Best ever lyric, any artist

[Amy]

What is the point of this story?
What information pertains?
The thought that life could be better
Is woven indelibly into our hearts
And our brains

 

[ZOOM FROM GLOOM]

before this turns into a sausage fest ….



Little wheel spin and spin
Big wheel turn around and around
Little wheel spin and spin
Big wheel turn around and around

Merry Christmas, "Jingle Bells"
Christ is born and the devil's in hell
Hearts they shrink, pockets swell
Everybody know and nobody tell

Little wheel spin and spin
Big wheel turn around and around

Oh, the sins of Caesar's men
Cry the pious citizens
Who petty thieve the five and tens
And the Big wheel turn around and around

Little wheel spin and spin
Big wheel turn around and around

Blame the angels, blame the fates
Blame the Jews or your sister Kate
Teach your children who to hate
And the Big wheel turn around and around

Little wheel spin and spin
Big wheel turn around and around

Turn your back on weeds you've hoed
Silly sinful seeds you've sowed
Add your straw to the camel's load
Pray like hell when your world explodes

Little wheel spin and spin
Big wheel turn around and around

Swing your girl fiddler say
Later on the piper pay
Do-si-do, swing and sway
Dead will dance on judgement day

Little wheel spin and spin
Big wheel turn around and around
Little wheel spin and spin
Big wheel turn around and around
Little wheel spin and spin
Big wheel turn around and around
Little wheel spin and spin
Big wheel turn around and around

 

[ZOOM FROM GLOOM]

The wall is high, the black barn,
The babe in my arms in her swaddling clothes
And I know soon that the sky will split
And the planets will shift,
Balls of jade will drop and existence will stop.

Little sister, the sky is falling, I don't mind, I don't mind.
Little sister, the fates are calling on you.

Ah, here I stand again in this old 'lectric whirlwind,
The sea rushes up my knees like flame
And I feel like just some misplaced Joan Of Arc
And the cause is you lookin' up at me.
Oh baby, I remember when you were born,
It was dawn and the storm settled in my belly
And I rolled in the grass and I spit out the gas
And I lit a match and the void went flash
And the sky split and the planets hit,
Balls of jade dropped and existence stopped, stopped, stop, stop.

Little sister, the sky is falling, I don't mind, I don't mind.
Little sister, the fates are calling on you.

I was goin' crazy, so crazy I knew I could break through with you,
So with one hand I rocked you and with one heart I reached for you.

Ah, I knew your youth was for the takin', fire on a mental plane,
So I ran through the fields as the bats with their baby vein faces
Burst from the barn and flames in a violent violet sky,
And I fell on my knees and pressed you against me.
Your soul was like a network of spittle,
Like glass balls movin' in like cold streams of logic,
And I prayed as the lightning attacked
That something will make it go crack,
Something will make it go crack,
Something will make it go crack,
Something will make it go crack.

The palm trees fall into the sea,
It doesn't matter much to me
As long as you're safe, Kimberly.
And I can gaze deep
Into your starry eyes, baby,
Looking deep in your eyes, baby,
Looking deep in your eyes, baby,
Looking deep in your eyes, baby,
Into your starry eyes, oh.
Oh, in your starry eyes, baby,
Looking deep in your eyes, baby,
Looking deep in your eyes, baby, oh.
Oh, looking deep in your eyes, baby,
Into your starry eyes, baby,
Looking deep in your eyes, baby

 

[ZOOM FROM GLOOM]

There was a moon and a street lamp
I didn't know I drank such a lot
'Til I pissed a tequila anaconda
The full length of the parking lot

Oh, I talk too loose
Again, I talk too open and free
I pay a high price for my open talking
Like you do for your silent mystery
Come and talk to me
Please talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me
Mr. Mystery

We could talk about Martha
We could talk about landscapes
I'm not above gossip
But I'll sit on a secret where honor is at stake

Or we could talk about power
About Jesus and Hitler and Howard Hughes
Or Charlie Chaplin's movies
Or Bergman's nordic blues

Please just talk to me
Any old theme you choose
Just come and talk to me
Mr. Mystery, talk to me

