Favourite Lyric

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Mock Cuncher wrote:

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Never heard that one. Which song is it from?

D'you wanna be in my gang , my gang, my gang, D'you wanna be in my gang, Oh Yeah!

Not too keen on the singer though

Far far too many to mention - but how about this for starters?


Venus de Milo was a wonderful lass,
She had the world in the palm of her hand.
She lost both her arms in a wrestling match
With a brown-eyed handsome man.

Apposite? Certainly one of my favourites.....

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Andy_Symons wrote:

Mock Cuncher wrote:

EDIT: That post didn't work, I'll come to add mine later...probs tomo in work.

Never heard that one. Which song is it from?

The last time a chap named 'Symons' got shirty with me was when I was visiting the family lands in Catalonia and some northern oik had 'lost his ball'. After much verbal debate which he was frankly inadequately tooled for, the local constable, Señor Rodriguez, waded in, baton ablazing:

'We don't want your people from Sheffield coming here on their cheap package holidays!'

No, old bean, we certainly do not! Poor old Pedro has quite enough on his plate without being subjected to a summer influx of Yorkshire yobbos puking their way across the Costa del Sol. But why, I ask, are these same oiks permitted to ramble across an Englishman's land from dawn until dusk? I quite agree that the ghastly stench of the proletarian classes ought not to be inflicted on our poor Continental cousins, but surely the same courtesy should be extended to me and to other landowners? I spend most of my summers chasing shell-suited plebs off my estate with a shotgun and frankly, chaps, it gets rather wearying. The leafy shires of our own realm require cleansing before we even think about protecting Pedro from the barbarian hordes Cameron!

Where was I though Symons?.. ah yes, lyrics. A fitting one:

Quote :

He knows theres fewer more distressing sights than that
Of an Englishman in a baseball cap
And we'll die in the class we were born
But that's a class of our own my love

Working in the rain cutting down wood
Didn't do my little brother much good
Lost two fingers ina chainsaw bite
All he does now is drink and fight
Sells a bit of grass hots up cars
Talks of travel never gets far
Loves his kids left his wife
An everyday story of country life

And the red brick cottage where I was born
Is the empty shell of a holiday home
Most of the year there's no-one there
The village is dead and they don't care
Now we live on the edge of town
Haven't been back since the pub closed down
One man's family pays the price
FOr another man's visio of country life

My old man is eighty four
His generation won the war
He left the farm forever when
They only kept on one in ten
Landed gentry county snobs
Where were you when they lost their jobs
No-one marched or subsidised
To save a country way of life

Silent fields empty lanes
Drifting smoke distant flames
Picture postcard hills on fire
Cattle burning in funeral pyres
Out to graze they look so sweet
We hate the blood we want the meat
Buy me a beer I'll take my knife
Cut you a slice of country life

If you want cheap food well here's the deal
Family farms are brought to heel
Hammer blows of size and scale
Foot and mouth the final nail
The coffin of our English dream
Lies out on the village green
While agri-barons CAP in hand
Strip this green and pleasant land
Of meadow, woodland, hedgerow, pond
What remains gets built upon

No trains, jobs
No shops, no pubs

What went wrong
Country life
It's a little bit of country life

Haul away boys, let them go
Out in the wind and rain and snow.
We've lost more than we'll ever know
Round the rocky shores of England.

Now it’s been twenty-five years or more
I’ve roamed this land from shore to shore
From Tyne to Tamar, Severn to Thames,
From moor to vale, from peak to fen,
Played in cafes and pubs and bars.
I’ve stood in the street with my old guitar.
But I’d be richer than all the rest
If I had a pound for each request
For ‘Duelling Banjos’ ‘American Pie’.
Its enough to make you cry.
‘Rule Britannia’ or ‘Swing Low’ -
Are they the only songs the English know?

Seed, bud, flower, fruit -
They're never gonna grow without their roots.
Branch, stem, shoots - they need roots.

After the speeches when the cake’s been cut,
The disco is over and the bar is shut -
At Christening, birthday, wedding or wake,
What can we sing until the morning breaks?
When the Indian, Asians, Afro, Celts...
It’s in their blood, below the belt...
They’re playing and dancing all night long.
So what have they got right that we’ve got wrong?

Seed, bud, flower, fruit -
Never gonna grow without their roots.
Branch, stem, shoots - we need roots.

Haul away boys, let them go
Out in the wind and the rain and snow.
We’ve lost more than we'll ever know
Round the rocky shores of England.

