Obscure lyrics that you think are brilliant

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  1. getbent

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    Willie we've been constant companions in all the light and shade
    We have spent a million dollars to find out what we made
    We have made the maidens marvel at the things we do and say
    Down down and out brother up up and away

    If you see me gettin' smaller I'm leavin' don't be grieving
    Just got to get away from here
    If you see me gettin' smaller don't worry I'm in no hurry I've got the right to disappear

    God bless old Philadelphia they were standing in the rain
    Out in front of the Main Point, a wet and lonely train
    Who knows who they came to see a mad man full of beer
    A four piece band and a charter bus my border-line career
    If you see me gettin' smaller I'm leavin.

    btw, excellent call on the Infidels "Sweetheart" that one is amazing!
     
  2. Big John

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    Not so obscure i guess but 'Wichita lineman' would be my choice, here's a great description of it from the BBC 'Hooked on song' site ...........

    “Wichita Lineman” is one of those rare songs that seems somehow to exist in a world of its own – not just timeless but ultimately outside of modern music. Recorded by Glen Campbell and composed by songwriter Jimmy Webb, “Wichita Lineman” falls somewhere between pop and country music, without really being either. A simple tale of a lonely telephone repairman working in the vast open plains of the American Mid-West, it has just two short verses and one chorus, but says as much in them as many authors say in a lifetime. The final 30 seconds are given over to one of the most evocative instrumental breaks ever and the whole thing hangs together perfectly.
     
  3. getbent

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    Big John... and I may be wrong here but not only is he lonely... he suspects that the very line that he is repairing carries the conversation of his wife seeking love elsewhere! Ahh the desperation of that! Suspended in midair in his bucket tethered and flying at the same time, in love and 'wanting' the woman and yet being unwilling to forego 'duty' to find life. Enabling communication and being unable to have it himself! he is kind of the midas of intimacy! great call!

    I chose a Jimmy Webb tune too.
     
  4. Tim Bowen

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    Fave lyric

    And we cast ourselves as Jesus, when we ain't fit for Judas
    What once soothed our souls, it can't even move us


    David Bell, from The Long Goodbye
     
  5. Slow Reflexes

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    I love you more
    than I did the week before
    I discovered alcohol.

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    Now that I'm far away it doesn't seem to me to be such a pain
    To have you hanging off my ankle like some kind of ball and chain.

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    I think it's getting to the point where I can be myself again
    I think it's getting to the point where we have almost made amends
    I think it's the getting to the point that is the hardest part...

    ...You think it's only fair to do what's best for you and you alone
    You think it's only fair to do the same to me when you're not home
    I think it's time to make this something that is more than only fair

    --------------------- (Above from Steven Page/Ed Robertson/Stephen Duffy)



    I lose myself
    I forget myself
    Sometimes I fault myself
    And yes, I might fight myself
    But then I make amends
    I freeze myself
    Rain on myself
    Okay, so I stone myself
    And I might even find myself
    But then again what happens if I do?...

    ...I hate myself
    Doesn't everybody hate themselves?
    So what? I scare myself
    It's alright, 'cause I tell myself
    that it's all in my mind
    So I let the poison go
    'Cause I always know it'll be there for me...

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    I don't know my telephone number
    But you kiss good and I'd like to see you tomorrow

    I don't beg, babe, I pay; I don't barter
    And if we had a child I'd like a son, not a daughter
    She'd be just like you - you know that will not do

    I'm no builder, I'm no gardener
    I sing some songs, have a friend who's a photographer

    There ain't no other language I know how to speak
    Some like their water shallow; I like mine deep
    Tied to the bottom with a noose around my feet...

    --------------------- (Above from Chris Robinson)
     
  6. Big John

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    Yup, and you got all that from two verses and one chorus !!
     
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    The Clovers

    Love Potion No. 9
    The Clovers

    I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
    You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
    She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
    Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion No. 9

    I told her that I was a flop with chicks
    I've been this way since 1956
    She looked at my palm, and she made a magic sign
    She said, what you need is Love Potion No. 9

    She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
    She said, I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink
    It smelled like turpentine, and looked like India ink
    I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink

    I didn't know if it was day or night
    I started kissin' everything in sight
    But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
    He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No. 9

    I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink

    I didn't know if it was day or night
    I started kissin' everything in sight
    But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
    He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No. 9

    Love Potion No. 9
    Love Potion No. 9
    Love Potion No. 9
     
  8. Hockey Rocker

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    I've always liked Nick Drake for obscurity.

    Saturday Sun

    Saturday sun came early one morning
    In a sky so clear and blue
    Saturday sun came without warning
    So no-one knew what to do.
    Saturday sun brought people and faces
    That didn't seem much in their day
    But when I remember those people and places
    They were really too good in their way.
    In their way
    In their way
    Saturday sun won't come and see me today.

