Are there any songs with some lines that really catch your ear and are very memorable?

One of mine is from American Woman by The Guess Who...

I don't need your war machines,
I don't need your ghetto scenes,
Coloured lights can hypnotize,
Sparkle someone else eyes...

It really captures the essence of someone from a neighboring country that is both drawn to and repelled by it's towering neighbor.

Others?
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I don't know that they're great lyrics, but I always liked some of the lines in Stairway to Heaven -- you know sometimes words have two meanings, etc.

Clapton's Tears in Heaven may be a bit shmaltzy to some, but its lyrics have always resonated with me.
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Originally posted by Seaquam:
I don't know that they're great lyrics, but I always liked some of the lines in Stairway to Heaven -- you know sometimes words have two meanings, etc.


If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now. It's just a spring clean for the May Queen.
Ah, I just slapped myself in the head: almost everything Bob Dylan wrote in the first half of his career. How could I forget that? Doesn't even need the music.

I guess the same could be said of Leonard Cohen; in fact in his case the music might almost detract from the lyrics.
"Smile while your heart is breaking."

"Katy lied, you could see it in her eyes."

"Ain't it funny how time slips away."

About half of what Bob Dylan wrote before died and was replaced by a nzumbe.

I could go on for thousands of lines, as long as can stay awake, or sleep.
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From an obscure band, Kitchens of Distinction, I have found both the music and the lyrics to "Elephantine" intriguing...

Sharpen your stunted tusks in this city night.
Yesterday a wide-eyed stabbing
Tonight a crowbar fight a desperate fight.

Sleeping alone and drugged
frightened fat and wet
I swear I'm chasing sanity
Lost easy laughter and forgetting.

I'm going south
To feed the animals
I'm going south
Become elephantine.

Elephant in drought-struck shock
is trumpeting her grief.
Stays with her dying baby trunk
stroking dry and persued
She dies too.

How can I justify wailing at these walls?
Every great nation ends up deserving war.
The lyrics and music of Sting's "Children's Crusade" have always captivated me as well...

Young men, soldiers, Nineteen Fourteen
Marching through countries they'd never seen
Virgins with rifles, a game of charades
All for a Children's Crusade

Pawns in the game are not victims of chance
Strewn on the fields of Belgium and France
Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed

The children of England would never be slaves
They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The flower of England face down in the mud
And stained in the blood of a whole generation

Corpulent generals safe behind lines
History's lessons drowned in red wine
Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed
All for a Children's Crusade

The children of England would never be slaves
They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The flower of England face down in the mud
And stained in the blood of a whole generation

Midnight in Soho, Nineteen Eighty-four
Fixing in doorways, opium slaves
Poppies for young men, such bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed
All for a Children's Crusade
Lastly (for tonight!), while the lyrics of Graham Parker's "Haunted Episodes" may seem a little sappy, they are perfect for the simple and lovely music that accompanies them...

I wonder what you are thinkin'
Under the rooftops there
Pullin tangles from your hair
I wonder if the water you're drinkin'
Comes from a purer stream
The one where sunlight gleams
Things round here dont get any clearer
Stuff that once seemed in reach
is not any nearer

I wonder if that house is still standin'
or did they knock it flat
Well thats progress that's that
I wonder who was more demanding
We were just young I guess
neither would settle for less
Still it's not a whole life story is it?
Its just a page I turned and
there you were in it

I wonder how you are farin'
not sliding down a slope
Takin the knocks I hope
I wonder where your eyes are starin'
Not into some emptiness
into someone's I guess
But that still won't make things any clearer
People seem to drift apart
instead of getting nearer

I wonder what you are doin'
under the evening sky
Watchin' your life go by
I wonder if that place is in ruins
and all the doors are closed
Thats just the way it goes
I wonder what there is worth keepin'
from haunted episodes
That briefly woke us from sleepin'
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Originally posted by winetarelli:
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Originally posted by GreenDrazi:
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?

Big Grin

Lyrically, "Chimes of Freedom" is my favorite song. By far. There is a reason he has the reputation he does.

You sound like my Con Law II professor. Cool
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Originally posted by Seaquam:
Ah, I just slapped myself in the head: almost everything Bob Dylan wrote in the first half of his career. How could I forget that? Doesn't even need the music.

I guess the same could be said of Leonard Cohen; in fact in his case the music might almost detract from the lyrics.


I almost fell out of my chair when I saw you did not list Dylan and Cohen. Eek

+1, and Joni Mitchell.
Stoneface dog, swirling fog, gates open on the dark dark night
Standing stone, skull and bone, dead witness to an unseen fight
Beat the drum, beat the drum, beat forever on the endless march
Stricken dumb, Cut and run, someone is screaming and the sky is dark

Sword and shield, bone and steel, rictus grin
Deaf forever to the battles din

March or croak, flame and smoke, burn forever in eternal pain
Charge and fall, bugle call, bone splinter in the driving rain
Horses scream, Viking dream, drowned heroes in a lake of blood
Armoured fist, severed wrist, broken spears in a sea of mud

Deaf forever, Stone Deaf Forever

Mother earth, mother earth enfold you in her cold embrace
Sinking down, killing ground, worm crawling on your cold white face
Win or lose, nought to choose, all men are equal when their memory fades
No one knows, friends or foes, if Valhalla lies beyond the grave
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.

I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in your pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate

I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.

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