The best song lyric you've ever heard.

Sinister Peter Gabriel track with brilliant drumming from Phil Collins.

That'd be the long, drawn out death then, SK.....?

still, a man hear's what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

Midnight stars are shining on my shoeshine.

doffcocker wrote:

Breadman wrote:
Mike Scott gets all the plaudits nowadays for The Waterboys but Karl Wallinger was a top songwriter in his own right.

I think my dad will back you up there.

I must admit I only know a few World Party songs (all from the Best in Show compilation album). Is It Like Today is another cracker. She's The One is a good song but hard to listen to without thinking of Robbie Williams sadly.

Hey......if it's a good song, dicks will cover it in order to try and make a few quid.

Just ask Leonard Cohen..........

(The Jeff Buckley one's passable but when Cowell got his paws into it and started demanding that his "talent" started singing it it lost something for me.)

His skins all covered in slimy lumps,with lips that slide across each chin,his Twisted limbs like rubber stumps are waved in welcome,say please join in

I think that we may well have tapped into something here, folks.

Keep going, AD - the sun won't be up for hours.

Good man.

Jake McHale wrote:still, a man hear's what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie-la-lie...

Until
The philosophy
Which holds one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
Everywhere is war -
Me say war.

Bob Marley - "War"

Ah you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

Like a rolling stone by His Royal Bobness.

They’re selling postcards of the hanging
They’re painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They’ve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they’re restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dylan again from Desolation Row on the Highway 61 Revisited album. Don't really know wtf Bob was on about but 50 years later it still sounds cool as f**k.

I took my pistol from my hip and with a trembling hand
I took the life of pretty Flo and that good for nothin' man
That good for nothin' man!
I think about the thing I've done I know it wasn't right
They'll bury Flo tomorrow, but they're hanging me tonight,
They're hanging me tonight.

Marty Robbins - They're Hangin' Me Tonight

I want to be a field day for the Sundays so they can fuck up my life
embarrass my wife, and leave a bad taste
That striped toothpaste can't remove on Monday mornings
I want to be a target for the dailies so they can show
Pictures of me with a nude on page three, so lacking in taste
Touched up near the waist, looking as limp as Monday morning

"Field day for the Sundays" by Wire from the phenomenal "Pink Flag" album.