    Think about stories with reason and rhyme
    Circling through your brain.
    And think about people in their season and time
    Returning again and again
    And again
    And again
    And Saturday's sun has turned to Sunday's rain.

    So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun
    And wept for a day gone by.

    or how about if we set T.S. Eliot to music?

    The Hollow Men
    1925

    Mistah Kurtz- he dead.

    The Hollow Men

    A penny for the Old Guy
    I
    We are the hollow men
    We are the stuffed men
    Leaning together
    Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
    Our dried voices, when
    We whisper together
    Are quiet and meaningless
    As wind in dry grass
    Or rats' feet over broken glass
    In our dry cellar
    Shape without form, shade without colour,
    Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
    Those who have crossed
    With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
    Remember us - if at all - not as lost
    Violent souls, but only
    As the hollow men
    The stuffed men.
    II
    Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
    In death's dream kingdom
    These do not appear:
    There, the eyes are
    Sunlight on a broken column
    There, is a tree swinging
    And voices are
    In the wind's singing
    More distant and more solemn
    Than a fading star.
    Let me be no nearer
    In death's dream kingdom
    Let me also wear
    Such deliberate disguises
    Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
    In a field
    Behaving as the wind behaves
    No nearer -
    Not that final meeting
    In the twilight kingdom
    III
    This is the dead land
    This is cactus land
    Here the stone images
    Are raised, here they receive
    The supplication of a dead man's hand
    Under the twinkle of a fading star.
    Is it like this
    In death's other kingdom
    Waking alone
    At the hour when we are
    Trembling with tenderness
    Lips that would kiss
    Form prayers to broken stone.
    IV
    The eyes are not here
    There are no eyes here
    In this valley of dying stars
    In this hollow valley
    This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
    In this last of meeting places
    We grope together
    And avoid speech
    Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
    Sightless, unless
    The eyes reappear
    As the perpetual star
    Multifoliate rose
    Of death's twilight kingdom
    The hope only
    Of empty men.
    V
    Here we go round the prickly pear
    Prickly pear prickly pear
    Here we go round the prickly pear
    At five o'clock in the morning.
    Between the idea
    And the reality
    Between the motion
    And the act
    Falls the Shadow
    For Thine is the Kingdom
    Between the conception
    And the creation
    Between the emotion
    And the response
    Falls the Shadow
    Life is very long
    Between the desire
    And the spasm
    Between the potency
    And the existence
    Between the essence
    And the descent
    Falls the Shadow
    For Thine is the Kingdom
    For Thine is
    Life is
    For Thine is the
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    Not with a bang but a whimper.
     
  9. D.K. Buchanon

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    67 - Kings X

    Based on the information hangin' on my brain,
    put it all together, and this is what I get
    Kinda like an acid trip you'd take in '69
    When it was stronger
    Looked in the mirror and this is what I see,
    no matter how hard I try I just can't let it be,
    cut off all my dreadlocks and now I'm
    feeling free, here comes my neighbor.
    67 stations watching cable television in the bedroom.
    Everywhere I turn seems like another trap,
    Sent a death sentence to my own address,
    I thought I could do it, but now I know I can't,
    wish I could just go away
    Yeah I watch the sun setting in the west
    probably a thousand times and every one was best,
    Lone ranger desperado following the tracks,
    life after rock-n-roll.
    Life is getting better, and I don't want to cry.
    I get too embarrassed when my eyes are just too dry
    Manic manipulation I play it all the time,
    rocky mountain.
    67 stations watching cable television in
    your bedroom.
     
  10. stephent2

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    Illegal Oyster - The Gourds

    Did what I could
    Let the funk in my ‘hood
    Walk through my door
    That’s what I asked for
    Boy you better be careful
    Don’t you get bent over
    Watch your long shadow
    You know I’ll cut you
    Well hell if that’s all I gotta do
    Let me quote a price for you
    (edit) let me get out my checkbook
    Who do I make it out to
    Well your daddy’s broke
    And your mother’s homely
    She’s a precious pearl
    From an illegal oyster
    Put her on a string
    I’ll bet the necklace
    I can name the thief
    And what she ate for breakfast
    Well hell if that’s all I gotta do
    Let me get into costume
    (edit) let me get out my checkbook
    Who do I make it out to
    Well hell if that’s all I gotta do
    Let me get in bed with you
     
  11. JKjr

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    More Dylan please, with a side of Lennon

    ...and you should have seen them, kicking Edgar Allen Poe
     
  12. D.K. Buchanon

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    Let's Kill Saturday Night

    Written By: Robbie Fulks

    Well a dollar I make
    Is a buck I owe
    And a 40-hour week
    Leaves 10 to blow
    But every game in this town
    Is just a nickel-and-dime
    And when the sun goes down
    It feels like the last time

    So down the main drag we ride with the engines open
    If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going


    I've got the Mustang loaded
    I've got a wrong to right
    I've got a little red bullet
    Let's kill Saturday night.
    Knock it out of its misery
    Nail that coffin tight
    High living that's history
    Let's kill Saturday night.


