This gem popped in to my head today : Zodiac Mindwarp, from “Prime Mover” – “Well I love TV and I love T-Rex, I can see through your skirt I got X-Ray specs”.
In early 1985, we played at Gossips, in Soho – the next night we played Dingwalls supporting David Johansen, and then on to France. In the gents in Gossips, Mr Mindwarp was right beside me. He had just had it pierced, and was ALL OVER THE PLACE – I was reminded of the great Billy Connolly line in similar circumstances – “I handed him a card, and said ‘This man will help you’. He asked ‘Is he a specialist?’ and I said ‘No, he’s a clarinet player, he’ll teach you how to hold it’”.
Nonetheless, a cracking single, with a great opening couplet.
What’s your favourite opening couplet in a song?
Many come to mind, but this was the first – Warren Zevon – Werewolves Of London
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand, Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fooks, Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein
On one work trip to London in the early 90s, my hotel was not far from there, so of course I went to Lee Hoo Fooks. I walked in, just behind a couple who were holding hands. When the chap at the door asked them “table for three?” they were startled. I had a decent bowl of beef chow mein, on my own, and spent the rest of the evening in The French House, which still qualifies as “My London Local”.
So here I am once more
In The Playground of the broken hearts
Good choice! I particularly like the fact that these lines are sung almost a capella. A brave move for the opening track of your debut album.
I’m slightly shocked to find just how many of those lyrics are now going round and round my head. What a great song and album that is.
Excuse my ignorance – what song/album is it?
Scrip for a Jester’s Tear, by Marillion. Fan-bloody-tastic
Song and album.
My Fantasy Football team has been called Scarf For A Jesters Team for many seasons. Someone has asked me why precisely once and to date no one has told me that they’ve spotted the connection. Maybe there’s a lack of overlap between the two interests.
I was thinking of changing it (the name) this season but my son’s bought me a mug with the name printed on it, so once again, here we are once more…..
Hopefully this season they do well and there will be no broken hearts.
Fantastic debut album.
As Uncle Wheaty knows, I have an irrational hatred of Marillion. I can’t explain it or justify it – since I’m known as a prog-head on these boards, it’s even harder to explain. I saw them live and left after half an hour or so. I even hate their album covers…
A singlet rather than a couplet, though not in the ocker Aussie sense:
“He was trapped in a haircut he no longer believed in”
According to my calculations,
It oughta be around here somewhere.
Goddamn manchild, you fucked me so good that I almost said I love you.
I’ve got my favourites, but it’s got to be this, hasn’t it?
‘You get a shiver in the dark
It’s raining in the park
But meantime’
Not the greatest, I grant, but it’s very clever. It’s the opening to Sultans of Swing, an autobiographical song.
The park in question is Greenwich Park. Meantime. Greenwich Mean Time.
Nicely done, Mr K.
I love when I hear about things like that. Really nice. I heard a similar one about Dire Straits Romeo and Juliet just this morning and I really should have copped it before now. MK’s use of the phrase “There’s A Place For Us ” during the song of course refers back to ‘Somewhere ‘ from West Side Story, itself based on the story of R&J.
He’s a massively underrated lyricist. I like the beginning of Your Latest Trick:
All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
Prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Less so the ghastly 80s production, of course.
I agree, he is.
He can be very affecting, and he likes plays on words. In ‘Why Aye Man’ which he was asked to write for a series of ‘Auf Weidershen, Pet’ there’s a lovely one. Pertaining to a group of Geordie builders fond of after work drink, ‘we’ll keep our spirit levels high’.
Very good.
And from an old B side, a song called ‘Badges, Posters, Stickers and T-Shirts’. This is a pre Money For Nothing reported speech piece of work. Apparently a set of quotes heard from young male fans who would turn up backstage after gigs asking for merchandise. Very light stuff and quite funny. A favourite couplet is ‘I’m unemployed, he’s still at school. He gets annoyed cos I’m such a fool’
You can tell he was an English teacher.
Me and mate like AC/DC,
hot and sweaty, loud and greasy.
My mam says we’re a couple of perverts.
Got any badges, posters, stickers or t-shirts?
The very same!
’tis a great b side, that. A fabulous comic dialogue.
I think that whole parent album, Love Over Gold, is my favourite of his for lyrics.
My single favourite lyric of his though is possibly On Every Street, from the album of the same name.
