Genius words/lyrics

CockneyWanchor

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Sorry for the millionth music-based thread, folks. But hey, I seem to be the only punter who hasn't started one!

Just wondering what's the most surprising word / lyric-flex you've heard? Could be a weird word that's been crow-barred in, or a fantastic bit of rhyming. Hell, let's not rule anything out....I'm desperate for this thread not to be a Googlewhack.

To kick off:

The Kinks: And he goes to the regatta
And he adores the girl next door
Cause he's dying to get at her
(From: 'Well Respected Man')


I've always admired how Kate Bush squeezed in the word 'asunder' (Running Up That Hill)

Also, David Gray using the word 'Rumpus' (Draw the Line)
 
The Beatles-Revolution

But if you go carrying pictures of chairman Mao
You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow
 
Elivs Costello : New Lace sleeves

The salty lips of the socialite sisters
With their continental fingers that have
Never seen working blisters
Oh I know they've got their problems
I wish I was one of them
 
Two for the price of one, in Genesis' " I know what I like"
You get the words lawnmower and wardrobe, without even a rhyme

One of the best things about Genesis especially under Gabriel is that they wrote songs with timing and lyrics that didn't seem to need rhyming.
They just told a narrative.

Look at Squonk. (I know Gabriel had left) You're hard pressed to find a rhyme from start to finish.
 
This is genius.


Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees
My hands are black, the sun is going down
She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam
She's listening to the dream I weaved today
Crosswords through the bathroom door
While someone sings the theme-tune to the news
And my sister buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air
And that's what triggered this
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days
A high-back chair, he sits and stares
A thousand yards and whistles marching-band
Kneeling by and speaking up
He reaches out and I take a massive hand
Disjointed tales that flit between
Short trousers and a full dress uniform
And he talks of people ten years gone like I've known them all my life
Like scattered black and whites
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days
 

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