You could talk like a fool, I'd listen
You could talk like a sage
Anyway the best of my mind
All goes down on the strings and the page
That mind picks up all these pictures
It still gets my feet up to dance
Even though it's covered with keyloids
From the "slings and arrows of outrageous romance" I stole that from Willy the Shake
You know, "neither a borrower nor a lender be" Romeo, Romeo, talk to me

Is your silence that golden?
Are you comfortable in it?
Is it the key to your freedom
Or is it the bars on your prison?
Are you gagged by your ribbons?
Are you really exclusive or just miserly?
You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency
Come and spend some on me
Shut me up and talk to me
I'm always talking
Chicken squawking
Please talk to me
Ooh, talk to me
Ooh

 

[Les Tameside]

I went out drinking with Thomas Paine
He said that all revolutions are not the same
They are as different as the cultures
That give them birth
For no one idea
Can solve every problem on Earth
So don't expect it all to happen
In some prophesied political fashion
For people are different
And so are nations
You can borrow ideas
But you can't borrow situations

 

[ordinaryboys]

As the cafe was closing
On a warm summer night
And Cathy was cleaning the spoons
The radio played the hit parade
And I hummed a long with the tune
She asked me to change the station
Said the song just drove her insane
But it weren't just the music playing
It was me she was trying to blame

And the sky is black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looks just like a diamond ring
But it's far, far from me

Well, I leaned on my left leg
In the parking lot dirt
And Cathy was closing the lights
A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew
And I wished for once I weren't right
Why we used to laugh together
And we'd dance to any old song
Well, ya know, she still laughs with me
But she waits just a second to long

And the sky is black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looks just like a diamond ring
But it's far, far from me

Well, I started the engine
And I gave it some gas
Cathy was closing her purse
Well, we hadn't gone far in my beat up old car
And I was prepared for the worst
"Will you still see me tomorrow?"
"No, I got too much to do"
Well, a question ain't really a question
If you know the answer too

And the sky is black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looks just like a diamond ring
But it's far, far from me

 

[Johnnie Ray]

Yes, Paul does have a lot of great songs, so hard to choose really. Thanks!

Huge Paul and Tommy fan here. I love this 'Mats lyric:

Pretty girl keep growin' up, playin' make-up, wearin' guitar
Growin' old in a bar, ya grow old in a bar
Headed out to San Francisco, definitely not L.A.
Didn't mention your name, didn't mention your name
And if I don't see ya, in a long, long while
I'll try to find you
Left of the dial

 

[Cypress]

This world is hopeless
but I love it anyway-
SlightlyStoopid/G love

 

[ZOOM FROM GLOOM]

Dachau blues, Dachau blues
those poor Jews
Still cryin' 'bout the burnin' back in World War Two's

One mad man six million lose
Down in Dachau blues, down in Dachau blues

The world can't forget that misery
'N the young ones now beggin' the old ones please
T' stop bein' madmen
'Fore they have t' tell their children
'Bout the burnin's back in World War Three's

War One was balls 'n powder 'n blood 'n snow
War Two rained death 'n showers 'n skeletons
Danced 'n screamin' 'n dyin' in the ovens
Cough 'n smoke 'n dyin' by the dozens
Down in Dachau blues
Down in Dachau blues

Three little children with doves on their shoulders
Their eyes rolled back in ecstasy cryin'
Please old man stop this misery
They're countin' out the devil
With two fingers on their hands
Beggin' the Lord don't let the third one land
On World War Three
On World War Three

 

[ZOOM FROM GLOOM]

John Lydon (1979/99): “It's straight out of the Daily Mirror, so I can't guarantee its authenticity.” “This was another newspaper story which fascinated me. A girl bundled blindfolded into the back of a car by a couple of bad men and driven off into a forest, where they eventually dumped her. The men had a cassette machine with an unusual tune on the cassette, which they kept playing over and over. The girl remembered the song, and that, along with her recollection of the car and the men's voices, is how the police identified them. The police eventually stopped the car and found the cassette was still in the machine, with the same distinctive song on the tape.”


