Truly great song lyrics

If we are talking great lyrics, Nina Simone is up there.
This is a selection of lines from Mississippi Goddamn

Hound dogs on my trail
School children sittin' in jail
Black cat cross my path
I think every day's gonna be my last
Lord have mercy on this land of mine
We all gonna get it in due time
I don't belong here, I don't belong there
I've even stopped believin' in prayer

Picket lines, school boycotts
They try to say it's a communist plot
All I want is equality
For my sister, my brother, my people, and me

You don't have to live next to me
Just give me my equality

Yes its political but fuck it, posting it anyway.
 
Lyrics to Wings
Day by day
The moon gains on me
Day by day
The moon gains on me

Purchased pair of flabby wings
I took to doing some HOVERING
Here is a list of incorrect things

HOVERED mid-air outside a study
An academic kneaded his chin
Sent in the dust of some cheap magazines
His academic rust, could not burn them up

Recruited some gremlins
To get me clear of the airline routes
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs

The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock
I ended up in the eighteen sixties
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years
A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space

Ended up under Ardwick Bridge
With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War
They were under Irish patronage
We shot dead a stupid sergeant
But I got hit in the crossfire
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock

But, when I got back
The place I made the purchase, no longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge

Day by day
The moon came towards me
By such things
The moon came towards me

So now I sleep in ditches
And hide away from nosey kids
The wings rot and feather under me
The wings rot and curl right under me
A small alteration of the past
Can turn time into space
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade
 
Lyrics to Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy. Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy.
J. Hill's satanic reign.
Ass-lickers King O'Team.
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy.
In the marble halls of the charm school.
How flair is punished.
Under Marble Millichip, the FA. broods.
On how flair can be punished.
They're guest is a Euro-State magnate.
How flair is punished.
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
In the booze club, George Best does rule.
How flair is punished.
His downfall was a blonde girl, but that's none of your business!
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Former fan at the bus stop.
Treads on the ball at his feet, in the christmas rush.
And in his hands, two lager cans.
Talks to himself. At the back. At the top.
What are the implications of the club unit?
Plastic, Slime, Partitions, Cocktail, Zig-Zag, Tudor Bar.
Pat McGatt. Pat McGatt, the very famous sports reporter is
talking......there.
"Fans!Remember, you are abroad!
Remember the police are rough!
Remember the unemployed!
Remember my expense account!
Hot dogs and seat for Mr Hogg!
Hot dogs and seat for Mr Hogg!
And! His grotty Spawn!
Lurid brochures for ground unit.
Our style is punished.Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Remember! don't collect with the rough.
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, lets swell the facilities."
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy
 
War…..Edwin Starr

(War) h'uh
Yeah!
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin) uh-huh, uh-huh
(War) h'uh
Yeah!
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')
Say it again, y'all

(War) h'uh (h'uh) look out!
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')

Listen to me

Ooh war, I despise
'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives
War means tears, to thousands of mother's eyes
When their sons go off to fight and lose their lives
I said, war (h'uh)
Good God, y'all!
(What is it good for?)

Absolutely (nothin') 'gin
Say it, again

(War) whoa (h'uh) whoa-whoa, Lord

(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')
Listen to me!

(War)
It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker!
(War)
Friend only to the undertaker

Ooh, war
Is an enemy to all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest

Within the younger generation
Induction, then destruction
Who wants to die?
Ooh war, Good God (h'uh) y'all!

(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')

Say it, say it, say it
(War)
Woah-h'uh (h'uh) yeah uh
(What is it good for?)

(Absolutely) nothin'
Listen to me

(War)
It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker
(War)
It's got one thing and that's the undertaker

Ooh, war
Has shattered many a-young man's dreams
Made him disabled, bitter, and mean
And life is much too short and precious
To spend fighting wars each day
War can't give life
It can only take it away
Oh, war!
(H'uh) Good God, y'all
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')

Say it, again
(War)
Whoa (h'uh) whoa-whoa, Lord
(What is it good for?)
A-absolutely (nothin')
Listen to me!
(War)
It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker
(War)
Friend only to the undertaker
Woo!

Peace, love and understanding tell me
Is there no place for anything else?
They say we must fight
To keep our freedom
But Lord, knows there's got to be
A better way
Oooh

(War)
God, y'all! (uh)
(What is it good for?)
You tell 'em! (h'uh)
Say it, say it, say it
(War)
Good God (h'uh) now, h'uh
(What is it good for?)
Stand up and shout it
(Nothin'!)
 
ColinBellsjockstrap said:


I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on the windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said "you are a lady"
"Perhaps" she said. "I may be"

We moved in to a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up

I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she'd seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her

I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her

This morning at four fifty
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's something missing
I'd beg for some forgiveness
But begging's not my business
And she won't write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction
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Doest make sence, two years older, only born this morning
 
By Mr. Shane McGowan

One summer evening, drunk to hell
I sat there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
"Where the Water Lilies Grow"
And on the jukebox, Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's "How are you, kid?' and "What's your name?"
And "How'd you bloody know?

