Lyrics That Stuck

[Electric Phase]

How can you tell when you're doin' alright
Does your bank account swell
While you're dreaming at night
How do know when you're really in love
Do violins play when you're touching the one
That you're loving

What do you want from life
Someone to love
and somebody that you can trust
What do you want from life
To try and be happy
while you do the nasty things you must

Well, you can't have that, but if you're an American citizen you are entitled to:
a heated kidney shaped pool,
a microwave oven--don't watch the food cook,
a Dyna-Gym--I'll personally demonstrate it in the privacy of your own home,
a king-size Titanic unsinkable Molly Brown waterbed with polybendum,
a foolproof plan and an airtight alibi,
real simulated Indian jewelry,
a Gucci shoetree,
a year's supply of antibiotics,
a personally autographed picture of Randy Mantooth
and Bob Dylan's new unlisted phone number,
a beautifully restored 3rd Reich swizzle stick,
Rosemary's baby,
a dream date in kneepads with Paul Williams,
a new Matador, a new mastodon,
a Maverick, a Mustang, a Montego,
a Merc Montclair, a Mark IV, a meteor,
a Mercedes, an MG, or a Malibu,
a Mort Moriarty, a Maserati, a Mac truck,
a Mazda, a new Monza, or a moped,
a Winnebago--Hell, a herd of Winnebago's we're giving 'em away,
or how about a McCulloch chainsaw,
a Las Vegas wedding,
a Mexican divorce,
a solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot,
or a baby's arm holding an apple?


The Tubes - What Do You Want From Life

[e@rs]

'God is in the TV'

Marilyn Manson - Rock Is Dead

[ZeePok]

 
'It's not easy being green'

Kermit
 

[harryupbabble]

75. Hands on the plow and my feet in the ghetto.
76. I had my hands in the river, my feet back up on the banks.
77. My feet don't hardly make no sound.
78. I love to feel the rain in the summertime.
79. It'll rain a sunny day, I know; shining down like water.
80. With my naked eye I saw all the falling rain.
81. Somewhere on a higher mental plane I might learn to come in from the rain.
82. Take him by the hand. Make him understand.
83. Red rain is pouring down pouring down all over me.
84. Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea.
85. Break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones.
86. I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes.
87. Living at night isn't helping my complexion.
88. I don't wanna know what she really sees.
89. Well, I lie and I'm easy all the time but I'm never sure.
90. I don't know, but I been told, a big legged woman ain't got no soul.
91. Well, well, well, would you carry a razor in case, just in case of depression?
92. And we will meet later to finalize the details.

[farlukar]

And that’s not to say that there’s anything wrong with being a cow anyway

[mumpcake]

Built like she was
She had the nerve to ask me
If I meant to do her any harm

[mumpcake]

Come on baby play me something
like here comes the sun

[Numanoid]

This one by Kris Kristofferson is like a short story, beat poetry done country style

It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row.
And I was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the cold.
To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul.
Keep the chilly wind off my guitar.

My thirst it wanted whisky; my hunger needed beans,
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd heard that eagle scream.
So with a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreams,
I left my pride and stepped inside a bar.

Actually, I guess you'd could call it a Tavern:
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the floor;
Friendly shadows.

I saw that there was just one old man sittin' at the bar.
And in the mirror I could see him checkin' me and my guitar.
An' he turned and said: "Come up here boy, and show us what you are."
I said: "I'm dry." He bought me a beer.

He nodded at my guitar and said: "It's a tough life, ain't it?"
I just looked at him. He said: "You ain't makin' any money, are you?"
I said: "You've been readin' my mail."
He just smiled and said: "Let me see that guitar.
"I've got something you oughta hear."
Then he laid it on me:

[Sung:]
"If you waste your time a-talkin' to the people who don't listen,
"To the things that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear.
"And if you should die explainin' how the things that they complain about,
"Are things they could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind,
Who were crucified for what they tried to show.
And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time.
'Cos the truth remains that no-one wants to know.

[Spoken:]
Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song before,
Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door.
When no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor,
And lonesome was more than a state of mind.

You see, the devil haunts a hungry man,
If you don't wanna join him, you got to beat him.
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing.
Then I stole his song.

[Sung:]
And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen,
To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's gonna hear.
And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about,
Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care.

I was born a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the same,
But I've got to feed the hunger in my soul.
And if I never have a nickel, I won't ever die ashamed.
'Cos I don't believe that no-one wants to know.

[Firebird]

....And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'

BD

[mumpcake]

Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane

Well, not every lyric that sticks can be from a great song.

[mumpcake]

Ben Folds to make up for the previous post

She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face
Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass
Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance
That make it possible for all white boys to dance

[Numanoid]

Aux 88's love letter to bass, play it loud!

Volume
LFO
Gate time
Echo

Frequency
Channel 6
Oscillator
Time to mix

Truncate
Mono
Samples
In stereo

Tweeters
Computer brain
Woofers
Raise the game

[funky lime]

Pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa
Pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa
Papa, ooma mow mow
Papa, ooma mow mow

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Ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
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Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
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Papa ooma mow mow, papa oom oom oom
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Ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa a mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, ooma mow mow

Papa oom oom oom oom, ooma mow mow
Oom oom oom oom, ooma mow mow
Ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, ooma mow mow

[mumpcake]

But then my partner called to say the pension funds were gone
He made some bad investments
Now the counts are overdrawn

[incubus]

Wow, if these are the "lyrics that stuck" then it's no wonder why we have the trouble we have

Almost everything should be the "lyrics that suck" and that isn't even close.

So much good music from many genres, but man, I really don't like much of what I've seen here.