Your favourite lyric

Wish you were-Pink Floyd

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

And also from the Floyd
Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

Obviously a dire lack of musical taste on this forum. I cannot believe that no-one has selected from the long catalogue of classics from a famous motorcycle loving crooner!

Here is my suggestion from his envelope pushing , timeless masterpieces:

An old maid walks around the floor
She's so fed up, one day I'm sure
She'll drag me in and lock the door
When I'm cleanin' windows

When I'm cleanin' windows

:P :P

O Peter dear, how CLEVER of you to remember the marvellous George!

I'm a little bit more of a modern girl and, although I don't know the words, I LOVED that "Frankie goes to Holywell" song. It was about Yoga....was it called "Relax"?

[Stingo]

Quite like this play on words

You're just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I don't need to run over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And I'm tryin' to get on the other side of town

Hendrix, Jimi.

"The death of one is a tragedy, The death of one is a tragedy, The death of one is a tragedy, The death of millions is just a statistic" - also a quote by Stalin

"I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist, I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a sh**"

"Suffering from something we're not sure of
In a world there is no cure for
These lives we live test negative for happiness
Flat line, no pulse, but eyes open
Single file like soldiers on a mission
If there's no war outside our heads
Why are we losing?"

Surprised that socommk23 hasn't popped up here with "'Allo John! Got a new motor?"

[fizzwheel]

Down down, you bring me down
I hear you knocking at my door and I can’t sleep at night
Your face, it has no place
No room for you inside my house I need to be alone

Don’t waste your words I don’t need anything from you
I don’t care where you’ve been or what you plan to do

Turn turn, I wish you’d learn
There’s a time and place for everything I’ve got to get it through
Cut loose, you’re no use
I couldn’t stand another second in your company

Don’t waste your words I don’t need anything from you
I don’t care where you’ve been or what you plan to do

Stone me, why can’t you see
You’re a no-one nowhere washed up baby who’d look better dead

Your tongue is far too long
I don’t like the way it sucks and slurps upon my every word

Don’t waste your words I don’t need anything from you
I don’t care where you’ve been or what you plan to do

I am the resurrection and I am the light
I couldn’t ever bring myself to hate you as I’d like

I am the resurrection and I am the light
I couldn’t ever bring myself to hate you as I’d like

I am the Resurrection - The Stone Roses

No time no place to talk about the weather
The promise of love is hard to ignore
Your second chance wasn't getting any better
Labour of love is ours to endure
The highest branch on the apple tree
Was my favourite place to be
I could hear them breaking free
But they could not see me

The Jam

"A hot summer's day and sticky black tarmac"


A police car and a screaming siren
A pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete
A baby wailing and stray dog howling
The screech of brakes and lamp light blinking
That's Entertainment.

A smash of glass and a rumble of boots
An electric train and a ripped up 'phone booth
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat
Lights going out and a kick in the balls
That's Entertainment.

Days of speed and slow time Mondays
****ing down with rain on a boring Wednesday
Watching the news and not eating your tea
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls
That's Entertainment.

Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard
Watching the telly and thinking about your holidays
That's Entertainment.

Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume
A hot summer's day and sticky black tarmac
Fedding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away
That's Entertainment.

Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude
Getting a cab and travelling on buses
Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs
That's Entertainment.

Summer nights such lonely times, this memory does bleed
I need you in my life again
Fantasies release me from the bondage of my fate
The days pass like the falling rain

Your eyes reflect like mirrors the beauty in your soul
But anger shatters precious glass
Cant you recall the intimate secrets that we truly shared
The faith and trust we swore would always last

I only have myself to blame, you know it takes my breath away to see you cry
To love I implore, I scream in the air, claw at my chest, rip out my hair
Embrace me or let my spirit die

Rescue me or bury me, rescue me or bury me

Time is like a prison cell, for those whose crime is loneliness
When freedoms banging at their door

When all has been said and done, you must decide swallow your pride
And reach out and take these hands forevermore

"Rescue me or bury me", Sex & Religion, Steve Vai