Clever lyrics ?

[RizzoTheRat]

I think it was Ed Byrne who did a whole piece on how the only ironic thing about the song ironic is that was is was written by someone who doesn't understand irony.
Something along the lines of "a traffic jam when you're already late" isn't ironic it's unfortunate. Unless you're a town planner on the way to give a talk about how your new road layout had solved traffic congestion in the area.

[Moominho]

Kid Rock, Bawitdaba:

Bawitdaba, da bang, da dang diggy diggy
Diggy, said the boogie, said up jump the boogie [x4]
My name is Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid
Kid Rock.

[Moominho]

BRR said:

All the weekend rock stars are in the toilets practicing their lines

On a more serious note, that whole song is very witty and well written. I particularly liked;

Yeah but his bird said it's amazing, though so all that's left,
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf.

[yellowjack]

You took the fun, don't think it's yours to keep
I'm coming back to get what's mine
The trolley of life is full with nothing that I like
So bring it 'round some other time




The Twang - Took The Fun

[The Don of Croy]

Heard this again recently -

So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your Granddad had to sweat so you could buy

- from 'The Office' but had to google who wrote it originally...Mike D'Abo (Manfred Mann). Everyday's a schoolday.

Great lyrics. The might Rod's version is the one I remember from my youth, but why is the girl dependent on her Grandpa's income and not her own Father's? Answers on a post card, please.

[Nimby]

10cc

When the barman said "What're you drinking?"
I said "Marriage on the rocks".

[durbster]

Moominho said:

BRR said:

All the weekend rock stars are in the toilets practicing their lines

On a more serious note, that whole song is very witty and well written. I particularly liked;

Yeah but his bird said it's amazing, though so all that's left,
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf.

Alex Turner's lyrics could have a thread of their own.

I love how utterly humbling this last line is:

Alex Turner said:

Bite the lightning
But tell me how it tastes
Kung-fu fighting
On your roller skates
Do the Macarena in the devil's lair
But just don’t sit down 'cause I've moved your chair

[bullfis7]

RizzoTheRat said:

I think it was Ed Byrne who did a whole piece on how the only ironic thing about the song ironic is that was is was written by someone who doesn't understand irony.

Isn't it ironic, don't you think...?

[darker grapefruit]

bullfis7 said:

RizzoTheRat said:

I think it was Ed Byrne who did a whole piece on how the only ironic thing about the song ironic is that was is was written by someone who doesn't understand irony.

Isn't it ironic, don't you think...?

A little too ironic...

[Turn7]

4Q said:

I have to agree with you, they wrote some fabulous lines. A favourite of mine "he became drinker and she became mother, she knew that one day she'd be one or the other"

Some of Squeezes' lyrics are heartbreakingly honest, for example :

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's something missing
I'd beg for some forgiveness
But begging's not my business
And she won't write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction

Honesty rather than cleverness though....


Always loved this :

Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude.....

[Athlon]

Our House

Madness

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
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum she's so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down and a mess is not allowed

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our (something tells you that you've got to get away from it)

Father gets up late for work
Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to school
Sees them off with a small kiss
She's the one they're going to miss in lots of ways

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
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

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street, our house


Madness at their best, especially the first verse

[anonymous-user]

'And he looked up, in pained surprise as the concrete-hardened crust,
Of a stale pork pie caught him in the eye,
And Ernie bit the dust'

[TheChampers]

Athlon said:

Our House

Madness

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
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum she's so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down and a mess is not allowed

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our (something tells you that you've got to get away from it)

Father gets up late for work
Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to school
Sees them off with a small kiss
She's the one they're going to miss in lots of ways

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
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

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street, our house


Madness at their best, especially the first verse

Lovely

I do like Richard Butler's turn of phrase.

a phonebook full of accidents
a girl to drive your car
a suit to wear on mondays
and a coat a magazine
a heavy rain a holiday
a painting of the wall
a knife a fork and memories
a light to see it all
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you round
dominoes a pack of cards
a picture of the queen
a dress to wear on sundays
and a handle for the door
a letter that i sent for you
a note you left for me
a wave a pack of cigarettes
a pocket full of beads
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you on
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you round
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you on
the sound of people getting drunk
a ceiling and a sky
a bank that's full of promises
a telephone that lies
a visit from your doctor
he crawls in through the door
a mirror you can look in
so that you know where you are
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you round
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
now i'm left with all of this
a room full of your trash

[vournikas]

darker grapefruit said:

bullfis7 said:

RizzoTheRat said:

I think it was Ed Byrne who did a whole piece on how the only ironic thing about the song ironic is that was is was written by someone who doesn't understand irony.

Isn't it ironic, don't you think...?

A little too ironic...

Yeah, I really do think.

It's like rain........

(Great album, coincidentally chock-full of great lyrics). From my favourite tune on said album:-

I'm broke but I'm happy, I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded, I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful, baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five

[Turn7]

"The problem with falling in love in late bars
Is that there's always more nights, there's always more bars.
The problem with showing your lover your scars
Is that everybody's lover is covered in scars."

"And if music was the food of love
Then I'd be a fat romantic slob
Well music, it's my substitute for love"

"Because there's no such thing as rock stars, there's just people who play music,
and some of them are just like us, and some of them are dicks.
So quick, turn off your stereo, pick up that pen and paper,
you could do much better than some half-arsed skinny English country singer."


All Frank Turner

[Audicab]

Maybe I'm wrong but they just don't get it
I meant what I said just at the time that I said it
Nothing is ever meant to last
I want no mirror, I want no shadow
I want my follies to have no echo
Only the ties to hold on fast

[Dazed and Confused]

Like a gangster
On the run
You will stagger homeward
To your precious one
I'm the one
Who must make everything right
Talk it out till daylight

[227bhp]

280E said:

'And he looked up, in pained surprise as the concrete-hardened crust,
Of a stale pork pie caught him in the eye,
And Ernie bit the dust'

I hate to say it in public, but that is one of my favourite songs.

Anyhow, moving on I give you B. Bragg lyrics sung by the lovely K. Maccoll. If it interests you look up the history of it:

A New England.

"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" etc

[TwigtheWonderkid]

227bhp said:

I hate to say it in public, but that is one of my favourite songs.

Anyhow, moving on I give you B. Bragg lyrics sung by the lovely K. Maccoll. If it interests you look up the history of it:

A New England.

"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" etc

I loved you then as I love you still
Tho I put you on a pedestal,
They put you on the pill

[mini me]

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