are my favourite lyrics.

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Where to start?

Where to stop?

Here’s to the folk behind fences
Furtively readjusting dentures
A chorus of corellas
Form clouds over Saturday benches
Where old men sit and lick tobacco papers
They look like a harmonica band
As the sun tiptoes down Manilla St
And slowly comes to land

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Hello darlin’, I’m home again
Covered in shit and aches and pains
Too knackered to think so give me time to come round
Just gimme the living room beat to the TV sound

You say: “ere long done do does did”
Words which could only be your own
And then you then produce the text
From whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804

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There are some things in this life that you just can’t fight
It’s as if the spirits above have cast a little spell upon us
It’s as if heaven above is beckoning us
So let us take off our crosses and lay them in a tin
And let our weakness become virtue instead of sin
Our bodies stand naked as the day they were born
And tremble like animals before a coming storm

My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
And left for the cattle
But later was found by a communist
Who’d deserted his ranks
To follow his dream
To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina.
I get letters sometimes.
They bought a plantation
She weeds the tobacco
He offends the nation
And they write, “Don’t be a stranger, y’hear.”
“Sincerely, your sister.”

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you

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Those whose lives are ruled by dogma are waiting for a sign
The Better Dead Than Red Brigade are listening on the line
And the liberal, with a small L cries in front of the TV
And another demonstration passes on to history
Peace, bread, work, and freedom is the best we can achieve
And wearing badges is not enough in days like these

Great rhymes

‘Gonna put on the iron shirt, chase Satan out of Earth’

'Now I guess I better tell ‘em, I ain’t got no cerebellum’

and all time great, from a wonderful song -

‘Tell me who I have to be, to gain some reciprocity’

Rock me Joseph, Alberto, Santiago

If Man is five, if Man is five, if Man is five
Then the Devil is six, then the Devil is six
The Devil is six, the Devil is six and if the Devil is six
Then God is seven , then God is seven

Her words still dance inside my head,

Her comb still lies beside my bed.

And the sun comes up without her, it just doesn’t know she’s gone,

But I remember everything she said.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfill the book.

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I was under the Calvary Cross
The pale-faced lady she said to me
I’ve watched you with my one green eye
And I’ll hurt you ‘till you need me
You scuff your heels and you spit on your shoes
You do nothing with reason
One day you catch a train
Never leaves the station

Everything you do
Everything you do
You do for me

I have the invitation that you sent me,

You wanted me to see you change your name.

I couldn’t stand to see you wed another,

But dear I hope you’re happy just the same.

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley’s wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.

All of the ones

The ones I don’t know

what song they’re from

seem to suck v.bad

like dominos pizza

The best bit is delivery

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I dim all the lights and I sink in my chair.
The smoke from my cigarette climbs through the air.
The walls of my room fade away in the blue,
And I’m deep in a dream of you.

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They sit in a building as old as time

And sing and pray to their God

Just to stop there being and end to life

When they lay the final sod.

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