Song Quotes

Fedele

TNPer
Simply post a selection from a song that stands out to you for one reason or another or that you have a particular fondness for. It is generally taboo for the selection to be the chorus of the song.

That's Life by Sinatra:
I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down,
'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around
 
Last Dance with Mary Jane by Tom Petty:
Well I don't know what I've been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
I'm tired of screwing up, I'm tired of goin' down
I'm tired of myself, I'm tired of this town
Oh my my, oh hell yes
Honey put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song,
Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long


Ahhh, such a great song.
 
Stairway to Heaven:
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
 
[quote="Hey Julie" - Fountains of Wayne]Working all day for a mean little guy
With a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie
He's got me running 'round the office
Like a gerbil on a wheel
He can tell me what to do
But he can't tell me what to feel[/quote]
 
Heartbreaker by Zeppelin:
Hey fellas, have you heard the news?
You know that annie’s back in town?
It won’t take long just watch and see
How the fellas lay their money down.
 
Extraordinary by Liz Phair

I am extraordinary.
If you'd ever get to know me.
I am extraordinary
I am just your ordinary average every day sane psycho supergoddess, average everyday sane psycho

It may be the chorus, but hey it fits me....well minus the supergoddess part :lol:
 
Fool in the Rain by Zep:
Well there’s a light in your eye that keeps shining
Like a star that can’t wait for the night
I hate to think I’ve been blinded baby
Why can’t I see you tonight?

And the warmth of your smile starts a-burnin’
And the thrill of your touch gives me fright
And I’m shaking so much, really yearning
Why don’t you show up, make it all right?
 
Grandma Got Ran Over by a Reindeer:
She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog,
And we'd begged her not to go.
But she'd left her medication,
So she stumbled out the door into the snow.

When they found her Christmas mornin',
At the scene of the attack.
There were hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back.

Now were all so proud of Grandpa,
He's been takin' this so well.
See him in there watchin' football,
Drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle.

What kinda messed up song is this!

*removed chorus; still one heck of a song
 
....You included the chorus...

All Shook Up by Presley:
Ah, well I bless my soul
What’s wrong with me?
I’m itching like a man on a fuzzy tree
My friends say I’m actin’ wild as a bug
 
[quote="Bulletproof" - Blue Rodeo]It must be great to be so strong
You never needed anybody else's help to carry on
But I'm not waking up each morning with forgiveness I can use
No I'm careless, and I'm cruel, but I'm still easily bruised[/quote]
 
I thought I could live in your world
As years all went by
With all the voices I've heard
Something has died

And when you're in need of someone
My heart won't deny you
So many seems so lonely
With no one left to cry to baby
 
[quote="Strutter" - KISS]She wears her satins like a lady
She gets her way just like a child
You take her home and she says maybe, baby
She takes you down and drives you wild[/quote]
 
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she’s gone.
 
^ not a drug song. :eyeroll:

And it may take some time to
Patch me up inside
But I can't take it so I
Run away and hide
And I may find in time that
You were always right
You're always right

So you sailed away
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay
Love can be so boring
 
I remember way back then when everything was true and when
We would have such a very good time such a fine time
Such a happy time
And I remember how we'd play simply waste the day away
Then we'd say nothing would come between us two dreamers

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
 
the decemberists - engine driver:
And I am a writer, writer of fiction. I am the heart that you call home. And I've written pages, upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones.

jeff buckley covering hallelujah by leonard cohen:
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch, but love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

pink floyd - paintbox:
But in the scene I should have been far away...Away...Getting up, I feel as if I'm remembering this scene before. I open the door to an empty room

echoes by pink floyd:
And no one called us to the land and no one crosses there alive. No one speaks and no one tries. No one flies around the sun....Almost everyday you fall upon my waking eyes, inviting and inciting me to rise. And through the window in the wall come streaming in on sunlight wings a million bright ambassadors of morning.

more yellow birds by sparklehorse:
Captain Howdy lit upon my shoulder and he left me with sulphur and rooms full of headaches. I fell in with snakes in the poisoned ranks of strangers. Please send me more yellow birds for the dim interior
 
clark gable by the postal service:
I want so badly to believe that "There is truth, that love is real." And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd. I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?
 
