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| Author: | Johnny Anarchy [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:16 pm ] |
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| Author: | milchman [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 9:42 pm ] |
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Here's some of my favourite opening lines of songs from the 1960s: I can't stand still coz you got me going your slacks are low and your hips are showing (from I Can't Control Myself by The Troggs) I really hate you with a passion yeah baby...so call me! (from I Hate You by The Monks) Come on Come on to me I want to have you near to me I'm so so in love with you with you... and your sister too! (from Come On by Los Saicos) |
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| Author: | milchman [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:24 pm ] |
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And my favourite opening lines from a song from the 1950s: Well I've lead an evil life, so they say but I'll out run the Devil on judgement day (from Race With The Devil by Gene Vincent) |
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| Author: | milchman [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:34 pm ] |
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Anything by The Cramps for example.... Whoa...there's some things baby I just can't swallow. Mama told me that girls are hollow. Uh-uh...What's inside a girl? Somethin's tellin' me there's a whole nuther world. Ya gotta pointy bra...ten inch waist. Long black stockings all over the place. Boots...buckles...belts outside. Whatcha got in there yer tryin' a-hide? Hmmm? What's inside a girl? Ain't no hotter question in a so-called civilized world. Can't see it by satellite baby that's cheatin'. The President's callin' an emergency meetin'. The King of Siam sent a telegramsayin' "Wop bop a loop a lop a lop boom bam!" Wooee.. What's inside a girl? Somethin's tellin' me there's a whole nuther world. Whatcha got... whatcha got... Whatcha got in the pot? Whatcha got...whatcha got... Whatcha got in the pot? I n the bottom of your bottomless bodypit. You got somethin' and I gotta get it. Come onnn...What's inside a girl? Like da itty bitty baby takes apart his toys. I'm gonna find what's rilin' up the boys. Sugar and spice is just a bluff. You can tell me baby...what is that stuff?! Come on...What's inside a girl? That wavy gravy got my head in a whirl. (What's Inside A Girl? by The Cramps) |
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| Author: | milchman [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:37 pm ] |
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Siting here in Queens Eating refried beans We're in all the magazines Gulpin' down thorazines We ain't got no friends Our troubles never end No Christmas cards to send Daddy likes men Daddy's telling lies Baby's eating flies Mommy's on pills Baby's got the chills I'm friends with the President I'm friends with the Pope We're all making a fortune Selling Daddy's dope We're a happy family We're a happy family We're a happy family Me, mom, and daddy (We're A Happy Family by The Ramones) |
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| Author: | Trev [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:40 pm ] |
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| Author: | milchman [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:42 pm ] |
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England's finest living lyricist, Robert LLoyd of The Nightingales. Here's the entire lyric to his song Black Country, not a single wasted line, I think you'll agree. BLACK COUNTRY and lo! on the fifth of the sixth born to be stiffed by the ethics and quarrels that loathed to see him resting on his laurels he said "fuck your morals" was his own man for bad or worst an also-ran spawn of the cursed by sick fate and finding love a test would surely dictate that he would pick hate and time would prove a weapon his crime would be to breath the air he would stain the sheets of the black country and in good stead for later life he made the bed, his future wife was cookin' a soon come life for them, as she was lookin' at the ruckin' a class mates ears in either hand on to the tears he did expand with spittle the spite inside the phlegm was uncommital but pre-marital and the pome it had been tasted 't was the homophobic, racist flirt that she would wed in the black country within the snare of wilted flowers she rushed to share her youthful hours with learning that tolerance and reason are for burning he's not for turning and once upon ago, the sex would pretend not to know the hex of violence the days it would plot treason, drunk on silence (potent alliance) and a thorn he'd always carry still born is what she asked to be got divorced from hope in the black country her sell by date it came and went stood at the gate of heaven, bent on boredom born and bred qualifier for whoredom he got the chore done he'd borrow cash and grass his pals and scratch his rash and ever shall be a user the empathetic liars down the boozer 'll say they love a loser but overpriced is such a friendship thank christ, he drank himself to death he was a boil on the arse of the black country the despair that had been suffered offered no prayer for the belated death of that ugly child in the black country no, they'll mourn him not in the black country |
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| Author: | milchman [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:45 pm ] |
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I know I'm crowding this thread, but I'm getting my tuppence worth before the Morrissey fans start over whelming the site with self pitying drivel! |
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| Author: | Johnny Anarchy [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:51 pm ] |
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| Author: | Trev [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:51 pm ] |
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| Author: | Trev [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:54 pm ] |
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Sometimes I feel so happy, Sometimes I feel so sad. Sometimes I feel so happy, But mostly you just make me mad. Baby, you just make me mad. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Thought of you as my mountain top, Thought of you as my peak. Thought of you as everything, I've had but couldn't keep. I've had but couldn't keep. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. "Pale Blue Eyes" - The Velvet Underground That song can turn me to jelly. |
