Favorite Music Lyrics

[Jwicke]

You say love is a temple, love a higher law
Love is a temple, love the higher law
You ask me to enter but then you make me crawl
And I can't be holdin' on to what you got
When all you got is hurt

Always loved that one.

 

[jhealy55]

Doing some research for the Born to Run challenge... wrong album but a great line.

Oh, we stood at the altar
The gypsy swore our future was bright
But come the wee-wee hours
Well maybe, baby, the gypsy lied

Nothing 'wrong' about that album.

For those who were born too late for Born to Run or even Born in the USA, this was the best chance we had to discover Springsteen before grunge hit and turned him (and a lot of other artists) into nostalgia acts

'One Step Up' will always be the soundtrack to my introduction to just how complex relationships, and heartache, could really become.

Thanks for sharing that one.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

A classic. I grew up with an old copy of that record.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

A classic. I grew up with an old copy of that record.

Some of us grew up with new copies.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Some of us grew up with new copies.

It was my Mom's original pressing from way back.

 

[XerXesXu]

Billy Joel - 'You may be right.'

Friday night I crashed your party
Saturday I said, "I'm sorry"
Sunday came and trashed me out again
I was only having fun
Wasn't hurting anyone
And we all enjoyed the weekend for a change

I've been stranded in the combat zone
I walked through Bedford Stuy alone
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain
And you told me not to drive
But I made it home alive
So you said that only proves that I'm insane

You may be right
I may be crazy
Oh, but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right

 

[Deadfreak]

Some folks trust to reason
Others trust to might
I don't trust nothing
But I know it come out right

Say it once again now
Oh I hope you understand
When it's done and over
Lord, a man is just a man

Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the lam

Some folks look for answers
Others look for fights
Some folks up in treetops
Just look to see the sights

I can tell your future
Look what's in your hand
But I can't stop for nothing
I'm just playing in the band

Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the land

Standing on a tower
World at my command
You just keep a turning
While I'm playing in the band

If a man among you
Got no sin upon his hand
Let him cast a stone at me
For playing in the band

Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the land
Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak Daybreak on the lam

Songwriters: Robert Hunter / Bob Weir / Mickey Hart

 

[ElectricBlue]

A classic. I grew up with an old copy of that record.

I have a mono version of Sergeant Peppers, inherited from my sister. She'd have been fourteen when it was released.

I've got an older brother, too, and can remember him playing Zeppelin 1 and 2 when they were first released, on a shitty little mono record player, which he turned up as loud as could (which wasn't very loud at all). I didn't hear the stereo mix until years later.

 

[Mastered_again]

His voice may be an acquired taste, but Tom Waits could certainly tell some great tales with wonderful imagery:

Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula
Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She's a moving violation from her combs down to her shoes
Well, it's just an invitation to the blues

And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she's alone and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue
She said How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?
'Cause any way's the only way, be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
In a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
'Cause it ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues

But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java
It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing, a battle with booze
And an open invitation to the blues

But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't love her 'cept at night
And then he's drunk and never even told her that he cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues

Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring
Knock kneed here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? Now I gotta choose
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues

I've been tempted to write a story around this, but never felt I could do better and would be sullying his work.

 

[freshNyummy]

not necessarily a favorite, but a verse that has been playing on my mind recently.

tom petty

"most of the the things i worry about never happen anyway"

 

[OddLove]

Deli Creeps did a song called Time... it's about time.


That which we capture, with hands and our face
For some only numbers, to measure the pace
It draws lines on our skin, and feeds on our strength
For some who remember, it causes their pain

It makes us worry and takes our dreams
Sometimes its the enemy, or so it seems
Forces us to hurry, this threat through night and day
Its owned by the patient, no price to pay

Through life some wander, while others seem to race
Success beating outwards no end to the maze
It takes all of us in, and feeds on our strength
For those who remember it causes them pain

It makes us worry and takes our dreams
Sometimes its the enemy, or so it seems
Forces us to hurry, this threat through night and day
Its owned by the patient, no price to pay

Why do you chase it
What can death bring you
It can't be had
The secret hides in living

 

[PennyThompson]

want my last look to be the moon in your eyes
want my heart to break (if it must break) in your jaws
want you to lick my blood off your paws

 

[NaughteeDragon]

I stumbled across this song recently while building a playlist for my major story.