    Well the little man's lot
    Is a prince's life
    A prince with a lousy job
    A prince with a working wife
    Something in the big frame's moved
    Oh, it never was so hard
    To keep a 20 inch tube
    And a fenced-in yard


    But give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding
    And, brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting.
     
  13. Chrismeyer

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    I'm no builder ,I'm no gardner
    I sing some songs,
    have a friend that's a photographer
    there ain't no other language I know how to speak,
    some like their water shallow I like mine
    deep,so very deep
    tied to the bottom with a noose around my feet


    Black Crowes
    off the Amorica CD
    F'n LOVE The Black Crowes
     
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    Kings X "Flies and Blue Skys"

    "There is life,there is death
    and the difference between either one
    is one single breath"
     
  15. D.K. Buchanon

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    Yep, there it is. Perhaps the best line ever penned by Doug Pinnick.

    good call Chris!
     
  16. mudshark

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    John Hiatt:

    Icy Blue Heart

    She came onto him like a slow movin' cold front
    His beer was warmer than the look in her eyes
    She sat on a stool, he said, "What do you want?"
    She said, "Give me a love that don't freeze up inside."

    He said, "I have melted some hearts in my time dear
    But to sit next to you, Lord, I shiver and shake
    And if I knew love, well, I don't think I'd be here
    Askin' myself if I've got what it takes."

    To melt your icy blue heart
    Should I start?
    To turn what's been frozen for years
    Into a river of tears

    "These days we all play cool, calm and collected
    Why, our lips could turn blue just shooting the breeze"
    But under the frost, well, he thought he detected
    A warm blush of red and a touch of her knee

    He said, "Girl, you're a beauty like I've never witnessed
    And I've seen the Northern Lights dance in the air
    But I've felt the cold that can follow the first kiss
    And there's not enough heat in the fires burning there."

    To melt your icy blue heart
    Should I start?
    To turn what's been frozen for years
    Into a river of tears
     
  17. mlove3

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    lyrics

    just about everything Tom Waits ever wrote, what a great lyricist.

    one of my favorites, saw him perform this live, just him at the piano and a stand up bass, absolutely brilliant. the word conk is particularly descriptive, and notice he never uses the word diner or greasy spoon yet he paints a picture so precisely.


    invitation to the blues

    Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
    Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
    She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
    Well, it's just an invitation to the blues

    And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
    At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
    You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
    Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue

    She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
    You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble
    On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
    It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
    This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues

    But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
    It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
    Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
    But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
    And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
    And an open invitation to the blues

    But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
    And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
    He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night,
    And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared
    So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
    And left her with an invitation to the blues

    'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
    You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
    Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,
    And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
    Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
    And I'll accept your invitation to the blues
     
  18. TelZilla

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    I have al;ways loved that line I bolded. Not sure why.

    As long as we're quoting John Hiatt, how about

    Sometimes I need a telecaster through a Vibrolux turned up to ten
    or
    I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin


    And more from Mr. MacManus "Radio Radio":
    Some of my friends sit around every evening and they worry about the times ahead
    But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference and the promise of an early bed
    You either shut up or get cut out, they don't wanna hear about it
    It's only inches on the reel-to-reel
    And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin to anesthetize the way that you feel...

    How about a little fountians of Wayne:
    Red dragon tattoo, it's just about on me
    Red dragon Tattoo, so now do you want me?

    or

    Come on now get your ass out of bed
    you heard what the man said
    The crew is already gone
    We were all kinda high
    But,man, what were you on?

    And from the bridge:
    Down in the valley
    We crawled in the alley
    Who knew the 101 was so long
    Before you get sold you get bought for a song
     
  19. toadman

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    "it's hard to win a woman" by The Junkers

    "well it's hard to get a girlfriend
    when you're just an employee
    you can't get no one to dig you
    when you got no dignity
    hard to put your best foot forward
    when you're just a hired hand
    it's hard to win a woman
    when you're workin for "the Man"
     
  20. BAW4742

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    I don't know how obscure it is but I've always liked this line from John Lennon's song to his son "Beautiful Boy"


    Before you cross the street, Take my hand.
    Life is what happens to you,
    While you're busy making other plans.



    The last part particularly. It's ironic that this is form the Double Fantasy album. I had heard it when the album first came out but listening to it after Lennon's death it gave me chills.
     
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