Drive to the forest in a Japanese car
The smell of rubber on country tar
Hindsight done me no good
Standing naked in this back of the woods

The cassette played poptones

I can't forget the impression you made
You left a hole in the back of my head
I don't like hiding in this foliage and peat
It's wet and I'm losing my body heat

The cassette played poptones

This bleeding heart
Looking for bodies
Nearly injured my pride
Praise picnicking in the British countryside

Poptones

 

[everydayslikesunday]

And when I'm lying in my bed
I think about life
And I think about death
And neither one particularly appeals to me




So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry
In a diary, self penned
Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiments and pride

Too late to say I love you
Too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics
In my playground of yesterday

 

[Redacted]

Huge Paul and Tommy fan here. I love this 'Mats lyric:

Pretty girl keep growin' up, playin' make-up, wearin' guitar
Growin' old in a bar, ya grow old in a bar
Headed out to San Francisco, definitely not L.A.
Didn't mention your name, didn't mention your name
And if I don't see ya, in a long, long while
I'll try to find you
Left of the dial

I think that song is about a crush he had on a female DJ.
Tommy did a backyard tour during the pandemic. You had to have room for about 50, I think, and room to park. He took care of all the ticketing and money and then he would just show up and play. It looked like a lot of fun. I wonder what it's like having Tommy Stinson hang out in your backyard. Then he started to add some meet and greet feature to it, like have drinks with Tommy before the show and I forget the other(s).

 

[Ryan]

Joy Division - Decades

Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in

Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration
The sorrows we suffered and never were free

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?

Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever
Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings
Open then shut, then slammed in our face

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?



Written in his early 20’s. How did he do that?

 

[Johnnie Ray]

I think that song is about a crush he had on a female DJ.
Tommy did a backyard tour during the pandemic. You had to have room for about 50, I think, and room to park. He took care of all the ticketing and money and then he would just show up and play. It looked like a lot of fun. I wonder what it's like having Tommy Stinson hang out in your backyard. Then he started to add some meet and greet feature to it, like have drinks with Tommy before the show and I forget the other(s).

That would be really cool. I had the pleasure to see The Replacements on the tour supporting "All Shook Down." Chris Mars had already left, replaced by Steve Foley, Paul had quit drinking, so it was Replacements-Light. They were still good. And shortly after, I saw Tommy's underrated band Bash & Pop in a small bar in Detroit. They were freakin' great. Tommy sat at the bar afterward and had drinks like he was a regular customer. I sat next to him, he couldn't have been more cool. "Friday Night is Killing Me" is still one of my favorite albums.

 

[Gregor Samsa]

He is actually mentally ill, he talks about it, he suffers from depression and addiction. I do agree the lyrics are banal and repetitive; nothing to get excited or I guess in some cases depressed about. Get that mascara brush out of your mouth, that's where the lipstick goes.

Please provide a source for RS talking about suffering from addiction.

 

[Miss Ann Thorpe]

Can't recall the title, but it's by the Dead Kennedys

Rick Wakeman, eat your heart out, here we go!

I like short songs
I like short songs
I like short songs

I like short songs
I like short songs
I like short songs

(I like short songs) I like short songs
(I like short songs) I like short songs
(I like short songs) I like short songs
(I like short songs) I like short songs

 

[Redacted]

That would be really cool. I had the pleasure to see The Replacements on the tour supporting "All Shook Down." Chris Mars had already left, replaced by Steve Foley, Paul had quit drinking, so it was Replacements-Light. They were still good. And shortly after, I saw Tommy's underrated band Bash & Pop in a small bar in Detroit. They were freakin' great. Tommy sat at the bar afterward and had drinks like he was a regular customer. I sat next to him, he couldn't have been more cool. "Friday Night is Killing Me" is still one of my favorite albums.

Well, I wish I could tell you which tour I saw them on, but they couldn't even stand up and I only recognized one song, Alex Chilton, so I don't really remember, and I was kind of furious lol. It had to be Pleased To Meet Me or Don't Tell a Soul, both were in the same venue so I can't narrow it down.
Everyone who meets Tommy say what you did about him, people really love him. I live in a city with a smallish yard and no place for parking or I would offer up my house to him.

 

[Redacted]

Joy Division - Decades

Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in

Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration
The sorrows we suffered and never were free

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?

Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever
Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings
Open then shut, then slammed in our face

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?



Written in his early 20’s. How did he do that?

Ian was a child prodigy poet.

 

[Redacted]

Half Angel, Half Tart

 

[caramel sea salt]

We are ugly but we have the music.