Exactly
I like big butts and I cannot lie 
One of my favorite lyrics ever is from a song called Room for You by Sub-radio.
I miss you the way miss a train
It’s a short one, but it really had me thinking about what it really means. Missed it in the nick of time? Missed an opportunity? Missed a train wreck? Miss you and there’s no getting you back?
If we’re taking a whole song, I gotta throw Biggie in there.
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I was 10 when this was released and it said exactly how I was feeling. Still moves me to this day.
Back when I was younger they were talking at me
Never listened to a word I said
Back when I was younger they were talking at me
Never listened to a word I said
Always yap-yap-yapping and complaining at me
Made me think I’d be better off dead
I don’t want to talk about it
I don’t want to hear no lip
Take your share, don’t shout about it
That’s your lot, remember you’re a kid
They would always teach me that to swear was a sin
Always speak your mind but not aloud
Think of something that you want to do with your life
Nothing that you like, that’s not allowed
I’ve no time to talk about it
All your stupid hopes and dreams
Get your feet back on the ground, son
It’s exams that count, not football teams
And I’m running at the edge of their world
They’re criticising something they just can’t understand
Living on the edge of their town
And I won’t be shot down
Taught me to defend myself and to be a man
How to kick someone and run away
Gave me everything that any young man could need
But don’t understand why I won’t stay
Here’s your room and here’s your records
Here’s your home and here you’ll stay
Here’s somewhere I don’t believe in
Wish someone would take it all away
And I’m running at the edge of their world
They’re criticising something they just can’t understand
Living on the edge of their town
And I won’t be shot down
Running at the edge of their world
And they’re criticising something they just can’t understand
Living on the edge of their town
And I won’t be
No, I won’t be
No, I won’t be shot down
‘nuff said
And with the early dawn
Moving right along
I couldn’t buy an eye full of sleep
And in the aching night under satellites
I was not received….
Roy Harper’s “Another Day”, covered multiple times by some of my favorite artists
The kettle’s on, the sun has gone, another day
She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray
She’s at the door, she wants to score, she dearly needs to say:
"I loved you a long time ago, you know
Where the winds of forget-me-nots blow, oh
But I just couldn’t let myself go
Not knowing what on Earth there was to know
But I wish that I had 'cause I’m feeling so sad
And that I never had one of your children"
From across the room, inside a tomb, a chance is waxed and waned
The night is young, why are we so hung up in each other’s chains?
I must take her, and I must make her, while the dove domains
And feel the juice run as she flies
Run my wings under her thighs
As the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the firstborn, lash of dawn
Oh really my dear, I can’t see what we fear
Sat here with ourselves, in-between us here
We meet at the door, we can’t say more than just “Another day”
And without a sound, I turn around and I walk away
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I always liked these words (most of you will know where they are from); a great metaphor for the daily grind and the perceived futility of it all:
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
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Tim Buckley, Song to the Siren - as recorded by This Mortal Coil
Hoo boy.
So this version of the song is done by Elisabeth Fraser and Robin Guthrie from Cocteau Twins, who were a couple at the time, for This Mortal Coil.
It’s originally by Tim Buckley, the estranged father of Jeff Buckley, Fraser’s equally talented and tragically doomed boyfriend of 10 years later. They apparently also recorded it together as a duet but I can’t find it.
It’s also been covered by Garbage and Sinead O’Connor.
Anyway, it has amazing lyrics:
Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me, let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks
For you sing
'Touch me not
Touch me not, come back tomorrow
O my heart, o my heart, shies from the sorrow’
Well I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing swim to me
Swim to me, let me enfold you
Here I am, here I am
Waiting to hold you
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Well since I did two in a row with Liz Fraser, here’s a second one with Kate Bush. She did an outstanding job of condensing everything important about Brontë’s novel into lyrics.
Out on the Wiley, windy moors
We’d roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you too
Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, let me in your window
Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I’m coming back, love
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream
My only master
Too long I roamed in the night
I’m coming back to his side to put it right
I’m coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, let me in your window
Ooh, let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
Ooh, let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
You know it’s me, Cathy
Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold
Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, yeah
It’s me, Cathy, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, yeah
And as a bonus, Australia apparently does this with style:
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You Can Have The Crown.
