Most memorable music lyrics

[MJZiggy]

But that night before story makes me think of this:

Well you went uptown riding in your limousine
In your fine Park Avenue clothes
You had the Dom Perignon in your hand
And the spoon up your nose
And when you wake up in the morning
With your head on fire
And your eyes too bloody to see
Go on and cry in your coffee
But don't come bitchin' to me

Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you
You had to open up your mouth
You had to be a big shot, didn't you
All your friends were so knocked out
You had to have the last word, last night
You know what everything's about
You had to have a white hot spotlight
You had to be a big shot last night

Well they were all impressed with your Halston dress
And the people that you knew at Elaine's
And the story of your latest success
You Kept 'em so entertained
But now you just don't remember
All the things you said
And you're not sure you want to know
I'll give you one hint, honey
You sure did put on a show

Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot, didn't you
You had to prove it to the crowd
You had to be a big shot, didn't you
All your friends were so knocked out
You had to have the last word, last night
You're so much fun to be around
You had to have the front page, bold type
You had to be a big shot last night

Well, it's no big sin to stick your two cents in
If you know when to leave it alone
But you went over the line
You couldn't see it was time to go home

No, no, no, no, no, no, you had to be a big shot, didn't you
You had to open up your mouth
You had to be a big shot, didn't you
All your friends were so knocked out
You had to have the last word, last night
So much fun to be around
(LIVE VERSION ON 3RD CHORUS ONLY: "You know what everything's about")
You had to have a white hot spotlight
You had to be a big shot last night

Big shot...Big shot...Big shot...Whoa whoa!!
Big shot...Big shot...Big shot...


Sing it Billy!! His old stuff was so much better than the new stuff. Did you know that Billy Joel used to have a metal band when he was a youngin' I will post the name in about an hour when I think of it.

Edit: Attila. They had one album and I have a copy.

[Tyrone Bigguns]

Super Furry Animals - Presidential Suite

Great sense of humor, interesting use of the Love Boat theme, and pretty much sums of my feeling to the Clinton "scandal."

Monica and naughty Billy
Got together something silly now
Holy wars out of lusty minutes
Another Cuban cigar crisis
Honestly!
Do we need to know if he really came inside her mouth?
How will all this affect me
Now and later

You know that we belong
In a presidential suite
Armed guards in the street
Waving back at crowds who greet

And when I look over
Over my shoulder
I can't see my past
It seems so far away

Found an icon that gave him a hard one
Little Boris just can't help himself
Got so hot in the decadent nineties
Pass another vodka dear

We can dance
'Til the early hours of the morning catches up
Then we'll return to business
If there's any of it left!

You know that we belong
In a presidential suite
Armed guards in the street
Waving back at crowds who greet

And when I look over
Over my shoulder
I can't see my past
It seems so far away

What makes you think that
We belong in a presidential suite
Armed guards in the street
Waving back at crowds who greet
Yes indeed

You know that when we met
There were fireworks in the sky
Sparkling like dragonflies
Spelling

[BackPack]

Not really most memorable but rather most in my head right now.

Jack Johnson - It's All Understood

Everyone laughed at her joke
As if they'd never even heard it before
And maybe they were truly amused
But every word that she spoke was a bore
And maybe it's because they had seen
The previews on the TV screen
Well this part is good and that's well understood
So you should laugh if you know what I mean

But it's all relative
Even if you don't understand
Well it's all understood
Especially when you don't understand
Then it's all just because
Even if we don't understand
Then lets all just believe

Everyone knows what went down
Because the news was spread all over town
And fact is only what you believe
And fact and fiction work as a team
It's almost always fiction in the end
That content begins to bend
When context is never the same

And it's all relative
Even if we don't understand
And that's well understood
Especially when we don't understand
Then it's all just because
Even if we don't understand
Then lets all just believe

I was reading a book
Or maybe it was a magazine
Suggestions on where to place faith
Suggestions on what to believe
But I read somewhere
That you've got to beware
You can't believe anything you read
But the good Book is good
And that's well understood
So don't even question
If you know what I mean

But it's all relative
Even if you don't understand
Well it's all understood
Especially when you don't understand
And it's all just because
Even if we don't understand
Then lets all just believe

But there you go once again
You missed the point and then you point
Your fingers at me
And say that I said not to believe
I believe
I guess
I guess it's all relative

[Harlan Huckleby]

I just recently started listening to Jack Johnson, really impressed. Interesting arrangments that don't fall into cliches.

[BackPack]

...Interesting arrangments that don't fall into cliches.

Well said.

[Deputy Nutz]

Here is a Gary Allen song. It was kinda and anthem song for my buddy and me a year or two before I got married. I ain't the greatest of persons, but I think I am all right.

You know just the other morning,
i was hanging around in my house,
i had that old book with pictures,
of madonna naked,
and i was checking it out,
well just then a friend of mine came to the door,
she said she never picked me for a scum-bag before,
said she didn't never wanna see me no more,
and i still, don't know why,

i think i'm an alright guy,
i think i'm an alright guy,
well i just wanna live, until i gotta die,
i kno i ain't perfect,
but God knows, i try,
think i'm an alright guy,
i think i'm alright

