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Best rock lyric ever?
- Thread starter AaronVonRock
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There goes one baby's life
It's such a small amount
She's un-American
I guess it doesn't count
Six thousand children's lives
Were simply thrown away
Lost without medicine
Inside of thirty days
In the New York harbor
Where the stock's withheld
It was the price we paid
For a safer world [citizen]
Don’t buy the daily papers any more woman,
Read all about what’s going on in hell.
They don’t care to tell the world of kindness,
Good news never made a paper sell.
Moses come ridin' up on a quasar
His spurs were jingling, the door was ajar
His buckle was silver, his manner was bold
And I asked him to come in out of the cold
and later...
Gideon come up with his eyes on the floor
Said "you ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door"
Moses stood up a full six-foot ten
Said "you can't close the door when the wall's caved in"
Greatest Story Ever Told; Grateful Dead
His spurs were jingling, the door was ajar
His buckle was silver, his manner was bold
And I asked him to come in out of the cold
and later...
Gideon come up with his eyes on the floor
Said "you ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door"
Moses stood up a full six-foot ten
Said "you can't close the door when the wall's caved in"
Greatest Story Ever Told; Grateful Dead
I need to know what song that is. A friend posts that line on his FB page every now n' then trying to find out.
Tnx.
The street's so long where she lost her pocket purse
Kept the last picture of the man she committed first
Cracked windscreen rain, french murder play
Junk take away, tired street parades
Who's to know, whatever, whatever
Not up to me
Not up to you
Not up to anything we do
Kept the last picture of the man she committed first
Cracked windscreen rain, french murder play
Junk take away, tired street parades
Who's to know, whatever, whatever
Not up to me
Not up to you
Not up to anything we do
Wisdom
The Guggenheim Grotto
The road is long
You're gonna get thrown about
Stick to the rhythm
Breathe it in and breath it out
Do what you do, there isn't any secret
Chop wood, draw water, roll cigarettes
Find a lover, put a flower in her hair
Climb a mountain, see the mountain disappear
Be the first to go back to the ghost town
Break bread with the man that's gonna bring you down
Deep, deep down
I listen and I hear what's said
I follow it from a to zed
But wisdom hasn't found me yet
You're feeling scared, Jesus is your bodyguard
You feel alone, take a look in your backyard
Put your eye to the eye of a telescope
The universe looks back through a microscope
Adopt a highway, dress yourself in camel hair
A wasted life is a life lived unaware
Make money, put it on a number eight
Tempt fate, maybe you're a wheel goin' round
Round and round
I listen and I hear what's said
I follow it from a to zed
But wisdom hasn't found me yet
The Guggenheim Grotto
The road is long
You're gonna get thrown about
Stick to the rhythm
Breathe it in and breath it out
Do what you do, there isn't any secret
Chop wood, draw water, roll cigarettes
Find a lover, put a flower in her hair
Climb a mountain, see the mountain disappear
Be the first to go back to the ghost town
Break bread with the man that's gonna bring you down
Deep, deep down
I listen and I hear what's said
I follow it from a to zed
But wisdom hasn't found me yet
You're feeling scared, Jesus is your bodyguard
You feel alone, take a look in your backyard
Put your eye to the eye of a telescope
The universe looks back through a microscope
Adopt a highway, dress yourself in camel hair
A wasted life is a life lived unaware
Make money, put it on a number eight
Tempt fate, maybe you're a wheel goin' round
Round and round
I listen and I hear what's said
I follow it from a to zed
But wisdom hasn't found me yet
But I’m still an embryo
With a long, long way to go
Until I make my brother understand
HELEN REDDY, R.I.P.
With a long, long way to go
Until I make my brother understand
HELEN REDDY, R.I.P.
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Not best ever but today's favourite "Baby you're foul in clear conditions/But you're handsome in the fog"
Roger Waters is responsible for a lot of really memorable lines, but this one from Sheep always sticks with me:
"Wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream."
"Wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream."