I don’t wanna be you friend
I wanna be your bitch.
And I wanna touch you but not like this.
The look in your eyes
My hand between your thighs.
Oh this can’t be real
It’s all just a dream.
I don’t wanna be your friend
I wanna kiss your lips.


I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend by Girl In Red

 

[AchtungNight]

“Come on now, try and understand the way I feel under your command. Take my hand as the Sun descends, make energy now, energy now… because the night belongs to lovers, because the night belongs to us!”

- Patti Smith

 

[problemagain]

It's that time of the year...

 

[TakeItOrLeaveIt]

I’ve been listening to the latest Father John Misty album, Mahashmashana on hard repeat, and there is a line in the song, Being You, that makes me laugh,

I’m nodding yes,
I’m making my face go like I’m listening,
“That’s nice.”

And, in a more serious vein, the title track has a great turn,

Love’s the birthright of young people,
And she ain’t leaving without his…

 

[PennyThompson]

Feeling emo on a Sunday night

You having sex in the morning, your love was foreign to me
It made me think maybe human's not such a bad thing to be

 

[pink_silk_glove]

There's an old Alice in Chains line that I like. I can't remember what song it is.

Then some dude came down to touch the mother
Mother touched, dude aint here no more

I don't know what it means, but it sounds like mother beat him to it and it didn't turn out well for dude.

 

[lovecraft68]

Maylyn Manson "Kaboom"

'We're tasteless, but taste good'

In one sense its an awful line, yet it has its appeal for some reason.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

Buddy Guy.
A few good years



"I had my share of women
They had their share of me
They told me I was trouble
And I don't disagree"

 

[Djmac1031]

"I believe I've passed the age
Of consciousness and righteous rage,
I found that just surviving was a noble fight.
I once believed in causes too,
I had my pointless point of view,
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right."

Billy Joel: Angry Young Man

 

[Djmac1031]

"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 everything under the sun is in tune,
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon."

Pink Floyd, lyrics by Roger Waters.

 

[gunhilltrain]

"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 everything under the sun is in tune,
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon."

Pink Floyd, lyrics by Roger Waters.

The verses just before that capture what was it like to be twenty in 1975.

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

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

 

[YmaOHyd]

On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like
Peter Lorre contemplating a crime

The opening lines of Al Stewart's "The Year of the Cat." Pretty much all of his hits are have wonderful lyrics, from "Running Man:"

Before the phone hits the receiver
You're halfway to the door
The voice said get out while you can
There's just ten minutes nothing more

Time for only the essentials
Better gather them and run
The false name inside the passport
The gold bars and the gun

to "Carol."

I know your daddy said he'd talk to you
But he never really found the time
And your TV mother with the cocktail eyes
Could never really reach your mind

So you fixed your star to a passing dream
And took a cocaine holiday
Now the years flow 'round you in a muddy stream
You need another place to stay

 

[old_prof]

There is Suzanne Vega, which always feel like an ode to writing:

If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be

These words are too solid
They don't move fast enough
To catch the blur in the brain
That flies by and is gone
And is gone

And is gone, gone
Gone, gone
And is gone

I'd like to meet you
In a timeless, placeless place
Somewhere out of context
And beyond all consequences
Let's go back to the building (Words are too solid)
On little West Twelfth (They don't move fast enough)
It is not far away and the river is there
And the sun and the spaces (To catch the blur in the brain)
Are all laying low
And we'll sit in the silence (That flies by and is gone)
That comes rushing in
And is gone

And is gone, gone
Gone, gone
And is gone

I won't use words again
They don't mean what I meant
They don't say what I said
It's just the crust of the meaning
With realms underneath
Never touched, never stirred
Never even moved through

If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be

And is gone, gone
Gone, gone
And is gone

And is gone
And is gone
And is gone
Gone, gone
And is gone
And is gone
Gone