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Alas, not actually Gryff Rhys Jones...

"Little Jack Horner sitting on the corner
With no shoes and clothes
This aint funny, but he took his money
And sniffed it up his nose"

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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Curmudgeonly Rock 'n' Roll time traveller from ye olden days

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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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Curmudgeonly Rock 'n' Roll time traveller from ye olden days

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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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Curmudgeonly Rock 'n' Roll time traveller from ye olden days

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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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Curmudgeonly Rock 'n' Roll time traveller from ye olden days

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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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Curmudgeonly Rock 'n' Roll time traveller from ye olden days

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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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Curmudgeonly Rock 'n' Roll time traveller from ye olden days

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Alas, not actually Gryff Rhys Jones...

"Little Jack Horner sitting on the corner
With no shoes and clothes
This aint funny, but he took his money
And sniffed it up his nose"

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.

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

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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Alas, not actually Gryff Rhys Jones...

"Little Jack Horner sitting on the corner
With no shoes and clothes
This aint funny, but he took his money
And sniffed it up his nose"

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

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

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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Curmudgeonly Rock 'n' Roll time traveller from ye olden days

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and maybe, lyrically, my favourite song ever...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iP_qWpw15hs

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Curmudgeonly Rock 'n' Roll time traveller from ye olden days

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OK Smiths fans, the forum's all yours!

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Curmudgeonly Rock 'n' Roll time traveller from ye olden days

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