🎵 Favourite lyrics in a song

[SaintBristol]

I love Lennon, but it’s a fucking trite piece of bollocks

[Lord-Duckhunter]

Merry Xmas (war is over) is a fucking dirge, nearly as bad as that soppy leftie bollocks Imagine.

[saintbletch]

I woke up this mornin’ still wearin’ that tie
The one with the hammer and sickle design
Threw up all the pills my doctor prescribed
And went out to fetch me some air

The streets were so crowded with billboards and signs
Food trucks double parked in their parallel lines
I thought about breakfast but settled on wine
Always choose hunger over despair
And what’s possible over what’s there

But it isn’t as though we get what we want
No matter how hard or long we have fought
Oh my happiness is a mere afterthought
When I’m with her I keep it in mind
Then she leaves and I’ve run out of time

I sat down today in a high barber’s chair
To hear the town gossip and clean up my hair
He said she was seen on the bus station stairs
With her suitcase threatenin’ to walk

Not sure how true it was but I’ll hazard a guess
It’s probably not more and it’s probably not less
If that college kid bookie was accepting bets
The brackets would mostly be chalk
Yeah it’s safe to assume that she’s lost

But it isn’t as though we get what we want
No matter how hard or long we have fought
Oh my happiness is a mere afterthought
When I’m with her I keep it in mind
Then she’s gone and I’ve run out of time

I can’t be concerned with the state that I’m in
At the height of the scandal with vertigo spins
Take every audition til I’m Errol Flynn
And bring it to life off the page

And I’ll get up tomorrow still wearin’ that tie
The one with the skull and the crossbone designs
If I’m asked if i miss her it’s easy to lie
In this world that’s called more of the same
Yeah I wouldn’t feel proud or ashamed

Cuz it isn’t as though we get what we want
No matter how hard or long we have fought
Oh my happiness is a mere afterthought
When I’m with her I keep it in mind
Then she leaves and I’ve run out of time

[Rallyboy]

You see a mousetrap,

I see free cheese and a fucking challenge!

[Fatso]

The blim holes in my shellsuit

joined into an absolute

And fell apart one day

[Cobham-Saint]

You’ve got to hand it to Ivor

http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/ivor_biggun/the_winkers_song.html

Made me chuckle as a nipper…

[lifeintheslowlane]

A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun you can’t trust anyone
I was so sure what I needed was more tried to shoot out the sun
Days when we raged, we flew off the page such damage was done
But I made it through, cause somebody knew I was meant for someone

So girl, leave your boots by the bed we ain’t leaving this room
Till someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom
It’s cold in this house and I ain’t going out to chop wood
So cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good

Put your faith to the test when I tore off your dress in Richmond on high
But I sobered up and I swore off that stuff forever, this time
And the old lovers sing “I thought it’d be me who helped him get home”
But home was a dream, one I’d never seen till you came along

So girl, hang your dress up to dry we ain’t leaving this room
Till Percy Priest breaks open wide and the river runs through
And carries this house on the stones like a piece of driftwood
Cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good

So girl, leave your boots by the bed we ain’t leaving this room
Till someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom
It’s cold in this house and I ain’t going out to chop wood
So cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good
Cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good

[Polski_Filip]

Step by step, soft softly We are going to get caught little by little When you kiss me so skillfully I think that you’re malicious delicately Step by step, soft softly We’re going to get caught, little by little And it’s just that this beauty is a puzzle But to put it together here I have the pieces

[OzSaintDave]

I’ve been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I’ve cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways

We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms

I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys?

Now, the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there’s a light I hold before me
And you’re the measure of my dreams, the measure of my dreams

Sometimes I’d wake up in the morning
The ginger lady by my bed
Covered in…

[gavstar]

No horse ever ran as fast

As the money that you bet

I’m blowing on my cards

And I play them to my chest

Life’s fabric is corrupt

Shot through with corroded thread

As for me I hocked my brains Packed my bags and headed West

[lifeintheslowlane]

Never emptied a birthday party of oldies, quicker than when I put on Ivor’s “More Filth Dirt Cheap” album. They were shocked @cobham-saint

[lifeintheslowlane]

Great Ivor singalong chorus…

Some folks like a pussy, a budgy or a tit,
Some take up with a spaniel pup that fills up the house with [woof, woof]
Now I keep chickens and I’ve a favourite one,
He’s my little cockerel and I don’t know where he’s gone.

Has anybody seen my cock, my big Rhode Island red,
He’s mostly pink with a little bit of blue and purple on his head,
He stands straight up in the morning and he gives my wife a shock,
Has anybody seen, anybody seen, anybody, anybody seen my cock.

He’s a stiff necked little up start and I’ve had him all my life,
He gives me pride and pleasure and a torment to my wife,
Sometimes he’s magnificent and sometimes small and thin,
He puffs up like a chicken when you tickle him under his chin.

His two enormous wattles hanging down, he’s the best you’ll ever find,
Madam you may stroke him if you like, if you feel that way inclined,
Be careful he doesn’t spit in you eye though.

[KRG]

Oh and all I taught her was everything
Oh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything

and also

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life

I know you’ll be a star

In somebody else’s sky
But why
Why
Why can’t it be
Why can’t it be mine

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[KRG]

In a totally different tone

I don’t ever want to hate you
So don’t show me your bed
The only roads are cul-de-sacs
The only ends are dead

I don’t ever want to hate you
It’s not part of the plan
So keep your charm where I can’t see it
And your hands where I can

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[Cobham-Saint]

God save The Queen, a fascist regime…

[dinger]

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[pap]

That song got me into Killer Mike. R.A.P. Music is one of my favourite albums. “Anywhere But Here” and “Untitled” have got such serious bass that they make me want to install a massive fucking subwoofer in my car and see how high I can bunny hop on the M6.

[dinger]

It’s a brilliant album, innit? I don’t always agree with him but he gives you a bit to chew over; a thoughtful opinion. And then he gives you Run The Jewels, which is some of the best party music.

[pap]

He’s a dude. Saw RTJ at Glastonbury this year. KM told the crowd to go wild, but specifically told the blokes that if they tried to use this to touch up the ladies, he’d be after them. It was perfect.

As to the qualities of that album, it avoids most of the tropes associated with the genre. It’s an album of short stories, basically. from the hilarious JoJo’s Chillin’ to the historical Reagan to the disappointment of having Atlanta’s officials, a majority black constitution in a majority black US city, still manages to preside over a city in which black people are disproportionately killed in “Anywhere But Here”.

[dinger]

You shared this on Twitter and Killer Mike liked it. I feel all funny inside.