In blood and death, 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed, then cursed
Then prayed, then bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me

And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes

I looked at him, he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang
Of my elusive dreams
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me

So drunk to hell, I left the place
Sometimes crawling, sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a-talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing

And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
A rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes, for a pair of brown eyes

And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes, for a pair of brown eyes
 
They still call him Tony, though his name was Marc
The studio said it had "a bit more spark"
He changed it in spring of '69
And never quite changed it back in time
He once had a face that could stop a scene
Now the mirror is tactful if slightly mean
The walls of his flat wear old marquee light
That flickers on cue every other night

He dines by candle alone by design
To the sound of a score that plays in his mind
He signs old headshots when letters arrive
Each one addressed to Tony, aged 35
He smiles at strangers like they should know
The man who once walked on a beach in the snow
In that film they screened on Channel 4
Where cinemas die and dreams cost more

And though the script has thinned with age
He plays his part, he takes the stage
The lines are blurred, the set's decayed
But still he hits his mark each day
They may have swapped the lens for glass
the close-up's gone, the moment's passed

But in his mind he takes a bow
To a standing crowd that isn't now

The neighbours complain of the spotlight glow
That leaks through his flat in the evening snow
But how else can one rehearse at night
Without a wash of remembered light?
The postman once caught him dressed for a scene
In cravat and in gloves and in velveteen
He bowed and he said "it's for a role"
And waited all week for the cameras to show

He keeps an oscar made of wood
A gift from a fan who misunderstood
And sometimes at dusk he swears he hears
Applause from the sink or the chandeliers
The pigeons outside they stop and stare
The kettle quotes lines from L'amour et Guerre
The ghost of his agent calls once a year
To offer a part that will never appear

Yet still he waits for his return
His name in lights, the reel to turn
He knows the world forgot his face
But not the poise and not the pace
For in his heart the show goes on
The curtain falls, the lights stay on

A leading man in act fours haze
Still finding truth in second takes
 
To Be Someone The Jam

To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer a rock singer
Or a big film star
yes, I think I would like that
To be rich and have lots of fans
Have lots of girls to prove that I'm a man
And be number one
And liked by everyone
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
They really dig me and I dig them
And the bread I spend
is like my fame, it's quickly diminished
And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool
No more reporters at my beck and call
No more cocaine, now it's only ground chalk
No more taxis, now we'll have to walk
But didn't we have a nice time?
didn't we have a nice time?
Oh wasn't it such a fine time?
I realize I should have stuck to my guns
Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons
And lose myself
I know it was wrong, but it's cost me a lot
And there's no more drinking when the club shuts down
I'm out on me arse with the rest of the clowns
It's really frightening without a bodyguard
So I stay confined to my lonely room
But didn't we have a nice time?
didn't we have a nice time?
Oh wasn't it such a fine time?
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
 
ColinBellsjockstrap said:


I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on the windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said "you are a lady"
"Perhaps" she said. "I may be"

We moved in to a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up

I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she'd seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her

I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her

This morning at four fifty
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's something missing
I'd beg for some forgiveness
But begging's not my business
And she won't write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction
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I came to say this, when I saw the title of the thread. Difford is a genius and tells a story so well in a short space / few words.
As a kid, I enjoyed Cool For Cats coming on the radio, so that I could sing along to "it's funny how their missus always looks the bleedin' same"
 
normskih said:
War…..Edwin Starr

(War) h'uh
Yeah!
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin) uh-huh, uh-huh
(War) h'uh
Yeah!
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')
Say it again, y'all

(War) h'uh (h'uh) look out!
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')

Listen to me

Ooh war, I despise
'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives
War means tears, to thousands of mother's eyes
When their sons go off to fight and lose their lives
I said, war (h'uh)
Good God, y'all!
(What is it good for?)

Absolutely (nothin') 'gin
Say it, again

(War) whoa (h'uh) whoa-whoa, Lord

(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')
Listen to me!

(War)
It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker!
(War)
Friend only to the undertaker

Ooh, war
Is an enemy to all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest

Within the younger generation
Induction, then destruction
Who wants to die?
Ooh war, Good God (h'uh) y'all!

(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')

Say it, say it, say it
(War)
Woah-h'uh (h'uh) yeah uh
(What is it good for?)

(Absolutely) nothin'
Listen to me

(War)
It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker
(War)
It's got one thing and that's the undertaker

Ooh, war
Has shattered many a-young man's dreams
Made him disabled, bitter, and mean
And life is much too short and precious
To spend fighting wars each day
War can't give life
It can only take it away
Oh, war!
(H'uh) Good God, y'all
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')

Say it, again
(War)
Whoa (h'uh) whoa-whoa, Lord
(What is it good for?)
A-absolutely (nothin')
Listen to me!
(War)
It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker
(War)
Friend only to the undertaker
Woo!

Peace, love and understanding tell me
Is there no place for anything else?
They say we must fight
To keep our freedom
But Lord, knows there's got to be
A better way
Oooh

(War)
God, y'all! (uh)
(What is it good for?)
You tell 'em! (h'uh)
Say it, say it, say it
(War)
Good God (h'uh) now, h'uh
(What is it good for?)
Stand up and shout it
(Nothin'!)
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Without googling it, this was released in 1971 ?
It was an anti-Vietnam song.

Looking at the current issues it is still so relevant.

When will we ever learn?
 
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Blue Mist said:
Without googling it, this was released in 1971 ?
It was an anti-Vietnam song.

Looking at the current issues it is still so relevant.

When will ever learn?
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They never will, Misty. Whenever it ‘kicks off’ in the world, whichever country starts on another, my family start with the first line of this song. My eldest sister always says, “there will never be peace on this earth”.
 
normskih said:
They never will, Misty. Whenever it ‘kicks off’ in the world, whichever country starts on another, my family start with the first line of this song. My eldest sister always says, “there will never be peace on this earth”.
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Sayin' nowt.
I dont want this thread moved to the political section.

But I agree.
 
Your Song….Elton John

I could type the whole lyrics and the song is beautiful but one line in particular is special.

How wonderful life is, when you’re in the world.
 
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