Best song lyric?

[MANCUNIAN1973]

your the only thing in any room your ever in - elbow , starlings

 

[wrongun73]

home,
its where i want to be, pick me up and turn me round,
i feel numb,
born with a weak heart,
guess i must be having fun,
the less we say about it the better,
make it up as we go along,
feet on the ground, head in the sky,
its ok, i know nothings wrong.

ooh oh, i got plenty of time,
ooh oh, you got light in your eyes,
and your standing here besides me,
i love the passing of time,
never for money, always for love,
cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight.

home,
its where i want to be, but i guess im already there,
i come home,
she lifted up her wings,
i guess that this must be the place,
i cant tell one from another,
did i find you or you find me?,
there was a time, before we were born,
if someone asks, this is where i'l be,
ooh oh, we drift in and out,
ooh oh, sing into my mouth,
out of all those kinds of people,
you got a face with a view,
im just an animal, looking for a home and,
share the same space, for a minute or two,
and you, love me till my heart stops, love me till im dead,
eyes that light up, eyes see through you,
cover up the blank spots, hit me on the head.

NAIVE MELODY(THIS MUST BE THE PLACE) - TALKING HEADS 1983

 

[Paul powers moustache]

Shes a messy creation
She hit the road
and the road hit back


Scouting for girls , Aeroplane

 

[kronkonite]

Shes a messy creation
She hit the road
and the road hit back


Scouting for girls , Aeroplane

her'es a better one

I made up myself

wonder bra

or wonder bar

both is wunderbar

 

[Cellarite]

is it worth it
a new winter coat and shoes for the wife
and a bicycle on the boy's birthday
it's just a rumour that was spread around town
by the women and children
soon we'll be shipbuilding
well i ask you
the boy said 'dad they're going to take me to task
but i'll be back by christmas'
it's just a rumour that was spread around town
somebody said that someone got filled in
for saying that people get killed in
the result of this shipbuilding
with all the will in the world
diving for dear life
when we could be diving for pearls
it's just a rumour that was spread around town
a telegram or a picture postcard
within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
and notifying the next of kin
once again
it's all we're skilled in
we will be shipbuilding
with all the will in the world
diving for dear life
when we could be diving for pearls

this is brilliant, what is it?

 

[BlueMo']

you better stop dreamin of the quiet life, coz its the one we'll never know.
quit runnin for the runaway bus coz those rosey days are few, and,
stop apologisin, for the things you've never done,
coz time is short and life is cruel but its up to us to change this town called malice...

rows and rows of disused milkfloats stand dyin' in the dairy yard,
and a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milkbottles to their hearts,
hangin' out their old love letters, on the line to dry,
its enough to make you stop believin' when tears come fast n furiuos in a own called malice...
ooh yeah.

ba ba ba ba badaba, ba ba badaba ooh....x2

struggle after atruggle, year after year,
the atmospheres a fine blend of ice an' im almost stone cold dead, in a town called malice..ooh yeah.

a whole streets belief, in sundays roast beef, gets dashed, against, the co op,
to either cut down on beer or the kids new gear,
its a big decision in a town called malice!...ooh yeah.

the ghost of a steam train, echos down my track,
its at the moment bound for nowhere, just goin' round an' round oh,
playground kids an' creakin' swings,
lost laughter in the breeze,
i could go on for hours an' i probably will,
but id sooner put some joy back in,
this town called malice!...

TOWN CALLED MALICE, 1982.

Pure genius.

 

[Citizenhill]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9G0ENZJLI8[/youtube]

I could be a millionaire if I had the money
I could own a mansion, no I don't think I'd like that
But I might write a song that makes you laugh, now that would be funny
And you could tell your friends in England you'd like that
But now I've chosen aeroplanes and boats to come between us
And a line or two on paper wouldn't go amiss
How is Worcestershire? Is it still the same between us?
Do you still use television to send you fast asleep?
Can you last another week? Does the cistern still leak?
Or have you found a man to mend it?
Oh, and by the way, how's your broken heart?
Is that mended too? I miss you
I miss you, I really do.

I've been reading Browning, Keats and William Wordsworth
And they all seem to be saying the same thing for me
Well I like the words they use, and I like the way they use them
You know, Home Thoughts From Abroad is such a beautiful poem
And I know how Robert Browning must have felt
'Cause I'm feeling the same way about you
Wondering what you're doing and if you need some help
Do I still occupy your mind? Am I being so unkind?
Do you find it very lonely, or have you found someone to laugh with?
Oh, and by the way, are you laughing now?
'Cause I'm not, I miss you
I miss you, I really do.

I really do.

Clifford T. Ward - Home Thoughts From Abroad

 

[masterwig]

I decree today that life is simply taking and not giving,
England is mine,
It owes me a living.
But ask me why and I'll spit in your eye.

Still Ill- The Smiths

Sums up the attitude of some of the scroungers about these days. Want it all on a plate without doing a day's work.

 

[johnny on the spot]

'You can give us back fat Terry Waite
Or get a Doctor Marten in the face'

- The Macc Lads

 

[Fitton]

I said, who's that girl there?
I wonder what went wrong
So that she had to roam the streets
She doesn't do major credit cards
I doubt she does receipts
It's all not quite legitimate



Despair up to the point till they provoke
The punchline before they have told the joke
The sheer desperation to be seen
Staring at the television screen

Despair up to the point where they provoke
You to tell the fucking punchline before you have told the joke
Sorry sunshine it doesn't exist
It wasn't in the top 100 list



I need to be myself
I can't be no one else
I'm feeling supersonic
Give me gin and tonic
You can have it all but how much do you want it?


There's loads I could go on loads...<br /><br />-- Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:10 pm --<br /><br />I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence