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Your Favorite Lyric Lines

#161
When our weary world was young
The struggle of the Ancients first began
The Gods of Love and Reason
Sought alone to rule the fate of Man

They battled through the ages
But still neither force would yield
The people were divided
Every soul a battlefield...

Rush, Hemispheres - Prelude
 
#164
Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the water
Look at her laughing
Like a heifer to the slaughter

Baby's on fire
And all the laughing boys are bitching
Waiting for photos
Oh the plot is so bewitching

Rescuers row row
Do your best to change the subject
Blow the wind blow blow
Lend some assistance to the object

Photographers snip snap
Take your time she's only burning
This kind of experience
Is necessary for her learning

If you'll be my flotsam
I could be half the man I used to
They said you were hot stuff
And that's what Baby's been reduced to...

Juanita and Juan
Very clever with maraccas
Making their fortunes
Selling second-hand tobaccoes

Juan dances at Chico's
And when the clients are evicted
He empties the ashtrays
And pockets all that he's collected

But Baby's on fire!
And all the instruments agree that
Her temperature's rising
But any idiot would know that.

Brian Eno/Robert Fripp- Baby's on fire-Here come the Warm Jets album, pretty much anything off this album
 
#168
tmdazed said:
Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the water
Look at her laughing
Like a heifer to the slaughter

Baby's on fire
And all the laughing boys are bitching
Waiting for photos
Oh the plot is so bewitching

Rescuers row row
Do your best to change the subject
Blow the wind blow blow
Lend some assistance to the object

Photographers snip snap
Take your time she's only burning
This kind of experience
Is necessary for her learning

If you'll be my flotsam
I could be half the man I used to
They said you were hot stuff
And that's what Baby's been reduced to...

Juanita and Juan
Very clever with maraccas
Making their fortunes
Selling second-hand tobaccoes

Juan dances at Chico's
And when the clients are evicted
He empties the ashtrays
And pockets all that he's collected

But Baby's on fire!
And all the instruments agree that
Her temperature's rising
But any idiot would know that.

Brian Eno/Robert Fripp- Baby's on fire-Here come the Warm Jets album, pretty much anything off this album
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...um...really?

--Silvie
 
#169
Apocalypse in 9/8

With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
The Pied Piper takes his children underground.
Dragons coming out of the sea,
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.
Better not compromise.
It won't be easy.

666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
 
#170
MrMeacham said:
"In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
And I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. "
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Man! Best song ever! Thanks for reminding me of it.:)
 
#172
From Territories:

We all figure that our homes, our homes are set above
Other people than the ones, ones we know and love

The whole wide world an endless universe
Yet we keep looking through the eyeglass in reverse
Don't feed the people but we feed the machines
Can't really feel what international means
In different circles we keep holding our ground
In different circles we keep spinning round and round and round

We see so many tribes overrun and undermined
While their invaders dream of lands they left behind
Better people, better food and better beer
Why move around the world when Eden was so near?

The bosses get talking so tough
And if that wasn't evil enough
We get the drunken and passionate pride
Of the citizens along for the ride

They shoot without shame in the name of a piece of dirt
For a change of accent or the color of your shirt
Better the pride that resides in a citizen of the world
Than the pride that divides when a colorful rag is unfurled


My bold highlights.
It's unnerving how relevant these lyrics are today.
 
#173
Lots of good stuff in this thread! Here's a few of my fav's...

"Pussy scratch 'n sniff in a Playboy, Christ I'm a good lookin' man"

AND

"Baby let me drink deep from your globes of reality" - Dave Wyndorf, Monster Magnet

"I smoke 'cuz I'm hoping for an early death, and I need to cling to something" - Steven Morrissey, The Smiths
 
#174
A prescient warning from the dawn of the PC era, from some of modern music's most genuine and virtuosic of technological pioneers:

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tomorrow.


The above words, from Pete Sinfield and Greg Lake, are the first section of ELP's "Karn Evil 9, 1st Impression, Part 1." The lyrics that follow the above have to do with "the most amazing show" that never ends.
 
#175
...and the chilling conclusion to the 3rd Impression:

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just.
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave You life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?
 
#176
wcnewby said:
Believe me when I tell you that I got something for your punk ass.
~ not sure
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Sublime - "Santeria"

the Arctic Monkeys have some great ones:
- "And how you like to aggravate the Ice Cream Man on rainy afternoons." (Crying Lightning)

- "And all the weekend rockstars are in the toilet practicing their lines." (Fake Tales of San Francisco)

- "All the pretty visitors came to wave their hands and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall." (Pretty Visitors)

- "What came first, the chicken or the d*ck head?" (Pretty Visitors)

they have a lot more, just can't think of them...

Always loved Rush's "One likes to believe in the freedom of music, but glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity." (Spirit of the Radio)
 
#177
One of my Favorite Bruce Thomas basslines too!

See her picture in a thousand places
'cause she's this year's girl.
You think you all own little pieces
of this year's girl.

Forget your fancy manners,
forget your English grammar,
'cause you don't really give a damn
about this year's girl.
Still you're hoping that she's well spoken
'cause she's this year's girl.
You want her broken with her mouth wide open
'cause she's this year's girl.
Never knowing it's a real attraction,
all these promises of satisfaction,
while she's being bored to distraction
being this year's girl.
 
#180
Last man left is left alive.
You're in the fire of a fight.
High end, all right.

Jed Whedon, "Last Man." I don't care much for the lyrics themselves but it's a cool song.

Light a candle, curse the glare.

Jerry Garcia, "Touch of Grey." It comes from something said of Elsanor Roosevelt, that she would rather "light a candle than curse the glare."
 

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