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| Author: | Trev [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:57 pm ] |
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Well, I don't know what Well, I don't know who I don't know where or when Well, I don't know him And I don't know they Well, I don't know thick or thin Landing in empty parking lots In deserted discount stores Negro Observers Are landing by the scores Talking down in their low-rider cars From a blue tone Venus and Mars Negro Observers Are counting heads in singles bars Walking up and down the empty boulevard Negro Observers With muscles that are very hard Walking up and down and a falling everywhere Negro Observers flying through the air And they don't know what goes on But the Negro Observers are big and strong "Negro Observer" - Butthole Surfers |
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| Author: | Johnny Anarchy [ Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:57 pm ] |
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Ode to a Black Man by Phil Lynott (done best by the Dirtbombs) If you see stevie wonder tell him I hear If you hear stevie wonder tell him I see I don't want no songs for plants I want songs for me I don't want no songs for plants I want liberty living in the city If you see the doctor tell him he's king, dr. martin luther If you see the doctor tell him he's still king, you too muhammed ali But this bad black boy won't be blown away by anything Yes this bad black boy won't be blown away by anything There are people in this town That try to put me down They say I don't give a damn But the people in this town That try to put me down Are the people in the town That could never understand a black man Don't take it no more Don't take it no more Don't take it no more There are people in the town That try to put me down They say I don't give a damn, damn But the people in the town that try to put me down Are the people in the town that could never understand a black man Don't take it no more If you see robert johnson, you too robert marley, robert mugabe Now tell him I hear If you see malcom tell him I'm next, vexed If you see jimi, jimi hendrix If you see my brothers tell them it's clear I've been living on the wrong side Now I hear Don't take it no more I don't take it no more Mr. joshua nkomo Don't take it no more Jomo kenyatta, oh no Don't take it no more Haile selassi, rastafarian Don't take it no more Professor longhair Don't take it no more |
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| Author: | Trev [ Fri Sep 17, 2010 12:00 am ] |
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Just a bad penny I always come back to you Should have known you couldn't trust me As far as you could throw me You couldn't throw me to far Just a bad penny Couldn't throw me to far I think I fucked your girlfriend once. Maybe twice, I don't remember Then I fucked all your friend's girlfriends Now they hate you Just a bad penny Just a bad penny Such a bad penny A bad bad penny "Bad Penny" - Big Black I was born in this town Live here my whole life Probably come to die in this town Live here my whole life Never anything to do in this town Live here my whole life Never anything to do in this town Live here my whole life Probably learn to die in this town Live here my whole life Nothing to do, sit around at home Sit around at home, stare at the walls Stare at each other and wait till we die Stare at each other and wait till we die Probably come to die in this town Live here my whole life There's Kerosene around, something to do There's Kerosene around, she's something to do There's Kerosene around, she's something to do There's Kerosene around, we'll find something to do Kerosene around, she's something to do Kerosene around, set me on fire Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire Kerosene around, something to do There's Kerosene around, find something to do There's Kerosene around, find something to do Kerosene around, find something to do Kerosene around, she's something to do Kerosene around, set me on fire Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire Kerosene around, she's something to do Kerosene around, now what do we do? Jumped Kerosene, now what do we do? Jumped Kerosene, now what do we do? Kerosene around, nothing to do Jumped Kerosene, now what do we do? Never anything to do in this town Never anything but jump Kerosene Never anything to do in this town Never anything Jump Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire, Kerosene Set me on fire "Kerosene" - Big Black |
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| Author: | Trev [ Fri Sep 17, 2010 12:22 am ] |
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I went away to see an old friend of mine His sister came over she was out of her mind She said Jesus had a twin who knew nothing about sin She was laughing like crazy at the trouble I'm in Her light eyes were dancing she is insane Her brother says she's just a bitch with a golden chain She keeps coming closer saying "I can feel it in my bones Schizophrenia is taking me home "Schizophrenia" - Sonic Youth |
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| Author: | milchman [ Fri Sep 17, 2010 12:26 am ] |
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A few gems from Mark E. Smith You thought it'd be great You thought it'd be great But a good mind does not a good fuck make (from In The Park) Don't cry for me, Mexico (from Your Heart Out) The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class, flip-flop Guess that's why they end up in bands (from English Scheme) 'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song. How they did it I don't know. DJs had worsened since the rising. Elaborating on nothing in praise of the track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephone voices. (from The North Will Rise Again) Here's an independent chart moneyspinner For all you people who've come a long way Me and the guys played this for charity for spastics We played it 10000 times And raised 5 shillings and 7 and a half pence for charity (from Putta Block) |
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| Author: | milchman [ Fri Sep 17, 2010 12:52 am ] |
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and maybe, lyrically, my favourite song ever... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iP_qWpw15hs |
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| Author: | milchman [ Fri Sep 17, 2010 12:54 am ] |
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OK Smiths fans, the forum's all yours! |
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