Tell me your favourite lyric line(s)...

Sister Maria tightened the bolts of the spare

She said a quick prayer and put the old van into gear

Thank God that the traffic was light

 If she hurried she might not be late

For that evening’s performance at the state penetentiary

She entered the common room and their was her choir

Altos and baritones, basses and tenors

Car thieves and crack dealers, mobsters and murderers

Husbands and sons, fathers and brothers

And so it began in glorious harmony

Softly and Tenderly – calling for you and me

With the interstate whining way off in the distance

And the sun going down through the bars of the prison

They poured out their souls, they poured out their memories

They poured out their hopes for what’s left of eternity

To sister Maria – her soul like a prism

For the light of forgiveness on all of their faces

---Richard Shindell 'Transit'

So many Billy Bragg lines, i'll settle on the entirety of New England. Full of gritty angst.

I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long
People ask when will you grow up to be a man
But all the girls I loved at school
Are already pushing prams

I loved you then as I love you still
Tho I put you on a pedestal,
They put you on the pill
I don't feel bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know

I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl

I loved the words you wrote to me
But that was bloody yesterday
I can't survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend

I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care

I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl
(Looking for another girl)
(Looking for another girl)
(Looking for another gi-rl)

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground. 
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
 

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 cry,
I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more,
Than I'll ever know.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.

Yes, I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.

Oh yeah.


enjoy...

ken

One of my favourite pieces of music.

Farmer

From "Inner City Pressure" by Flight of the Conchords:

You don't measure up to the expectation.
When you're unemployed, there's no vacation.
No one cares, no one sympathises.
You just stay home and play synthesisers.

Watch out where the huskies go,

Don't you eat that yellow snow.

Zappa

I just want the key to your Ferrari

'cos aliens ate my buick

Thomas Dolby

CBS promoted the Clash

not for revolution but for cash

'Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile'.

Simon and Garfunkel - The Only Living Boy In New York.

"I'm just a soul whose intentions are good,

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood. "

enjoy

ken

All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme

Romeo and Juliet Dire Straits

My future's so bright, gotta wear shades

Most obtuse:

"Is there gas in the car?  Yes, there's gas in the car..."

Steely Dan, Kid Charlemagne

"Maybe our future looks brighter. Maybe our ship will come in.

Maybe these years an' these muletrain careers will be things we won't think about then".

'Responsibility' by Steve Forbert. It's a deceptively simple and perceptive song about one's relatively carefree youth evolving into the responsibility of adult/family life.

SF is one of my favourite wordsmiths.

John.

But I digress.  I promised you three simple constituent parts to take to your hearts and have so far delivered only two: let’s review. 

Number one, the most important thing in jazz, a bad romance.  Number two, a good travel agent.  Number three.  What could it be?  I’ll tell you right now.  Sea Food.

Well what do you think Buddy Bolden was thinking about back there at Lake Ponchetrain?  I happen to know: Soft shell crab.  And what do you think got Louis Armstrong out of town so fast?  He was gonna go out with some trout.  But nobody said it better than that fine philosopher of jazz, Thomas “Fats” Waller.  He gave us those immortal lines, “Shrimp and rice, mighty nice. Give me some seafood mama!”

I'm a bad mother****er don't you know and i'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get to one fat boys *******....said stagger lee.

Nick Cave

I think you mean MR. Stagger Lee...  One of Nick's greatest if not  best album!

For the time being my favorit 2 opening lines of a song: Life is full of disappointment, yes and I am full of life.

John Gorka.

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

The Boxer - Paul Simon

‘n uh soft lass with brown skin
Bore me seven babies with snappin’ black eyes
‘n beautiful ebony skin
‘n here it is I’m with you my daughter
Thirty years away can make uh seaman’s eyes
Uh round house man’s eyes flow out water
Salt water

Orange Claw Hammer..The Captain