You Never Even Called Me By My Name by David Allen Coe:
WELL, A FRIEND OF MINE NAMED STEVE GOODMAN WROTE THAT SONG AND
HE TOLD ME IT WAS THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG. I WROTE
HIM BACK A LETTER AND I TOLD HIM IT WAS NOT THE PERFECT COUNTRY
& WESTERN SONG BECAUSE HE HADN'T SAID ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT MAMA,
OR TRAINS, OR TRUCKS, OR PRISON, OR GETTIN' DRUNK. WELL HE SAT
DOWN AND WROTE ANOTHER VERSE TO THE SONG AND HE SENT IT TO ME,
AND AFTER READING IT, I REALIZED THAT MY FRIEND HAD WRITTEN THE
PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG. AND I FELT OBLIGED TO INCLUDE IT
ON THIS ALBUM. THE LAST VERSE GOES LIKE THIS HERE:

WELL, I WAS DRUNK THE DAY MY MOM GOT OUT OF PRISON
AND I WENT TO PICK HER UP IN THE RAIN
BUT BEFORE I COULD GET TO THE STATION IN MY PICKUP TRUCK
SHE GOT RUNNED OVER BY A DAMNED OLD TRAIN
 
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Chorus of Your Song by Elton John

Non Chorus
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

From Tiny Dancer by Elton John
 
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you
 
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.

And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
 
(from brown eyes by red house painters):
tell me and take your time
set free this soul of mine
freeze frame this sedate moment
lie me in your quiet ground
i understand your
tired eyes for these
tired homes and tired trees
i see the pain in those
brown eyes
fires burn in autumn skies
 
When we've been there 10 000 years, bright shining as the sun. 
We've no less days to sing God's praise than when we first begun.

U2 - Bullet the Blue Sky from The Joshua Tree

This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
You take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America
 
someone is waiting by neutral milk hotel:
someone is waiting to swallow all the halos out of you,
as your face blows through my window
sending pieces flying all around my room.
and I love you, and I want to
shoot all the superheroes from your skies,
watch them bleeding from your ceiling
as their empty anger falls out of their eyes.
 
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
 
Pretty little thing let me light your candle 'cause oh mama I'm so hard to handle now yes I am.

-"Hard to Handle Now" By Crowes

Close your eyes girl, Look inside girl, let the sound take you away!

-"Magic Carpet Ride" By Steppenwolf

Woah! Who said that? How old are you? Baby, how you been? You don't know, you won't until you begin!

-"Jump" by Van Halen
 
from runnin with the devil by van halen:
I live my life like there's no tomorrow
and all I've got, I had to steal
Least I don't need to beg or borrow
Yes I'm livin' at a pace that kills

Oooh, yeah
(Ahh!) Runnin' with the devil (Ahh-hah! Yeah!)
(Woo-hoo-oo!) Runnin' with the devil
I'm gonna tell ya all about it

I found the simple life ain't so simple
When I jumped out, on that road
I got no love, no love you'd call real
Ain't got nobody, waitin' at home

(Ah, yeah-ah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(God damn it lady. You know I ain't lyin' to ya)
(I'm only gonna tell you one time-ya!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Yes I am! Yeah!)
 
Our Time Has Passed - Pernice Brothers:
There's a box I still can't open
There's a name that hurts to say
I fall in love with the way I'm shaking
In the crowd I think I see your face

Our time has passed so quickly
Our bitter sweet hello goodbye
Our time has passed so quickly
Do you ever wonder why?

Was it real, was it imagined?
Either way I just don't care
It's like a flash of radiation
That leaves the buildings where they stand
 
Superpowers - Dismemberment Plan:
I have seen the world's most beautiful women undress in ordinary solitude
I have fallen asleep in the shift of distant satin
I have watched the rich risk it all for 15 minutes in a Heathrow bathroom
I have shuddered as an unseen mouth slid down my spine every night

I have seized with the ice cold rage of a lover betrayed, half a million miles away
I have cried so hard for hours and not known why, haven't you?
I've been knocked down flat by joy that makes my face pulse like a sugar high
I've been cornered by the screams of a body as it freed itself of its mind

I guess you could call it superpowers
but no one is going to save the world with what I've got
an indigo light from silvery towers
surrounded by rocks and stones as far as the eye can see

I've been lost in a cold white space as an arrogant dream storms in from another life
I have felt the snaps of lines that bind us all to this world
I have felt such unreal pain and not known what to do, it isn't mine
I have stayed awake for weeks and slept for days... not one dream

under low grey skies
and a razored wind that tears at the walls
 
Sidewalk crouches at her feet
Like a dog that begs for something sweet
Do you want to make her see you, fool?
Do you want to pluck that dusty jewl?
 
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