That’s a great song, so often overlooked.
“Son I’m 30
I only went with your mother cause she’s dirty
And I ain’t got a decent bone in me
What you get is just what you see yeah”
First draft: Son I am 20, I only went with your mother cause she let me
Later life (with financial thoughts): Son I am 50, I only went with your mother cause she’s thrifty
On the 1995 Stripped album, Jagger changes the lyrics of Spider and the Fly in *just* such a fashion.
“She was shifty, nifty, she looked about fifty… “
When you wish upon a star
That turns into a plane
Or:
Write you a letter tomorrow
Tonight I can’t hold a pen
Both from The Replacements
I got the call on a rainy Monday: business was uneasy
So I flipped open a packet of cigarettes and
Considered the situation
I think we did something here about best opening lines recently. My answer then as now was Release by Roddy Frame…
“Silver shone the rooftops, heard the words” you will”. Realised that in your eyes, the force of love could kill”.
I also really rate HMHBs Light at the end of the Tunnel…
She stayed with me until She moved to Notting Hill, she said it was the place she needs to be,
Where the cocaine is fair trade and frequently displayed Is the Buena Vista Social Club CD.
Poetry!
Regarding the OP, I have taught my 4 and 6 year old the opening lines to Prime Mover and they delight in singing it on cue. Of course the proper version of the song includes the comical intro beginning “listen wolf-child…” I particularly like “defy the logic of alphabets”. I have to be careful to stop the track before it gets to “I’m Christ in shades, I’m a napalm God, your lipstick flickers round my lightning rod”, in case they happen to sing it in school and I have to deal with the authorities.
Great track.
Two from Bryan Ferry:
I’m a stranger in your town
That’s the place that I belong
(“Boys and Girls”)
I put a spell on you
Because you’re mine
(I know it’s a cover, but Mr F does the best version, if you ask me)
Nah..
Nina Simone most of the time. The Crazy World of Arthur Brown occasionally.
“The screen door slams,
Mary’s dress sways…”
“Jesus died for somebody’s sins,
But not mine ….”
I like the opening lines of “Halo” by Depeche Mode
“You wear guilt like shackles on your feet
Like a halo in reverse”
Unfortunately the next two lines are not so good.
Agree. The next lines are:
I can feel the discomfort in your seat
And in your head it’s worse
My interpretation of that first line is – “you are so messed up, you can’t even sit properly”.
A very strange lyric.
I think this might have been my choice the last time we were asked.
From Was (Not Was) – Somewhere In America There’s A Street Named After My Dad
At night only crickets, no prowlers, no sirens
No pinky-ring hustlers, no angel-dust Byrons
No bars on the windows, no sabre-toothed neighbours
Just good simple folks in a rainbow of flavours.
Did a vehicle come from somewhere out there
Just to land in the Andes?
Matty told Hattie about a thing she saw
Had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
or..
Drive west on Sunset to the sea
Turn that jungle music down
Just until we’re out of town.
I decree today that life is simply taking and not giving
England is mine – it owes me a living
This opens side two of The Smiths eponymous first album – I had actually thought it was track one side one and therefore a more significant declaration.
Takes me straight back to a bedsit in North London, played nothing but that album for months when it came out
Still Ill is a magnificent thing in every regard.
Morrissey: one blast of brilliance after another. Amazing.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wunderkind
You took me behind a disused railway line
And said, “I know a place where we can go
Where we are not known”
All the streets are crammed with things
Eager to be held
I know what hands are for
And I’d like to help myself
In a river the color of lead
Immerse the baby’s head
Wrap her up in the News Of The World
Dump her on a doorstep, girl
Belligerent ghouls
Run Manchester schools
Spineless swines
Cemented minds
The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed and his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
The death of a disco dancer
Well, it happens a lot ’round here
And if you think peace
Is a common goal
That goes to show
How little you know
How about
“When you cycled by, here began all my dreams
The saddest thing, I’ve ever seen
And you never knew, how much I really liked you
Cos I never even told you
Oh but I meant to…”
Still affecting after all these years. And on a b-side too.
More strong opening lines from the Moz
Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet?
I’d like to drop my trousers to the world
I am a man of means, of slender means
Each household appliance
Is like a new science in my town…
What she said:
“How come someone hasn’t noticed that I’m dead
and decided to bury me? God knows, I’m ready!”
