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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LYRICAL VERSE ?

I want my, I want my M.T.V.

Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the M.T.V.
That ain't working, that's the way you do it
Money for nothing and your chicks for free

Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it
Let me tell you them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour T.V.'s

The little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy, that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's a millionaire

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour T.V.'s

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour T.V.'s

Look at that, look at that
I should have learned to play the guitar
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/d/dire-straits-lyrics/money-for-nothing-lyrics.html ]
I should have learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it sticking in the camera
Man we can have some
And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
Banging on the bongos like a chimpanzee
Oh, that ain't working, that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothing get your chicks for free

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour T.V.'s

Listen here
Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the M.T.V.
That ain't working, that's the way you do it
Money for nothing and your chicks for free
Money for nothing and chicks for free

Get your money for nothing, get your chicks for free
Money for nothing, chicks for free
Look at that, look at that
Get your money for nothing, get your chicks for free (I
want my, I want my, I want my M.T.V.)
Money for nothing and chicks for free
Easy, easy

That ain't working
 
spongey600 said:
I want my, I want my M.T.V.

Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the M.T.V.
That ain't working, that's the way you do it
Money for nothing and your chicks for free

Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it
Let me tell you them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour T.V.'s

The little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy, that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's a millionaire

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour T.V.'s

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour T.V.'s

Look at that, look at that
I should have learned to play the guitar
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/d/dire-straits-lyrics/money-for-nothing-lyrics.html ]
I should have learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it sticking in the camera
Man we can have some
And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
Banging on the bongos like a chimpanzee
Oh, that ain't working, that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothing get your chicks for free

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour T.V.'s

Listen here
Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the M.T.V.
That ain't working, that's the way you do it
Money for nothing and your chicks for free
Money for nothing and chicks for free

Get your money for nothing, get your chicks for free
Money for nothing, chicks for free
Look at that, look at that
Get your money for nothing, get your chicks for free (I
want my, I want my, I want my M.T.V.)
Money for nothing and chicks for free
Easy, easy

That ain't working
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+1 LOVE THIS TUNE!!
 
The Man with the Woman Head

The man with the woman head
Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out,
a mixture of Oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter,
forming a hard, beetle-like triangular chin much like a praying mantis.
Smoky razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile.
The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand.
Dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes,
map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint.
He showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth,
stained from too much opium, chipped from the years.
The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers.
A piece of cocoanut in a pink seashell caught the tongue
and knotted into thin white strings.
Charcoal grey Eisenhower jacket zipped and tucked into a lotus green ascot.
A coil of ashes collected on the white-on-yellow dacs.
Four slender bones with rings and nails
endured the weight of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder.
I could just make out Ace as he carried the tray and mouthed,
"You cheap son of a bitch"
as a straw fell out of a Coke, cartwheeled into the gutter.
So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood,
So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood,
So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood.

~ Don Van Vliet aka Captain Beefheart, from the 1975 album Bongo Fury Frank Zappa and the Mothers Live from Armadillo Headquarters, Austin Texas.
 
Soft spoken with a broken jaw;
Step outside but not to brawl.
And autumn's sweet;
We call it "fall".
I'll make it to the moon if i have to crawl
 
Lyrics to Twilight Of The Thunder God :
There is Fenris twin
His jaws are open wide
The serpent rises from the waves
Jormungandr twists and turns, mighty in his wrath
The eyes are full of primal hate

Thor, Odin's son, protector of mankind, ride to meet your fate, your destiny awaits
Thor, Hlódyn's son, protector of mankind, ride to meet your fate, Ragnarök awaits

Vingthor rise to face the snake with hammer high
at the edge of the world
as lightning fills the air
as Mjöllnir does it's work
the twinfold serpent roars in pain

Thor, Odin's son, protector of mankind, ride to meet your fate, your destiny awaits
Thor, Hlódyn's son, protector of mankind, ride to meet your fate, Ragnarök awaits

Mighty Thor, grabs the snake
firmly by its tongue
lifts his hammer high to strike
soon his work is done

Vingthor slays the guardian snake
leading to the death
twilight of the thundergod
Ragnarök awaits
twilight of the thunder god
twilight of the thunder god
twilight of the thunder god
twilight of the thunder god




kickass song
 
Nibblin on sponge cake
Watchin the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp they're beginnin to boil

Chorus:
Wastin away again in margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobodys fault

I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue

Chorus:
Wastin away again in margaritaville
Searchin for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault

I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin away again in margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault
 
Second set the owner Lulu
Get's up with the band
A beer in her hand
And sings "Freebird" slow
Then she raises a toast
Here's to Ronnie and the boys
Now everybody make some noise!
 
