lurksalot Posted June 11, 2019 Share Posted June 11, 2019 “I loved you then as I love you still though I put you on a pedestal they put you on the pill” i saw 2 shooting stars last night , I wished on them , but they were only satellites it’s wrong to wish on space hardware. I wish , I wish you’ld care i don’t want to change the world I’m not looking for a new England just looking for another girl billy Bragg 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sprocketflup Posted June 11, 2019 Share Posted June 11, 2019 I personally think the greatest lyric ever penned came from Dave Vanain of The Damned when he wrote the superb - "Then, suddenly, Like a fly in a cup of tea, I'm stirred and no longer free, To fly awa-hay-hay-hay" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarky Posted June 11, 2019 Share Posted June 11, 2019 Most beautiful love song lyrics ever, in my view. Nick Cave 'Into my arms' I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms But I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candles burning And make her journey bright and pure That she will keep returning Always and evermore Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wonky2 Posted June 11, 2019 Share Posted June 11, 2019 10 hours ago, 40hz said: " In Penny Lane, the barber shaves another cooooostooomer" Penny Lane - The Beatles John, making no attempt to hide his Scouse accent. It’s paul who (wrote) sings Penny Lane.... 🙄👍🏻 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wonky2 Posted June 11, 2019 Share Posted June 11, 2019 John does however sing: Turn off your mind relax and float down stream It is not dying, it is not dying Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void It is shining, it is shining Yet you may see the meaning of within It is being, it is being Love is all and love is everyone It is knowing, it is knowing And ignorance and hate mourn the dead It is believing, it is believing But listen to the colour of your dreams It is not leaving, it is not leaving So play the game "Existence" to the end Of the beginning, of the beginning tomorrow never knows - The Beatles Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ricky 4000 Posted June 11, 2019 Share Posted June 11, 2019 (edited) you do nothing but socialise and become a menace put on your reebok man and go play f**king tennis Oh my fathers, fathers, fathers, father By nature he was bendy We are the chi chine tribe and we are over friendly - Reverend Black Grape 👍 Edited June 11, 2019 by Ricky 4000 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
uk_lefty Posted June 12, 2019 Share Posted June 12, 2019 Son I'm thirty, I only went with yer mother cuz she's dirty Another by Black Grape 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PunkPonyPrincess Posted June 12, 2019 Share Posted June 12, 2019 (edited) I found this in the rehearsal room yesterday... I think the paper recycling bin puked it out as it has a cheese intolerance. Edited June 12, 2019 by PunkPonyPrincess 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rich Posted June 12, 2019 Share Posted June 12, 2019 (edited) Hotel hobbies padding dawn's hollow corridors, Bell-boys checking out the hookers in the bar Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror, The short straw took its bow. The tell-tale tocking of the last cigarette, Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed, And a familiar craving is crawling in his head And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen, Introducing characters to memories like old friends Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines, A fever of confession, a catalogue of crime In happy hour Do you cry in happy hour? Do you hide in happy hour? The pilgrimage to happy hour New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye, jostling for attention As the sunlight flares through a curtains tear, Shuffling its beams as if in nervous anticipation Of another day 'Hotel Hobbies', Marillion from the Clutching At Straws album, IMO their finest hour Edited June 12, 2019 by Rich 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
upside downer Posted June 12, 2019 Share Posted June 12, 2019 2 hours ago, PunkPonyPrincess said: I found this in the rehearsal room yesterday... I think the paper recycling bin puked it out as it has a cheese intolerance. My favourite bit is the 2 tom hits 😳 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
40hz Posted June 12, 2019 Share Posted June 12, 2019 13 hours ago, Wonky2 said: It’s paul who (wrote) sings Penny Lane.... 🙄👍🏻 Woops! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ricky 4000 Posted June 12, 2019 Share Posted June 12, 2019 7 hours ago, uk_lefty said: Son I'm thirty, I only went with yer mother cuz she's dirty Another by Black Grape Happy Mondays actually, but I knows what you're sayin'. 👍 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hobbayne Posted June 12, 2019 Share Posted June 12, 2019 22 hours ago, Wonky2 said: John does however sing: Turn off your mind relax and float down stream It is not dying, it is not dying Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void It is shining, it is shining Yet you may see the meaning of within It is being, it is being Love is all and love is everyone It is knowing, it is knowing And ignorance and hate mourn the dead It is believing, it is believing But listen to the colour of your dreams It is not leaving, it is not leaving So play the game "Existence" to the end Of the beginning, of the beginning tomorrow never knows - The Beatles Lennon pinched that from a Timothy Leary book about LSD. (Thats the drug not pre-decimal currency) 😂 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DaveFry Posted June 12, 2019 Share Posted June 12, 2019 Oh ,your red scarf matches your eyes , You closed your cover before striking . Father had the shipfitter blues Loving you has made me bananas . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrCrane Posted June 13, 2019 Share Posted June 13, 2019 With a geranium behind each ear and his face painted with gay cabalistic symbols, 6-foot-8, 17-stone Police Sergeant Geoff Bull looked jolly convincing as he sweated and grunted through a vigorous twist routine at the Frug-A-Go-Go Bierkeller. His hot serge trousers flapped wildly over his enormous plastic sandals as he jumped and jumped and gyrated towards a long-haired man. "Er, excuse me, man, I have reason to believe you can turn me on", he leered suggestively. As if by magic dozens of truncheons appeared and mercilessly thrashed him. Poor Geoff, what a turn-up for the books 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Richard R Posted June 13, 2019 Share Posted June 13, 2019 5 hours ago, MrCrane said: With a geranium behind each ear and his face painted with gay cabalistic symbols, 6-foot-8, 17-stone Police Sergeant Geoff Bull looked jolly convincing as he sweated and grunted through a vigorous twist routine at the Frug-A-Go-Go Bierkeller. His hot serge trousers flapped wildly over his enormous plastic sandals as he jumped and jumped and gyrated towards a long-haired man. "Er, excuse me, man, I have reason to believe you can turn me on", he leered suggestively. As if by magic dozens of truncheons appeared and mercilessly thrashed him. Poor Geoff, what a turn-up for the books I don't recognise that particular lyric, but that has surely got to be Half Man Half Biscuit! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpondonBassed Posted June 13, 2019 Share Posted June 13, 2019 (edited) 6 hours ago, MrCrane said: With a geranium behind each ear and his face painted with gay cabalistic symbols, 6-foot-8, 17-stone Police Sergeant Geoff Bull looked jolly convincing as he sweated and grunted through a vigorous twist routine at the Frug-A-Go-Go Bierkeller. His hot serge trousers flapped wildly over his enormous plastic sandals as he jumped and jumped and gyrated towards a long-haired man. "Er, excuse me, man, I have reason to believe you can turn me on", he leered suggestively. As if by magic dozens of truncheons appeared and mercilessly thrashed him. Poor Geoff, what a turn-up for the books 58 minutes ago, Richard R said: I don't recognise that particular lyric, but that has surely got to be Half Man Half Biscuit! Bonzo Dog Doodah Band. Rhinocratic Oaths Edited June 13, 2019 by SpondonBassed Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Richard R Posted June 13, 2019 Share Posted June 13, 2019 1 hour ago, SpondonBassed said: Bonzo Dog Doodah Band. Rhinocratic Oaths Blimey, I haven't listened to the Bozos since school days. Off to Spotify! 😁 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Bassman Posted June 13, 2019 Share Posted June 13, 2019 (edited) She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the Oldest of tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days The sight was beyond belief Many a head snapped for double--even triple--takes as this vivacious Feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most Virile of the young tabbies were known to hang out They hung in droves Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place And that was O'Malley's Alley The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended) But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into The heart of the alleyway She knew what she wanted She was lookin' for that stud bull She was looking for that he cat And that was me Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee Say, baby, do you want to lay down with me? Say, baby, do you want to lay down by my side? Ah baby, do you want to lay down with me? Say, baby? Say, baby? Edited June 14, 2019 by Captain Bassman 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
josie Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 Encumbered forever by desire and ambition, there's a hunger still unsatisfied (Pink Floyd, "High Hopes") This is in my funeral instructions as my epitaph. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
uk_lefty Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 5 hours ago, josie said: This is in my funeral instructions as my epitaph. Mine is "kickstart my heart" by Motley Crue. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrCrane Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 He looked into my eyes just as an airplane roared above Said something about football But he never mentioned love. or There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis Just like you swore to me that you'd be true There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fozza Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 A few of Elvis Costello's jump out. Long shot of that jumping sign Visible shivers running down my spine Cut to the baby taking off her clothes Close-up of the sign that says,"We never close" You snatch a tune, you a match a cigarette She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet I don't know how much more of this I can take She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake - from "Watching the Detectives. She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle Capital punishment, she's last year's model They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie I don't want to go to Chelsea - from "(I Don't Want to go to) Chelsea. Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire Out of the frying pan into the fire The king is in the counting house Some folk have all the luck And all we get are pictures of Lord and Lady Muck They come from lovely people with a hard line in hypocrisy There are ashtrays of emotion for the fag-ends of the aristocracy The sugar coated pill is getting bitterer still You think your country needs you but you know it never will So pack up your troubles in a stolen handbag Don't dilly dally boys rally round the flag Give us your daily bread in individual slices And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis - from "Pills and Soap. There are loads more but that'll do for one post! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Japhet Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 Speaking of detectives; (from the mad mind of Alex Harvey) I got the call on a rainy Monday Business was uneasy So I turned up the collar of my coat and Considered the situation. Now was her Daddy bad? Or was it good for my Baby? But there's one thing bothering me.....Who was the man in the jar? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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