One from this month from Hand Habits
The greatest songwriter in the universe
Is accurately describing the gift of the human curse
Or Edwyn, getting a bonus point as it kicks off the LP
The sun was a bright bikini yellow
The sky was a wedgewood blue
The mood was unspeakably mellow
‘Til you came and spoiled the view
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
How many boys, one night stands
How many lips, how many hands
are holding you like I hold you tonight?
Good choice. Other possibilities:
Says Red Molly to James “That’s a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like”
I hand you my ball and chain
You just hand me that same old refrain
Radiate simply, the candle is burning, so low for me
Generate me limply, can’t seem to place your name, cherie.
We left the Earth in 1983, fingers groping for the galaxies.
Reddened eyes stared up into the void; a thousand stars to be exploited.
Actually, this might be the one this morning:
Come sail your ships around me – and burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby, every time you come around
Joe Jackson very efficiently sets the scene and gives us all the back story we need in the opening lines of the wonderful Love At First Light
“It’s the crack of noon and I sit here watching you sleeping
I only wish that I could remember your name”
Billy Bragg – Sexuality
I’ve had relations with girls from many nations
I’ve made passes at women of all classes
Yes – or maybe:
With the money from her accident she bought herself a mobile home
So at least she could get some enjoyment out of being alone…
He’s got a few belters. How about:
Between Marx and Marzipan in the dictionary, there was Mary
Between the deep blue sea and the devil was me
I agree that Billy Bragg is an excellent lyricist (St.Swithin’s Day I really like), but when I first heard him sing ‘ I’ve had relations with girls from many nations’, my first thought was ‘Chinny reckon, big nose! Unless it was at an international school for the blind!’ I know that’s horrible, but the thought just popped in there, uninvited.
Also Bragg although I’m not sure if great is quite right. It’s certainly sad.
The Man in the Iron Mask
“When he drops you off I will not say
Who was that who so quickly drive away”
It would be nice if the authors of these deathless lines were credited. I haven’t a clue about most of them.
It’s a good point – I’ve been caught out further upthread, having to ask where a lyric had come from.
So: from the top of the thread and in descending order, the quotes I have posted are by –
Sensational Alex Harvey Band
VdGG
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Yer welcome!
Thanks very much! That SAHB lyric was eluding me!
A I says Dylan’s song about cheese..
Tonight you’re mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow
That might be the winner DF. Annoyed I didn’t think of it myself to be honest…
One way system – smooth and commendable
Go by bus – they’re highly dependable
Unemployment’s rising in the Chigley end of town
And it’s spreading like pneumonia, doesn’t look like going down
There was one in the gang who had Scalextric
And because of that he thought he was better than you
My favourite lines in Chatteris is:
“Car crime’s low, the gun crime’s lower
The town hall band CD, it’s a grower
You never hear of folk getting knocked on the bonce
Although there was a drive-by shouting once”
I admit to using the drive by shouting line more than once. I do give credit to HMHB though.
Funnily enough, I too use the drive by shouting line. And I also give credit to HMHB.
I was on the tube today and the appearance of the young woman opposite prompted me to say to my son, once we were out of her earshot, “Bad Arm, Shit Tattoo”. As usual, he looked at me with a mixture of incomprehension and mild contempt.
Chatteris was my route into HMHB (when it was on a Word CD) so I have a real soft spot for this track.
For opening couplets Mr Blackwell has written some belters. To name but a few;
Ground Control to Monty Don
The testimonial silver’s gone
(Every Time A Bell Rings)
Spare me from the drunken heathen
Gormless bores in Superdry
(Midnight Mass Murder)
He came out of the lunch club for the morally impaired
Got into an SUV to drive the mile home
(Big Man Up Front)
I shout all my obscenities from steeples but please don’t label me a madman
I’m off to see the Bootleg Beatles as the bootleg Mark Chapman
(When The Evening Sun Goes Down)
And of course Petty Sessions…
I stick me big nose in
When I go out
Sealed-off car park
What’s it all about?
I like an altercation with a member of staff
“That was a ten pound note!”
Hey Charlie, I’m pregnant, living on 9th Street
Right above a dirty bookstore, off Euclid Avenue.
Mr T. Waits
“I am angry, I am ill and I’m as ugly as sin
My irritability keeps me alive and kicking”
Jaw droppingly good.
Howard Devoto. Superb choice.
