Your favourite lyric

hmmmmm Ive just remembered another one. But again its pretty much not u rated.

But So What also makes me laugh at some of the lyrics.

Originally Posted by Supervox

Ok, game over I 'win' !!

I. Overture

And the meek shall inherit the earth
... huge amount of stuff snipped ...

Any more long ones like that and I might have to post "Thick as a Brick" (45 minute prog-rock song which took up both sides of an LP)

Originally Posted by keithd

Hold a Chicken in the air
Stick a deckchair up your nose
Climb inside a dog
and then bury all your clothes
Paint your left knee green
and extract your wisdom teeth
form a string quartet
and pretend your name is Keith

beautiful man.

Bugger, I can't remember; who was that? Not the Nine O'clock maybe?

[northwind]

This used to be my favourite... And it's totally a white-boy rap lets see if I remember it all...

Apes Pigs and Spacemen, PVS.

We're all living in a permanent vegetative state
without means of protection or redress for the mistakes
Taught the truth is absolute and unchanging,
Instead of challenging, searching, testing, trying, modifying, opening our minds eternally
There's an imperative need to believe, to belong, while never giving a true examination,
But no-one ever entered into the struggle without measuring the cost,
and I'll tell you one thing- this time I'll be ready for you (repeat)

Originally Posted by chazzyb

Bugger, I can't remember; who was that? Not the Nine O'clock maybe?

Spitting Image Ill think you'll find. Not the Nine O'Clock was way before that :P

These lines from Waltzing Matilda by The Pogues always makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I see the old men, all twisted and torn
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask me, what are they marching for?
And I ask myself the same question



The full lyrics are worth a mention.

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said son
Its time to stop rambling cause theres work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli


How well I remember that terrible day
When the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called suvla bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He showered us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat hed blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia

But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again


Now those who were living did their best to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for seven long weeks I kept myself alive
While the corpses around me piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me **** over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, Christ I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying

And no more Ill go Waltzing Matilda
To the green bushes so far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing matilda for me


So they collected the cripples, the wounded and maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The legless, the armless, the blind and insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into circular quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
And they turned their faces away


And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving the dreams of past glory
I see the old men, all twisted and torn
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask me, what are they marching for?
And I ask myself the same question

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll go a Waltzing Matilda with me?

Band's already been mentioned...

Lying back, scratching the sky
I'm wasted but I can't get high
Right here, right now won't let me be
Right here, right now means **** to me

I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.I was barely 17 and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,but I do remember
that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do remember
that it wasn't at all easy.
It required the perfect combination of the right powerchords and the precise angle
from which to strike.
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was
ooh...
dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red!
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and it rung out beautifully ,
and I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before.
So I took my guitar and I smashed it against the wall!!
I smashed it against the floor!!
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader!!
I smashed it against the hood of a car
I smashed it agianst a 1981-Harley Davidson... (who wouldn't? )
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat!
I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
slowly I opened the door creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of the bed
I raised my guitar high above my head and just as I was
about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
my father woke up screaming:
"stop...wait a minute..stop it,boy"
"what do you think you're doing???
That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument"
And I said "god damn it, daddy!!! You know I love you....."
"BUT YOU GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL!!!!!"

[northwind]

He opened with that in Glasgow... Half the crowd bellowing along every word

My favourite lyrics are all from songs by the doctors Adam Kay and Suman Biswas who I believe made a CD to raise funds for their hospital... absolutely fantastic, and too many to list!