THE HUNTERS AND COLLECTORS "BLIND EYE" Like a bulldozer chasing butterflies down sad English street and wonder,over sleeping bodies you step lightly,all the snow on the grownd lets you pass by without a sound,one last look before you disappear
 
Let us plant trees that bear positive fruit
And nourish our youth with compassion and truth
Then enlighten their minds to the deepest roots
All the way to the core where their souls can stay true
 
How Bout Some NOFX?
"Irish coffee and Irish car bombs
A fat drunk Jew starts singing this song
I take a closer look and the fat guy is me
So I buy him a shot and he buys me back three"
 
Realize that Dylan has already been mentioned here by spongey600 (Masters of War #51) and muskeymojo (Positively 4[sup]th[/sup] Street #52), both excellent selections. Dylan wrote very powerful lyrics and without sounding to reminiscent, helped to define an era. Therefore, I could not help posting the following; this song really hit home during a certain time and place of my life.

Johny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skip cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the DA
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try, 'No Doz'
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows.

Get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you failed
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters.

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles.

"Subterranean Homesick Blues” – Bob Dylan
 
so many great songs, so many great lyrics - the 1st post in this topic is near & dear to me....Bon Scott was the man.

I, like others have said, don't really have a favorite - depends on the day/mood.

I do really like the lyrics from Freewill (RUSH):
There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance take,
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.

A planet of playthings,
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
"The stars aren't aligned,
Or the gods are malign..."
Blame is better to give than receive.

Chorus
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose freewill.

There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them; they weren't born in Lotusland.

All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face,
You can't pray for a place
In heaven's unearthly estate.

Chorus

Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet.

Chorus

Also Presidents of the USA dune buggy entertains me

A little blind spider took the wheel
Navigatin' grass blades completely by feel
Gotta sassy chassy sparkle in the sun
All four small bald fat tires rockin' through the sand and burnin' up
Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand

Okay I got a rubber band motor hummin' on the beach ready for fun
Quit spinnin' that web and come out and play in the sun
Eight thimble sized cylinders to be as smooth as you please
Spider's bad ass fat old abdomen stuck in the bucket seat

Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand

Squishy transmission was caught in drive
Spiderman was squintin' at the sand and the sky
Spiderwoman in the front seat screamin' go go go
He's ridin' the accelerator down to the floor with his fuzzy little toe oe oe oe oe

Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand

Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy

Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy





and King Missile's detachable penis lyrics are pretty classic:
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.

[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for
a while, then out]



Really though I've got 35 years of music to consider so the above in no way represents the apex or even a strong subset. I love many genres of music from turn of the century blues to hip hop to country rock to classic rock to metal to funk to some disco and even some country...just really diverse tastes.


My favorite lyrics of all time might be a Blind Boy Fuller fingerstyle blues song called "meat shakin' woman"
I got a big fat woman, grease shakin' on her bone​

I say, hey, hey, meat shakin' on her bone​

An' every time she shakes some man done left his home​


If when you boys see my woman you can't keep her long​

I say hey, hey, you can't keep her long​

I got a new way to keep her down, you ""monkey men"" can't catch on​


Baby, for my dinner, I want ham and eggs​

I say hey, hey, I want ham and eggs​

And for my supper, mama, 1 want to feel your legs​


Now you let me feel your legs, and they felt so strong​

I say hey, hey, and they felt so strong​

Baby, if you know what it's gonna be, baby, please don't let me know ​
 
MIPEPPERGUY said:
Realize that Dylan has already been mentioned here by spongey600 (Masters of War #51) and muskeymojo (Positively 4[sup]th[/sup] Street #52), both excellent selections. Dylan wrote very powerful lyrics and without sounding to reminiscent, helped to define an era. Therefore, I could not help posting the following; this song really hit home during a certain time and place of my life.

Johny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skip cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the DA
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try, 'No Doz'
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows.

Get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you failed
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters.

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles.

"Subterranean Homesick Blues” – Bob Dylan
Click to expand...
Great tune!
 
Well you're my green-eyed girl And I've been running around with you.
It's the afternoon and we got nothing left to do.
So wipe the dirt off, eh Take your shirt off,
And we should go hit the cantina, We got work off.
I said it's hot outside Let me go swimming in your eyes.
We've been running for a while
Why don't you lay down, make me smile.
I could never ask for nothing better than this.
It's just tequila and the beach, it's hot and salty when we kiss
 
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