Fannies’ The Concept:
She wears denim wherever she goes
Says she’s gonna get some records by the Status Quo
Oh yeah…
Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
The middle line is probably my all time favorite line from any song.
Agreed – almost ridiculously brilliant.
Laughing Len is the gift that keeps on giving:
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
Ah we’re drinking and we’re dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
Don’t cry over spilt milk, you’ll only end up with salty spilt milk
Jim Bob – Prince Of Wales (from current elpee Thanks For Reaching Out)
I am very taken with this new album, it’s great & up there with his best stuff.
I never thought it would happen
With me and a girl from Clapham.
London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
She said that she was working for the ABC News
That’s as much of the alphabet that she knows how to use,
D.P.A.MacManus
A great lyric, it why does he pronounce it ‘alphrabet’? Is it just my cloth ears?
It is indeed a great lyric. But it’s not the opening couplet of “Brilliant Mistake”.
It’s the first 2 lines of the second verse.
I’ve seen a few of these types of threads over the years, and my go to is always:
“I love a good bum on a woman, it makes my day
To me it is palpable proof of God’s existence, a posteriori”
On Again, On Again by Jake Thackray. Not many songs can fit a Latin pun into the lyrics.
Paddy McAloon of Prefab Sprout has a way with words:
Brucie dreams, life’s a highway
Too many roads bypass my way
Or they never begin
(Cars and Girls)
John Cooper Clarke too – Beasley Street.
“Far from crazy pavements
The taste of silver spoons
A clinical arrangement
On a dirty afternoon
Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud
Are rendered obsolete
The legal term is “null and void”
In the case of Beasley Street”
Easy.
“ I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I howled at the morning drivin’ rain”
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so brave and so sweet
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street
I plant the kind of kiss
That wouldn’t wake a baby
Upon the self-same face
That wouldn’t let me sleep
From the same album, different track…
How dare the Premier ignore my invitations? He’ll have to go
So, too, the bunch he luncheons with
It’s second on my list of things to do
I’m not surprised by the diversity of answers here. It’s the kind of thing that divides opinion, and one lyric which touches the soul of one person can do nothing for another.
I’m also not surprised just how cold and empty some of these lyrics look when detached from the songs themselves. Rock lyrics are made to be sung and rarely look lyrical in isolation.
What has surprised me a bit is just how many of these I don’t recognise. I tend to remember tunes not lyrics. I think the only song in the world I know all the way through (for reasons unknown) is Paul Simon’s Me and Julio Down By The Schoolyard. And even that I often mix up the Mama and Papa roles in the story. I’m really not one for lyrics.
Having said that, after a long think the one opening couplet that I think stands out for me is Like A Rolling Stone:
“Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?”
Trite and meaningless on the page, but they come to glorious life when delivered by the young Dylan in his regal phase.
Failing that, “Awop-bop-a-loo-mop alop-bam-boom” is pretty unbeatable.
Then again, there’s also :
I’m going up the ‘pool from down the Smoke below
To taste me Mum’s jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo
Or if you like your first verse to be widescreen:
It was a slow day
And the sun was beating on the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
Ah that’s a good one! That song is chock full of fantastic rhymes and one liners. I particularly like “every generation throws a hero up the pop charts” and
“Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby” – I get shivers just writing (well, copying and pasting) that down.
oh, that whole bit from “It’s a turnaround jump shot” to “Billionaires and babies” is the most joyous tumble of syllables ever assembled and I will happily sing it unprompted to anyone, for any reason, anywhere.
Followed by a couplet that makes me go all bleary eyed and wistful
‘The Mississippi delta was shining like a national guitar/I am following the river down the highway through the cradle of the civil war’
“My travelling companion is 9 years old/He is the child of my first marriage” has always struck me as the most adult song lyric ever.
Losing love is like a window in your heart/everybody sees you’re blown apart/everybody feels the wind blow.
🔥
I always heard the line before that as
“As if I didn’t know my own bed
As if I’d never noticed
The way she brushed her hair and farted”
sadly it is “The way she brushed her hair from her forehead”
I thought it was “from far ahead”. Carrie Fisher mentions this in her book.
Which is excuse enough to post this, from the song Paul Simon wrote for her….