And a minister said his vision of hell
Is three folk singers in a pub near Wells.
Well I’ve got a vision of urban sprawl -
It’s pubs where no one ever sings at all
And everyone stares at a great big screen -
Over-paid soccer stars, prancing teens,
Australian soap, American rap,
Estuary English, baseball caps.

And we learn to be ashamed before we walk
Of the way we look and the way we talk.
Without our stories or our songs
How will we know where we've come from?
I’ve lost St George in the Union Jack -
It’s my flag too and I want it back.

Seed, bud, flower, fruit -
Never gonna grow without their roots.
Branch, stem, shoots - we need roots.

Haul away boys, let them go
Out in the wind and the rain and snow.
We’ve lost more than we’ll ever know
Round the rocky shores of England.

Sandford- plead ignorance again.Where are they from?

Merv Plummer.

pafcineurope wrote:

Sandford- plead ignorance again.Where are they from?

Merv Plummer.

Devon's Premier Group - Show Of Hands (Steve Knightley & Phil Beer)

The first one was lyrics to 'Country Life' released 2003 on the album of the same name, & second one is lyrics for 'Roots' released 2006 on the album Witness.

Thanks. I'll give them a look at/listen to.

Merv P.

pafcineurope wrote:

Thanks. I'll give them a look at/listen to.

Merv P.

A pleasure... plenty on you tube

You know your worst is better than their best - Open your heart, Human League

A parting on the left becomes a parting on the right - Won't get fooled again, The Who

I woke up in a Soho doorway, a policeman knew my name. He said "You can go sleep at home tonight, if you can get up and walk away" - Who are you? The Who


Wonder how often that last one would happen these days? More likely to get banged up for breach of the peace.

Fighting in dance halls happens anyway
Sometimes it makes me stop and think
Most times it makes me turn away

When you swim in the sea and an eel bites your knee, that's a Moray.

Thought you were smart when you took them on, but you didn't take a peek in their artillery room, all that rugby puts hairs on your chest, what chance have you got against a tie and a crest?

Didn't know this though (taken from Wikipedia):

The song recounts a street battle Paul Weller had read about in the newspapers concerning elements of a Right To Work march going through Slough in 1978 breaking off to attack pupils from Eton College who had been jeering the lunchtime marchers (hence Hello, Hooray, an extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles), rashly thinking that a bunch of 'posh schoolboys' would be an easy target: only for the outnumbered but far fitter college pupils to give them a beating. As the lyric put it: Thought you were smart when you took them on, but you didn't take a peek in their artillery room. All that rugby puts hairs on your chest...

Love a song with a bit of a story behind it.

I won't dance in a club like this, where the girls are slags and the beer tastes just like piss.

Greenjock wrote:

When you swim in the sea and an eel bites your knee, that's a Moray.

I'm happy to admit to a great fondness for the lyrics of 'You're a Lady' by Peter Skellern. Quite possibly the most poetic way of asking for a quick shag ever devised. Nice brass band, too.

(When we get onto guitar solos, I'll be expounding the virtues of the solo in 'Goodbye to Love' by the Carpenters. Just so's you're all prepared.)

"She wanted to see the deep blue sea...

...she travelled across Tennessee".

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXfNhHJRA9U (52 sec)

Any thread about favourite lyrics is incomplete without a bit of Warren Zevon. The opening line to 'Werewolves of London' has been voted the greatest opening line to any song ('I saw a Werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand, walking through the streets of Soho in the rain.') but my particular favourite is 'Lawyers Guns and Money':

Well, I went home with the waitress
The way I always do
How was I to know
She was with the Russians, too

I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this

I'm the innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between the rock and the hard place
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck

Now I'm hiding in Honduras
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money
The shit has hit the fan



The late, great Warren Zevon. America's greatest singer/songwriter, imo.

She used to work in a diner
Never saw a woman look finer
I used to order just to watch
her float across the floor

Load 16 tons
and what do you get
another day older
and deeper in debt


My girlfriends gone off with my car
and gone back to her Ma and Pa
telling tales of drunkeness and cruelety

dont wake me, im asleep.

ameaba - salty tears (atjazz remix)

Remember, I remember, all that you said
You told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and

Now you say you love me
.......

Whilst waiting for a taxi,
a man in a tracksuit attacks me.

Says it all really, Kaiser Chiefs, I predict a riot.

I knew you'd be suprised!
Gonna ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop shoot!

Frank Zappa off Joes Garage 1.