Favorite Lines

I could run this thread to umpteen pages quoting my favourite Randy Newman lyrics, but I'll stop at one song:

The Girls In My Life (Part 1)

Was a little girl
Maybe five-foot-two
Had the cutest little feet
Made my heart go tweet-tweet
Quite a pleasant disposition

Then came a pretty young French girl, mmm
Whom I met in Las Vegas
When I was there with my parents
Oh my
Had a real nice conversation

Met a girl at the bakery
She wanted to borrow my car from me
I said, "Take it, baby"
She took it down
To Mexico
Ran over a man named Juan

Then I went to college
Met a college girl
She lived in the sorority house
Across from the school
Got a real fine education
Had seven women on my mind

Now I'm married
Have a very lovely wife
Three cute little boys
It's so nice
And that's just half the story
Of the girls in my life

Grandad's Little Ditty

As I stand in the shower
Singing opera and such
Pondering the possibility that i
Pull the pud too much
There's a scent that fills the air
Is it flatus? just a touch.
And it makes me think of you. :oops:

/sorry, I just bought a bass guitar and I've been listening to a lot of Primus lately

Little Head - John Hiatt

I'm dirty as a man hole cover
I'm lookin for my long lost lover
She turned me out and now I'm sinkin'
I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin'

I'm talking with a tight red sweater
I'm feelin' like Eddie Vedder
Only twice as cool when she starts winkin'
I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin'

I'm loyal as a dog but I'm a hog for that sexual attraction
It starts up in my mind and makes a bee line below the belt
No consequences just satisfaction

Baby in my heart I'm faithful
This two headed monster is so distasteful
Forgive me when my instincts start stinkin'
I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin'
I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin'
Think about it...

Forgive me if my instincts start stinkin'
I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin'

"Just Another Star"
Bullet f/m Valentine

This is what I see through my eyes,
Black is the colour of your sunrise,
This is what I can see through my eyes,
This is the colour of your, sunshine

"My Curse"
Killswitch Engage

I watched you walk away
Hopeles, with nothing to say
I screen my eyes
Hoping to see you again

////

There is love
Burning to find you
Will you wait for me?

Love you, love this town;
Love this mother-lovin' truck that keeps breakin' lovin' down
There's only one four-letter word that'll do:
Love you

Love your cat; love this house
Well, I can't believe myself that I'm lovin' gettin' out
Love talkin'; love fightin';
Thought of never seein' your lovin' face
There's some words that some words just have to replace

Love you; love this town;
Yeah, I'm sick an' lovin' tired of all your lovin' around
There's only one four-letter word that'll do:
Love you

(Jack Ingram, Love You)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aI7j6vCWqM

Margaret

I love all of these great lines from the link GB posted a while ago.

The one I seriously can't resist is this one -

"Got a telegram
Momma passed away while making home made jam."

Living in Shame - The Supremes.

This was the comment of the poster there -

'I love the way this lyric not only sacrifices any gravity to assuage the ravenous God of rhyme, but also helpfully points out that momma wasn't making shop-bought jam.'

:lol: :lol: :lol:

Geez, too many to list all of them. This is the current song I am stuck on:
(Martina McBride - When God-fearin Women Get the Blues) 8)

We all heard her hollerin'
For a country mile
"Cheatin' shows your complete lack of style"
Well she took out three parkin' meters
and a pedestrian's purse
the day she quit the baptist choir
and threw that Ford into reverse

Lock up your husbands, lock up your sons
Lock up your whiskey cabinets
Girls, lock up your guns
Lock up the beauty shop, ain't no tellin if they've heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Nieman-Marcus tell them lock up them high-heeled shoes

Chorus
When God-fearin women get the blues
There aint no slap dab a' tellin what their gonna do
Run around yellin
"I got a Mustang, it'll do 80
You dont have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby."

Call all the deacons
Call the Ladies Aid
Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors, call every bass
Well call all the Pentacostals, bring that anointing oil too
Well call the preacher, he's the only one can reach her
And their ain't no time to lose

Repeat Chorus

She's on all our prayer lists
She's on all our hearts
As for the Easter cantata
We don't know who'll sing her part

Repeat Chorus

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jiu7xw2dEI&mode=related&search=

Keller Williams does a song called "doobie in my pocket" he hasn't released it on a cd or anything, but he has been playing it live all summer long (or at least since bonaroo). I went nuts when he played it at the 10,000 lakes festival in Minnesota. it's pretty funny especially if you can relate to it.

I just remembered there's a doobie in my pocket
of my shirt in my suitcase
as im standing in line to check in to my flight
and im trying to decide if i should get out of line
but the line is really long and i start thinking about this song
and about the hippie at the festival that gave me the doobie
that is in my pocket of my shirt in my suitcase
that im planning on checking to my final destination
which is another festival with hippies and more doobies so I
dont really need the one thats in the pocket of my shirt in my suitcase i wonder if they'll find it
and i wonder what they'll do depending on there mood
they could put it in there pocket of their TSA shirt
or maybe they're disgruntled and spark it where they stand
or maybe they'll just give it to their friend steve the cop
who will put it in his pocket and give it to the rasta that works at the starbucks 'round 8:30 9
in hoping of continuing of receiving his free tripple tall americano shots on top
that he desperately needs the extra caffeine so that he can walk the miles and miles of luggage
with his female German Shepard that he named Eva Brawn from the David Langley song or at least that song that langley does
im not really sure if david langley wrote it
but one thing is true steve the cop he likes it
maybe he will simply throw the doobie in the trash
to avoid all the paper work complete pain in the @ss
and this is what is going through my brain as i exit the plane
and walk to baggage claim and pray for a key change
but the suitcase never came and i start to go insane
as i pace around with visions of Guantanamo bay
and no need to drool man everything is cool
they found my suitcase on the way to Istanbul
and they got it just in time put it on the next flight
every things ok i should seeing it the next day
but once again it never came and once again i go insane
and i know its time to go its like an hour till the show
without any traffic but i did not leave in time
for now i got road rage cuz its my turn on the stage
and i cannot deny the sharp pain behind my eye
and i have to stop and smile because i realize
that im wearing the shirt with the doobie in my pocket
it was never in my suitcase i was wearing it the whole time.

My favourite songwriter would probably be Leonard Cohen. A fragment from 'teachers':
I met a man who lost his mind
in some lost place I had to find,
follow me the wise man said,
but he walked behind.

I walked into a hospital
where none was sick and none was well,
when at night the nurses left
I could not walk at all.

Morning came and then came noon,
dinner time a scalpel blade
lay beside my silver spoon.

Some girls wander by mistake
into the mess that scalpels make.
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to break.

You know how that rabbit feels
going under your speeding wheels
Bright images flashing by
like windshield towards a fly
Frozen in the fatal climb but the wheels of time
just pass you by

Wheels can take you around
Wheels can cut you down
You can go from boom to bust
From sea to a bowl of dust
You can go from rocket's red glare
Down to brother can you spare another war?
another wasteland?
And another lost generation...

-Neil Peart

(Note: This song "Between the Wheels" also happens to contain one of Lifeson's best, and yet largely unheralded, solos)

Scrogdog!

A few great lines...

Floyd:

"The sun is the same, in a relative way - but your older"

Rush:

"We are planets to each other,
Drifting in our orbits
To a brief eclipse.
Each of us a world apart,
Alone and yet together,
Like two passing ships."

Beautiful South:

"Think of you with pipe and slippers
Think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly
Then think of me instead

I'll never grow so old and flabby
That could never be

Don't marry her, f^ck me"

(bump)