She says oh my storybook lover
You have underestimated my power
As you shortly will discover
Then I fall to my knees
Shake a rattle at the skies
And I’m afraid that I’ll be taken
Abandoned, forsaken
In her cold coffee eyes
One and one half wandering Jews
Free to wander wherever they choose
Are travelling together in the Sangre de Christo
The Blood of Christ mountains in New Mexico
Combining wide-screen and Dylan.
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Dust on my face and my cape
Me and Magdalena on the run
I think this time we shall escape…
Romance in Durango.
Wide-screen and Dylan? How about…
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, “my God, they killed them all”
Then the credits start…
Here comes the story of Hurricane
Or this.
Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts.
This ^^ (Hurricane)
He set out to write a cinematic lyric and totally killed it. Its amazing – you see the scene unfolding in front of your eyes
It seems like weeks since you looked at me baby without that look of distaste.
I don’t know why your feelings are changing but I’ve seen it in your face.
I sometimes feel when we’re together
Everything has turned out wrong
And I know you feel exactly the same way
But still we carry on
I think my favourite in this song remain
But all those times when our lips were kissing. Our tongues were telling lies.
But all those signs I’ve been missing were right there in your eyes
That was the soundtrack to my drive to work every day for three months. It didn’t end well.
It’s Patti Smith, because it utterly encapsulates in six seconds everything the song goes on to unfurl over six glorious minutes.
But I also have a massive soft spot for:
“It was all a dream/I used to read Word Up magazine”
“Dearly beloved/we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life”
and
“Taxi driver/be my shrink for the hour”.
Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender, the beauties were brief
Shall I mourn your decline with some Thunderbird wine and a black handkerchief?
Sublime.
I love that ID considered himself a ‘wordsmith’ rather than a lyricist.
Reading through these, I’m shocked just how many I’ve misheard over the years. I’m word perfect on most of the first lines, but get more than a bit vague halfway through most of the seconds, even the most famous ones.
From @Arthur Cowslip’s example above:
“Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?”
The opening line is burnt into my memory, having listened to the Highway 61 album for the best part of 40 years. The second line meanwhile is completely unfamiliar, rings no bells whatsoever. And what’s more, I don’t think it’s ever once occurred to me to wonder what the second line of that song actually is.
My personal favourite misheard lyric of my own is a Queen one. The actual lyric (in The Prophet Song) is “God give me the grace to purge this place”, but I much prefer my own misheard version: “God give me the grace to punch his face”. Much better, non? More dynamic and earthy and less arch and wordy.
Oh, she sits among the cabbages and peas
With a pretty little peapod ‘tween her knees.
Marie Lloyd written by Saul T Peter.
“When they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party”
“In France a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same”
What’s that second one? I know I know it, so I’ll kick myself when I find out.
Edit! Got it. Kick. Ow.
I saw the lamp light from your window
I didn’t think you were home, sitting there all alone
Sad Cafe
My father worked in the cloud factory
He came home wreathed in dreams each day
Bill Caddick
Old Beale Street is coming down
Sweeties’ Snack Bar boarded up now
And Egles the Tailor and the Shine Boy’s gone
Faded out with ragtime blues…
I was pondering which was my favourite opening couplet from Hejira.
Probably
“I went to Staten Island, Sharon, to buy myself a mandolin
And I saw the long white dress of love on a storefront mannikin”
As it should, it sets up the whole song.
I mean you really could just pick any couplet from the sublime Song For Sharon, each one could be a movie.
In fact thinking about it it’s hard to think of a Hejira track that isn’t loaded with absolute zingers
My pappy said, “Son, you’re gonna’ drive me to drinkin’
If you don’t stop drivin’ that Hot Rod Lincoln.”
Playing Leeds in November I shall be there.
Tip-toes in silence ’round my bed, and quiets the raindrops overhead
With her everlasting smile, she stills my fever for a while
Oh, nursie dear, I’m glad you’re here to brush away my pain
It was a hot afternoon, last day of June and the sun was a demon
The clouds were afraid: one-ten in the shade and the pavement was steaming
Hurry, Tuesday child – Its time to be a-goin’
Your good news day, child, has come at last
Hold your chance in your dusty hand: a one-way ticket to a promised land
In a similar vein –
Marigolds and tangerines and lots of rusty window screens
Funny Paper, fountain pen and patchwork things to cover in
Puppy dogs and potpourri – oh won’t you come and live with me
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane
I’m getting very few of these
Can’t you mention the song and artist, please?