Well, maybe I'm dirty,
And sometimes I like to get stoned.
Ain't like I'm foolin' with my Intern,
While I'm talkin' on the phone.
well, i know i get wild, and i know i get drunk,
it's not like i got a bunch of bodies in my trunk,
my old man used to call me a no good punk,
and i still don't know why,

i think i'm an alright guy,
i think i'm an alright guy,
well i just wanna live, until i gotta die,
i kno i ain't perfect,
but God knows, i try,
think i'm an alright guy,
i think i'm alright

you know, just the other night,
the cops pulled me over outside the bar,
well they turned on their lights,
and they ordered me out of my car,
man, i was only kidding when i called them a coupla dicks,
but still they made me the stupid human tricks,
now i'm stuck in this jail,
with a bunch of dumb hicks, and i still don't know why,


i think i'm an alright guy,
i think i'm an alright guy,
well i just wanna live, until i gotta die,
i kno i ain't perfect,
but God knows, i try,
think i'm an alright guy,
i think i'm alright

you know, i think i'm an alright guy,
i think i'm alright

[regorUP]

Watch out where the huskies go
and don't you eat that yellow snow,
watch out where the huskies go,
and don't you eat that yellow snow.

also

Moving to Montana soon,
going to be a dental floss tycoon.



sorry, but Frank Zappa has been in my brain since 1966.

regorUP

[hurleyfan]

Ticking away
the moments that make up a dull day
You Fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town,
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way..

The Great Pink Floyd - Time

[Iron Mike]

Kentucky Avenue--Tom Waits

eddie grace's buick got 4 bullet holes in the side
charlie delisle sittin at the top of an avocado tree
mrs storm'll stab you with a steak knife if you step on her lawn
i got a half pack of lucky strikes, man, come along with me
lets fill our pockets with macadamia nuts
then go over to bobby goodmanson's and jump off the roof
hilda plays strip poker and her mama's across the street
joey navinski says she put her tongue in his mouth
dicky faulkner's got a switchblade and some gooseneck risers
that eucalyptus is a hunchback there's a wind up from the south
let me tie you up with kite string and i'll show you the scabs on my knees
watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks on
and come along with me
lets follow that fire truck--i think your house is burnin' down
then go down to the hobo jungle and kill some rattlesnakes with a trowel
then we'll break all the windows in the old anderson place
and steal a bunch of boysenberrys and we'll smear 'em on our face
i'll get a dollar from my mama's purse and buy you that skull and crossbones ring
and you can wear it around your neck on an old piece of string
then we'll spit on ronnie arnold and flip him the bird
and slash the tires on the school bus, now don't say a word
i'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials on my arm
and i'll show you how to sneak up on the roof of the drugstore
I'll take the spokes from your wheelchair and a magpie's wings
and tie 'em to your shoulders and your feet
i'll steal a hacksaw from my dad, cut the braces off your legs
and we'll bury them tonight out in the cornfield
just put a church key in your pocket
we'll hop that freight train in the hall
and we'll slide down the drain all the way to new orleans in the fall

[K-town]

Faith No More
Introduce Yourself (1987)
We Care A Lot

We care a lot about disasters, fires, floods and killer bees
We care a lot about the NASA shuttle falling in the sea
We care a lot about starvation and the food that Live Aid bought
We care a lot about disease, baby Rock, Hudson, rock, yeah!

We care a lot about the gamblers and the pushers and the geeks
We care a lot about the crack and smack and whack that hits the street
We care a lot about the welfare of all the boys and girls
We care a lot about you people cause we're out to save the world

YEAH!

And it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it

We care a lot about the army navy air force and marines
We care a lot about the SF, NY and LAPD
We care a lot about you people, about your guns
about the wars you're fighting gee that looks like fun

We care a lot about the Garbage Pail Kids, they never lie
We care a lot about Transformers cause there's more than meets the eye

We care a lot about the little things, the bigger things we top
We care a lot about you people yeah you bet we care a lot,

YEAH!

Well, its a dirty job but someone's gotta do it
And it's a dirty song but someone's gotta sing it

Just a little cynical tonite, there.
A song I always liked to play, when on vacation, on the beach, in Cancun.
Song's a bit topical, a bit dated.
But really, have things changed so much?

[jack's smirking revenge]

Zig, this outta make you smile. From CNN.com today...

It's number 'One' on the list of top lyrics
U2 line beats out bits from Smiths, Nirvana

LONDON, England (AP) -- The Irish band U2 has given Britain its favorite song lyric, according to a survey released Monday.

The line "One life, with each other, sisters, brothers" from the 1992 song "One" topped a poll conducted by music channel VH1.

Runner-up was the downbeat "So you go and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home, and you cry, and you want to die" from The Smiths' "How Soon is Now."

A line from Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" -- "I feel stupid and contagious, here we are now, entertain us" -- came third. Bob Marley's "Redemption Song" and Coldplay's "Yellow" took fourth and fifth places.

The top 10 was a mix of the affirmative and the acerbic, ranging from Robbie Williams' uplifting "Angels" -- "And through it all she offers me protection, a lot of love and affection, whether I'm right or wrong" -- to Radiohead's sour "Creep."

More than 13,000 people participated in the poll on the station's Web site, choosing from a list of 100 lyrics selected by music industry figures.

[MJZiggy]

It did make me smile. It is a favorite of mine.

[Joemailman]

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.








Every Grain Of Sand by Bob Dylan Also recorded by Emmylou Harris

[Guiness]

I've got big balls
I've got big balls
They're such big balls
And they're dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
But we've got the biggest balls of them all

And my balls are always bouncing

AC/DC - Big Balls

[Guiness]

On a more serious note -

The Doors - Hello, I Love You

Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
She's walking down the street
Blind to every eye she meets
Do you think you'll be the guy
To make the queen of the angels sigh?
Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
She holds her head so high
Like a statue in the sky
Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long
When she moves my brain screams out this song
Sidewalk crouches at her feet
Like a dog that begs for something sweet
Do you hope to make her see, you fool?
Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
I want you
Hello
I need my baby
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello