What's your favorite lyric from a song?

Just curious what stays with people...
"She was filing her nails while they're dragging the lake..." - Elvis Costello, 'Watching the Detectives'.... 
@roxy54 ,

You can’t really expect Beefheart to make much by way of literal sense.

I once gave the infamous Trout Mask Replica a spin - what an ordeal that turned out to be!

Sad to say, I never really had much luck with his good friend Zappa either. The only lyric of worth I can recall was from Joe’s Cafe.

Acquired tastes I guess.


Wow, I know it’s Jeff Beck, and you’d expect some fireworks, but still wow!

A great record with tremendous sonics.

How did that pass under the radar?


The Revolution Will Be Televised

"The revolution, it will be televised,

You can choose to watch or not,

But if you all just talk from the safety of your sofas,

There won’t be much revolution to watch"

Live version

In case of Sonic Attack on your district
Follow these rules
If you are making love, it is imperative to bring all bodies to orgasm simultaneously
Do not waste time blocking your ears
Do not waste time seeking a soundproof shelter
Try to get as far away from the sonic source as possible
Do not panic
(Do not panic)
Use your wheels, it is what they are for
Small babies may be placed inside the special cocoons and should be left, if possible, in shelters
Do not attempt to use your own limbs
If no wheels are available metal, not organic, limbs should be employed whenever possible
Remember, in the case of Sonic Attack, survival means every man for himself
Statistically more people survive if they think only of themselves
(Only themselves)
Do not attempt to rescue friends, relatives, loved ones
You have only a few seconds to escape use those seconds sensibly or you will inevitably die
Do not panic
(Do not panic)
Think only of yourself
(Only yourself)
Think only of yourself
(Only yourself)

These are the first signs of Sonic Attack:
You will notice small objects, such as ornaments, oscillating
You will notice vibrations in your diaphragm
You will hear a distant hissing in your ears
You will feel dizzy
You will feel the need to vomit
There will be bleeding from orifices
There will be an ache in the pelvic region
You may be subject to fits of hysterical shouting
Or even laughter
These are all sign of imminent Sonic destruction
Your only protection is flight
If you are less than ten years old remain in the shelters and use your cocoon
Remember: you can help no-one else
(No-one else)
You can help no-one else
(No-one else)
Do not panic
(Do not panic)
Do not panic
(Do not panic)
Think only of yourself
(Only yourself)
Think only of yourself
(Only of yourself)
Think only of yourself
(Only yourself)
Think only of yourself

Hawkwind - Sonic Attack

Master, master
This is recorded through a fly's ear
And you have to have a fly's eye to see it
It's the thing that's gonna make Captain Beefheart
And His Magic Band fat
Frank, it's the big hit
It's the blimp, It's the blimp, Frank!
It's the blimp!
When I see you floatin' down the gutter
I'll give you a bottle of wine
Put me on the white hook
Back in the fat rack, Shadrach e-shack
The sumptin' hoop, the sumptin' hoop
The blimp, the blimp!
The drazy hoops, the drazy hoops!
They're camp, they're camp
Tits, tits, the blimp, the blimp
The mothership, the mothership
The brothers hid under the hood
From the blimp, the blimp
Children, stop your nursing unless you're rendering fun
The mothership, the mothership
The mothership's the one
The blimp, the blimp
The tape's a trip, it's a trailin' tail
It's traipse'n along behind
The blimp, the blimp
The nose has a crimp
The nose is the blimp, the blimp
It blows the air, the snoot isn't fair
Look up in the sky -- there's a dirigible there
The drazy hoops whir
You can see them just as they were
All the people stare
And the girls' knees tremble
And run and wave their hands
And run their hands over
The blimp the blimp
"Daughter, don't you dare!"
"Oh momma, who cares?
It's the blimp, it's the blimp!"

Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band - The Blimp
Too many people post lyrics without posting the name of the song or the artist!
Who are you to look down
At what I believe?
I'm on to your thinking
And how you deceive
Well, you can't abuse me
I won't stand no more
Yes, I know the reasons
Yes, I know the score. 

How I tried to please you
Live the way you said
Do the things that you do
Like the living dead
Then the truth it hit me
Got me off my knees
It's my life I'm living
I'll live as I please

Now's the time to stand tall
Start your life anew
Freedom lies in your heart
Now's the time for you  

@cd318  - I love "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" by Gil Scott Heron. Have you heard "The Revolution Will Be Televised" from Jeff Beck's 2016 album "Loud Hailer"?
My favorite lyrics are:
Cause the second you wake
Too much pressure to take
Every part of you wants to cry out

It's hard for girls like us
We don't know who we trust
Not even the ones we love
Cause they don't know
Try to numb this pain
Cause we don't wanna get hurt again
Left alone out in the rain
They don't know 
dieren ringtones
America! Where are you now?
Don’t you care about your sons and daughters?
Don’t you know? We need you now!
We can’t fight alone against the Monster...

Steppenwolf - Monster
This lyric has been popping into my head rather a lot recently. Wonder why?

If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next - Manic Street Preachers

Bullets for your brain today
But we’ll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Way too many lyrics.

 What comes to mind is humble pie. 
 “Newcastle brown, it’ll sure smack ya down”
Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat
It takes all you got just to stay on the beat

~ Fire on the Mountain 
Back in my heady student days I remember asking my friend Calvin what he had playing in his headphones. This was something I'd never heard before and quite difficult to take in as 21 year old. But I never forgot it.


"The Revolution Will Not Be Televised"

You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
Skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
Blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
Hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary

The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Wood and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs
The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner
Because the revolution will not be televised, Brother

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
Pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run
Or trying to slide that color TV into a stolen ambulance
NBC will not be able to predict the winner at 8:32
On reports from 29 districts
The revolution will not be televised

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
Brothers on the instant replay
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
Brothers on the instant replay
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
Run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkins strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he has been saving
For just the proper occasion

Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
Women will not care if Dick finally got down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
Will be in the street looking for a brighter day
The revolution will not be televised

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
News and no pictures of hairy armed women
Liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Engelbert Humperdinck, or The Rare Earth
The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be right back
After a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
Bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl
The revolution will not go better with Coke
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised
Will not be televised, will not be televised
The revolution will be no re-run brothers
The revolution will be live

Gil Scott-Heron
Hollies - Gasoline Alley Bred

I’m gonna heat me some water
Put a shine upon my shoes
Telephone my ma, keep the room above Joe’s
’Cause we’re comin’ back, comin’ back to the homestead

Everythin’ is packed, gettin’ back to the homestead
This time, this time we’ll stay, baby
I know that we could have made it
We had ideas in our heads
And I wish somehow we could have saved it
But we’re gasoline Alley Bred

Yet the years haven’t really been wasted
And I know it in my head
We did good for the life that we tasted
’Cause we’re gasoline Alley


Of all the Hollies songs this is the one I like to keep on repeat in the car.

Not to be political, but it is from Bob Dylan’s album Infidels - the song “Sweetheart like You”

”Steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and they make you King”
Momma loves her baby, and daddy loves you too. And the sea may look warm to you babe, and the sky may look blue. But if you should go walking on the thin ice of modern life, dragging behind you the silent reproach and a million tear stained eyes, don't be surprised when a crack in the ice appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind with your fear flowing out behind you as you claw the thin ice. 
‘Only love, can make it rain,
the way the beach is kissed by the sea.”  Love Reign Over Me, The Who

’She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes,
And I knew without asking she was into the blues.’ and
’Well, I ain’t always right but I’ve never been wrong.’  Scarlet Begonias, Grateful Dead.
Do You Believe in the Westworld?
Theatre of Hate

The yellow sun was setting in tombstone
The citizen ......

By a freak a coin in the piano made it play
But only the wind and the dust heard it say
Do you believe in the Westworld?
Do you believe in the Westworld?

From the south on a wind in walked a cowboy
The saloon was dry but his guns were well oiled
Somehow he remembered when he kissed his wife
And when he said goodbye
But that was before the circus with the bear arrived
Oh the bear it roared as the gun was fired
Then the cowboy turned the gun on himself as he sang
"No-ones alive"
Do you believe in the Westworld?
Do you believe in the Westworld?

I wonder whether Kirk Brandon's newly arriving circus would feature a giant panda if written or sung today?

A little green rosetta
A tiny green rosetta
You'll make a muffin really betta

F. Zappa
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do

But if I did, I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Oh, not to touch a hair on your head
Leave you as you are

If he felt he had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms


Into My Arms
Nick Cave

A truly beautiful song.
Every day is the same thing out the door
Feel further away than ever before
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
Well, I’m lost somewhere
I must have made a few bad turns

Time Out Of Mind
Bob Dylan
Poor Otis dead and gone
Left me here to sing his song
Pretty little girl with the red dress on
Poor Otis dead and gone

The Doors/Soft Parade
That is a perfect example of why words without music often seem less significant. When I read these words, I thought "So what", they didn't have much special meaning to me. When I realized they were from Mercy Street, I almost had to laugh, because I love that song; but the words without the music and expressive singing seem very ordinary.
Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real

All of the buildings, all of those cars
Were once just a dream
In somebody's head

Mercy Street by Peter Gabriel
While lookin' into my drawer only yesterday
You know, the things that I saw made me cry
I saw the pictures and letters, I should have known better
Than to try to deny

I love them all, I love them all
And if they came again
I'd do the same again
'Cause I'm that kind of a guy

Cat Stevens
"Told you once before
And I won't tell you no more
Get down, get down, get down
You're a bad dog, baby
But I still want you around"

Get Down - Gilbert O'Sullivan
Things I miss the most- Steely Dan

The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
"For long you live and high you fly
smiles you give and tears you cry
All you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be."


Stephen Sondheim wrote many great lyrics but perhaps this one (from Send in the Clowns) nails down relationship problems better than anyone?

’Don’t you love a farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns
Don’t bother, they’re here’


For years the following lines used to bug me so much so that I had to read the novel.

'With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,'

It was a lovely read even though I can't remember much about the plot.

Steinbeck had such a beautiful style but nevertheless my particular memory of it is definitely not 'sheet-metal'.
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?

-Bob Dylan - Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
"You gotta tie yourself to the mast my friend and the storm will end."

"One Day," The Verve, Urban Hymns.
Gentle on My Mind by John Hartford

It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind your couch
'Every day I work so hard
Bringin' home my hard earned pay
Try to love you baby, but you push me away

Don't know where you're goin'
Only know just where you've been
Sweet little baby, I want you again'

Led Zeppelin - Dazed and Confused 
(or the marriage song 😆)
"I'm gonna grow fins and go back in the water again.  If you don't leave me alone"

"I'm gonna take up with a mermaid and leave you land-lubbin women alone".

Captain Beefheart- "Grow Fins"
My 2 favs:
1. Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here:

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
***Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?***

2. The Clash: Death or Glory

And every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock ’n’ roll
Grabs the mike to tell us he’ll die before he’s sold
***But I believe in this and it’s been tested by research
He who fucks nuns will later join the church***

The satirical lyrics of Peter Gabriel....

"There's no-one left alive - must be draw."
So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score.

The Battle of Epping Forest. [Taken from a news story concerning two rival gangs fighting over East-End Protection rights.]

To sing a song for you
I recall you used to say
oh baby this one’s for we two
Which in the end is you anyway

"When I was young it was more important
Pain more painful but I laughed much louder then
...When I was young"

Eric Burdon & The Animals - When I was young