Memorable Lyrics

"When I'm watchin' my T. V.
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarettes as me
I can't get no, oh no, no, no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say..."

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“Put on your red shoes and dance the blues.”

“Under the moonlight, the serious moonlight.”

“I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying how do you do
They're really saying
I love you

I hear babies crying
I watch them grow
They'll learn much more
Than I'll never know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Oh yeah”
 
"Really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree....."

"Oh, Jane there's an art to the game,
The aesthetics of love,
The athletics of lust"
Kill the Messenger - Shawn Colvin

"If dreams were lightning, and thunder was desire,
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago"
Angel from Montgomery - John Prine

"I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then"

"Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
And nothin' left was all that she left me"

"Blood stains the ivorys
Of my daddy's baby grand
I ain't seen no daylight
Since we started this band"
No More No More - Aerosmith

And a million more........
 
"Far away, across the fields
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells"
 
I took the tube back out of town
Back to the rollin' pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of rin tin tin
I stretched back and I hiccupped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the tin pan
God, there's got to be another way
Well, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who?)
 
"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell"

Time- Pink Floyd

These are the best lyrics, this is an objective statement.
 
I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain☔
And if it snows that stretch down south won't ever stand the strain

Jimmy Webb - 1968

I'll see your Wichita Lineman and raise you a "Gentle On My Mind"

My beard a rustlin' coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waitin' from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind
 
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
 
Jason Isbell is one of the finest songwriters still in his prime IMHO.

"If we were Vampires" written for his wife

It's knowing that this can't go on forever
It's likely one of us will have to spend some days alone
Maybe we'll get forty years together
But one day I'll be gone and one day you'll be gone


Or "Life You Chose" written for an ex lover

Are you living the life you chose?
Are you living the life that chose you?
Are you taking a grown-up dose?
Do you live with a man who knows you
like I thought I did back then
But I guess I never did


^^^THIS^^^VERY MUCH THIS^^^^
 
I'll see your Wichita Lineman and raise you a "Gentle On My Mind"

My beard a rustlin' coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waitin' from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind
I play a version of this on acoustic and every time I do, I get lost in the lyrics. It’s a very haunting theme and melody for me.

Interesting tale that Jimmy Webb wrote part of WL and sent it to Glenn Campbell who recorded it, hence it being such a short tune.
 
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