favorite line from a song?

[GAMBLER]

"A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle"


can you name the song that this line is in (easy) AND the poem where this line originated (not so easy)


also....

"You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal."

like a rolling stone....bob dylan, I'm listening to it right now.

 

[deaconblues]

Hard to pick a single good line from this one so I'll post 3 or 4
..................
Fat and docile, big and dumb
They look so stupid, they aren't much fun
Cows aren't fun
................

They eat to grow, grow to die
Die to be et at the hamburger fry
Cows well done
................

He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy
No one suspected he was packing an Uzi
Cows with guns
..................

Sixty police cars were piled in a heap
Covered in cow pies, covered up deep
Much cow dung
.................




Cows with guns by Dana Lyons

YES!!!!!!!!!

 

[gnahc79]

like a rolling stone....bob dylan, I'm listening to it right now.

My buddies from h.s. just saw him perform out in Wisconsin. Yes he's still touring, yes you still can't understand a single word when he sings, and yes he's still alive.....sorta

 

[Sprinklerhead]

I really like the version of T for Texas by Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash. I tried finding the lyrics for that version, but I can't find them. They're a lot different than the normal lyrics for that song.

 

[Poxy]

My favorite Lyricist is Andy Partidge of XTC. One of the greatest underrated bands ever.

It's raining on the beach
She inches close but out of reach
The waves look painted on
Seagulls screaming

The sea is warship grey
It whispers “Fool!” then slides away
Black coastline slumbers on
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her

And all the flags that flap on the pier
Spell why on earth do you wait
The fog hides much but one thing is clear
She's nearer

Dead deck chairs under shrouds
And life belts gape like minstrel mouths
Her hair still smells of salt
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her
He who hesitates is lost

If you want her, you should tell her
Take her by the hand
If you wait, November wins her
She returns to sand ____ If you hesitate
November will win her
So get ahold of the girl

I say I like your coat
Her thank-you tugs my heart afloat
I nearly didn't hear for
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her

He who hesitates is lost

 

[afm199]

Grandpa pissed his pants again,
he don't give a damn.
Brother Billy has both guns drawn,
he ain't been right since Vietnam.
Sweet Home Alabama,
play that dead band's song.
Turn those speakers up full blast
play it all night long.

Daddy's doing sister Sally,
Grandma's dying of cancer now.
The cattle all have Brucellosis
We'll get through somehow.

Warren Zevon .... Play it all Night long



Little Indian Girl,
where is your mother
Little Indian Girl
where is your father?
Please Mr. Gringo, please
find my Father.
Lesson number one
better learned while its young.
Life just goes on gettin harder and harder

Stones...Little Indian Girl

 

[Tri-me]

Everyone take your places, we are fucking it up going crazy - Buck Cherry, Ridin'

The more you hold us down the more we press on - Creed

 

[Sprinklerhead]

My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"

Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race
When Fords and Lincolns was settin' the pace?
That story is true, I'm here to say
I was drivin' that Model A

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That Model A Vitimix makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders, uses them all
It's got overdrive, just won't stall

With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
And four-eleven gears you can really get lost
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair

Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still

All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then the tail light was all you could see

Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind
So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive

Wound it up to a hundred and ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That's all there is and there ain't no more

Now, the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, "Slow down! I see spots!"
The lines on the road just look like dots

Took a corner; sideswiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost

Smoke was comin' from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac.
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?

We had flames comin' from out of the side
Feel the tension, Man! What a ride!
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly!"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by

Now all of a sudden she started to knockin'
And down in the dips she started to rockin'
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln!

They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!"

 

[Waterboy]

Re: de do do do de da da da is all I have to say to you

Ooo eee, ooo ah ah
ting tang, walla walla, bing bang

Cygnus, you're dating yourself (and me). Isn't that I Told the Witchdoctor or something like that.

 

[Waterboy]

'why don't we do it in the road?'


(and thay say today's music is way too sexually oriented...)

Beatles, White Album I think wasn't it?

 

[assnelbo]

My buddies from h.s. just saw him perform out in Wisconsin. Yes he's still touring, yes you still can't understand a single word when he sings, and yes he's still alive.....sorta

I had the pleasure of seeing him and Van Morrison about 6 or 7 years ago.

 

[Cygnus]

1958, same year as At The Hop, Tequila, and Jailhouse Rock. doesn't mean I was there.

Cygnus, you're dating yourself (and me). Isn't that I Told the Witchdoctor or something like that.

yes, Witch Doctor, by David Seville (nee Ross Bagdasarian), who went on to greater fame with The Chipmunk Song.

 

[GAMBLER]

commander cody and the lost planet airmen, huh sprinkie?


bet you can't find any more songs from them that anyone will recognise

 

[Sprinklerhead]

Probably not. Val, do you ever listen to KPIG? Not sure if you can get them in San Jose or not.

 

[ScorpioVI]

Some say the end is near.
Some say we’ll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call la
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your cable and
Fret for your car.
It’s a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call la
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we’ll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this

Silly shit, stupid shit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I’ve a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.

Mom’s gonna fix it all soon.
Mom’s comin’ round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

Fuck l ron hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I’m praying for rain
And I’m praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don’t just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.

 

[GAMBLER]

Probably not. Val, do you ever listen to KPIG? Not sure if you can get them in San Jose or not.

no we don't get that here. do they still have the decal with the "eat more garlic blah blah blah" on it?

 

[Sprinklerhead]

no we don't get that here. do they still have the decal with the "eat more garlic blah blah blah" on it?

I'm not sure, the only ones I ever see anymore are the pig ones. I think you can listen to them online for free. They're the only radio station I'll listen to.

 

[uncoiled]

some melodies are like disease
they can inflame your misery
they will infect your memories
they haunt me
some memories are like disease
they can inflame your misery
they will infect your melody
they haunt me - cursive

 

[daventura]

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, alone
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everythings done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone.

 

[Cygnus]

from a song, yes. sung, not really.

With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up