On the way home today I was listening to my music on shuffle and was thinking there are some great lyrics out there, but the below stands out for me.
āYou know Iām born to lose, and gamblingās for fools,
But thatās the way I like it baby,
I donāt wanna live for ever,
And donāt forget the jokerā!
do you have any lyrics that you really like of are meaningful to you?
Really like the below as well.
āAnd how can we win
When fools can be kings
Donāt waste your time
Or time will waste youā.
Hereās 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
Hello darlinā, Iām 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: āere long done do does didā
Words which could only be your own
And then you then produce the text
From whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804
There are some things in this life that you just canāt fight
Itās as if the spirits above have cast a little spell upon us
Itās 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
Whoād 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, āDonāt be a stranger, yāhear.ā
āSincerely, your sister.ā
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
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
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 itās just a part of it:
Weāve got to fulfill the book.
I was under the Calvary Cross
The pale-faced lady she said to me
Iāve watched you with my one green eye
And Iāll hurt you ātill 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