Well, I’ve been spending all my money on weed n’ pills
Tryin’ to write a song that’ll pay the bills
But it ain’t came yet, so I guess I’ll have to rob a bank
I guess it could be worse, it ain’t that bad
At least I ain’t sittin’ in old Baghdad
In the middle of a hot damn desert sittin’ in a tank
Well, every time the wife talks, a baby gets mentioned
I’m so broke I can’t pay attention
Lord, how it tears me up to see her cry
Oh, I’ve been spendin’ all my nights on the internet
Looking for a clue but ain’t found one yet
Just a bunch of Mopars, guitars and other stuff I can’t buy
Well, now Lord, if you can hear me won’t you throw a damn dog a bone
‘Cause if the Devil shows up with a better deal this old soul’s a-goin’ down
Oh, I sing 'em real pretty, sing 'em real sad
And all the people in the crowd say “He ain’t half bad”
Well, they call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain
If you want it you can have the crown
Well, I’ve been sittin’ on my ass like a bump on a log
Watchin’ Andy and ol’ Boss Hog
I guess I oughta get up and go out and find a job
Instead of sittin’ on the couch trying to find the next line
I’m sure there’s gotta be a better use of my time
Like figuring out which one of these banks I’m gonna go rob
Well, the name of the game is hurry up and wait
But that ain’t putting no food on my plate
Or gas in my car and I drive a Bronco
So Lord, if I could just get me a record deal
I might not have to worry about my next meal
But I’ll still be trying to figure out what the hell rhymes with Bronco
Well, now Lord, if you can hear me won’t you throw a damn dog a bone
‘Cause if the Devil shows up with a better deal this old soul’s a-goin’ down
Oh, I sing 'em real pretty, sing 'em real sad
And all the people in the crowd say “He ain’t half bad”
Well, they call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain
If you want it you can have the crown
Well, they call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain
If you want it you can have the crown
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…anyone know where the love of god goes, when the waves turn the minutes to hours….
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The best, deepest, most meaningful lyrics:
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“Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I’ll keep checking the horizon”
Ex Men at Work frontman.
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Man, this is such a good song. Heartbreaking.
Among the many verses of the song, this stands out:
Some things never change, no don’t ever change
And I’m feeling the cold
Thinking that we’re getting older and wiser
When we’re just getting old
And when you feel you’re near the end
And what once burned so bright is growing dim?
And when you see what’s been achieved
Is there a feeling that you’ve been deceived?
Lyrics for–> David Gilmour- Near The End
Pogues, Sunny Side of the Street. It’s f*cking perfect. We’re talking modern William Blake “Songs of Experience” level good.
Seen the carnival at Rome
had the women I had the booze
All I can remember now is
little kids without no shoes
So I saw that train and I got on it
With a heart full of hate and a lust for vomit
Now I’m walking on the sunnyside of the street
Stepped over bodies in Bombay
Tried to make it to the U.S.A.
Ended up in Nepal,
up on the roof with nothing at all
And I knew
that day
I was going to stay
Right where I am,
on the sunnyside of the street
Been in a palace, been in a jail
I just don’t want to be reborn a snail
Just want to spend eternity
Right where I am,
on the sunnyside of the street
As my mother wept it was then I swore
To take my life as I would a whore
I know I’m better than before
I will not be reconstructed
Just wanna stay right here
on the sunnyside of the street
Sunnyside of the street
Sunnyside of the street
Sunnyside of the street
…and my very favorite thing about this song is someone at Cadillac greenlit it for a SUV commercial.
I saw this live on TV myself, can verify it’s not bullshit or a retcon. They used the full “heartful of hate and lust for vomit” line in the ad.
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The Smiths, London
This song also has perfect lyrics. Not because it’s as evocative as the Pogues song above, but because it will really resonate with anyone that has had a similar life experience themselves.
Smoke lingers 'round your fingers
Train heave on - to Euston
Do you think you’ve made
The right decision this time ?
Oh …
You left your tired family grieving
And you think they’re sad because you’re leaving
But did you see Jealousy in the eyes
Of the ones who had to stay behind ?
And do you think you’ve made
The right decision this time ?
You left your girlfriend on the platform
With this really ragged notion that you’ll return
But she knows
That when he goes
He really goes
And do you think you’ve made
The right decision this time?
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The Smiths, What She Said
This one is outstanding overall but the part that hits me hard is:
What she read, all heady books
she’d sit and prophesise
it took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead
to really really open her eyes
because at very important parts of my life I have been on both sides of that equation.
What she said:
"How come someone hasn’t noticed that I’m dead
and decided to bury me
God knows, I’m ready"
nobody’d ever know
What she said was sad
but then, with all the rejection she’s had
to pretend to be happy
could only be idiocy
nobody’d ever know
What she said
was not for a job or lover that she never had
no no no no no no no no
no…
What she read, all heady books
she’d sit and prophesise
it took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead
to really really open her eyes
What she read, all heady books
she’d sit and prophesise
it took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead
to really really open her eyes
What she said:
"I smoke 'cos I’m hoping for an early death
and I need to cling to something"
What she said:
"I smoke 'cos I’m hoping for an early death
and I need to cling to something"
Oh no no no
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