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PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 3:15 am
by Jonathan E.
"If a six turns out to be nine, I don't mind . . . " or words to that effect, but that's how I hear it.

"Manic depression is touching my soul . . . "

"Stone free . . ."

So now you know who I spent too much time listening to.

But my own personally mixed-up favourite:

Music will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no music.

— with thanks to The Furry Freak Brothers.

Or the other favourite:

When the mode of the music changes
The walls of the city shake
[ . . . ]
You can have the men who make the laws
Give me the music makers

— Tuli Kupferberg/The Fugs

What an old hippy I sound like tonight! I'm haunted.

PS I've worn brown shoes or boots for years whenever I've bloody well felt like it.

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 5:13 am
by judith
hey Jonathan, now here's a coincidence - moonshine, moonshine, moonshine tops the hills with grace and the glory of the shining seems to break my simple pace - are part of a set of lyrics that still haunt the full moon's light above the mountains. I didn't place the words in quotes because I have a tendency to get lyrics wrong and it's been a lot of years since I've heard that song. "Morning, Morning" by Tuli Kupferberg.

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 7:01 am
by kas
Somehow, I can't shake the Jona Lewie lyrics 'You'll always find me in the kitchen at parties' out of my mind.

That's why I had a lasting tendency to avoid the kitchen at parties, no matter how timid or bored I felt - and even though that's where the drinks are.
I got better, though. These days you'll always find me by the bookshelf.

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 8:44 am
by DavidM
One of the lines that has stayed with me for many years is from John Cooper Clarke's "Beasley Street";

"The rats have all got rickets, they spit through broken teeth"

Pithy. It fits in well with the James McMurtry song "We Can't Make It Here No More" that someone posted a few weeks ago. Here's a clip;
http://nl.youtube.com/watch?v=-C_WQvOEvcE
The song starts at 5.20 minutes.

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 1:40 pm
by howard male
'Just like a silver-studded sabre-toothed dream' - this was a sibilant-heavy line from 'Metal Guru' which I repeated to myself endlessly when, aged 14, I'd had braces fitted on my teeth and I needed to learn to speak properly again. Eventually I managed to reduce the spital-spraying to the minimum, and I was able to rejoin the human race.

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 1:54 pm
by Dominic
"And I'm feeling very sick and ill today"

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 6:15 pm
by howard male
'I am angry I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin...'

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 6:25 pm
by Gordon Neill
Yes, Howard, but do you have any lyrics that haunt you?

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 7:43 pm
by judith
Don't you leave me here, don't you leave me here, but if you just must go, leave me a dime for beer.

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 7:54 pm
by Adam Blake
Oh God, don't start on blues lyrics!

"I'm gonna leave here runnin' 'cos walkin' is way too slow" ...

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 7:56 pm
by judith
gonna buy you a chevrolet, gonna buy you a chevrolet...

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 8:00 pm
by Ted
DavidM wrote:One of the lines that has stayed with me for many years is from John Cooper Clarke's "Beasley Street";


"The fucking weed is fucking turf the fucking speed is fucking Surf"

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 8:12 pm
by Adam Blake
"You're like the shadow of the guillotine on a dead consumptive's face
Speaking as an outsider, what do you think of the human race?" - J.C.C

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 9:05 pm
by judith
I wish I was a cat then I'd know where it's at

(can't quite remember. Might be Holy Modal Rounders)

PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 11:01 pm
by Ted
judith wrote:I wish I was a cat then I'd know where it's at


"everybody wants to be a cat, cos the cats the only cat that knows where its at"

The Aristocats