Apologies – I forgot. In my three posts above we have
Jethro Tull
Bobby Goldsboro
Bobbie Gentry x2
So that’s why I didn’t get any…
Did you like them, though – when they were still anonymous?
My father could use a little mercy now
The fruits of his labor fall and rot slowly on the ground
“On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain…”
(Al Stewart, of course)
Superb.
Brilliant.
At last the crimson chord cascades
To shower dry cordials within
Too late to leap the chocolate gate
Pale fountains fizzing forth pink gin.
Bryan Ferry – Bitters End
On the firefly platform of sunny Goodge Street
A violent hash smoker shook a chocolate machine
Involved in an eating scene
DONOVAN
You could hear the hoof beats pound
As they raced across the ground
And the clatter of the wheels
As they spun round and round.
Sheer bloody poetry
I rather like this, from my tall chum’s song Wonderful Lie, written for Eddi Reader. Almost cinematic.
I remember all of this in slow motion
Every tawdry detail
Dust caught in the sun in your kitchen
“From the top of the bus, she thought she saw him wave”
Aye, that one as well.
He is not short of a brilliant lyric. Nor tune, truth be told.
My poor heart aches / It pays the price for my mistakes.
It’s my favourite Any Trouble song, and Clive Gregson didn’t even write it.
Also, pretty much everything Taylor Goldsmith writes sets some sort of scene, but my favourite is probably;
With his back against the San Francisco traffic
On the bridge’s side that faces towards the jail…
Todays listening has served up this from Hamish Hawk – Rest & Veneers
Crisis after crisis, we’re undressing in tears
Therapists and dentists suggest rest and veneers
Hamish Hawk has form with great openers:
To write a cathedral, I’ll need a ball-point pen
It’ll sound like ‘Common People’ sung by Christopher Wren
(The Mauritian Badminton Doubles Champion, 1973)
It’s just one of those days when you don’t wanna wake up/Everything is fucked, everybody sucks
(Joni Mitchell, for those wondering).
I’m drinkin’ water tonight cos I drank all the whiskey this mornin’
Drank the whiskey this mornin’ cos my baby she ain’t comin home.
Sarah Shook – Dwight Yoakam
Noel’s Mad dogs…..
The Law is the true embodiment
Of everything that’s excellent
It has no kind of fault or flaw
And I, my Lords, embody the Law
Lord Chancellor’s song : Iolanthe
WS Gilbert
I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain’t forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said, “You are a lady”
“Perhaps,” she said, “I may be”
Squeeze : Up The Junction
“Oh hello. Give me Missing Persons”.
They said “What is it that you need?”
I said “Oh I need her so”.
They said “You’ve got to stop your pleading”.
Howards does it again.
It’s always raining over the border
There’s been a plane crash out there
In the wheatfields they’re picking up the pieces
We could go and look and stare
Did you ever see a woman coming out of New York City…
With a frog in her hand?
Was (Not Was) – Shake Your Head (Let’s Go To Bed)
You can’t stare into the sun, you can’t pretend to have fun
(Shake your head)
You can’t read a robot’s mind, can’t expect vultures to be kind
(Shake your head)
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If the world was gonna end in an hour and a half
Would you wanna get dirty would you wanna take a bath.
Everything’s Fine – The Surfing Brides
What, no Ian Dury?
I come awake
With a gift for womankind
You’re still asleep
But the gift don’t seem to mind – Wake Up and Make Love to Me
Just ‘cos I ain’t never had no nothing worth having never ever never, ever
You ain’t got no call not to think I wouldn’t I’m fall into thinking that I ain’t too, clever – Clever Trevor
Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender, the beauties were brief
Shall I mourn your decline with some Thunderbird wine and a black handkerchief? – Sweet Gene Vincent
I could be the driver of an articulated lorry
I could be a poet I wouldn’t need to worry
I could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholars
I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs – What a Waste
I D has been mentioned above.
So it goes.
But where it’s goin’ no one knows
Nick Lowe – Lately I’ve Let Things Slide
With a growing sense of dread
And a hammer in my head
Fully clothed upon the bed
I wake up to the world that lately, I’ve been living in
There’s a cut upon my brow
Must have banged myself somehow
But I can’t remember now
And the front door’s open wide
Lately, I’ve let things slide
At what point did we give up on The Bad Man’s “opening couplets” request and start quoting whole verses/choruses/songs?
Deluxe editions.
12″ remixes