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My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me Sue.

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Ian Dury on a song about his art school mentor and Beatles album cover designer Peter Blake

 

Who's got the toughest brush with the sweetest strokes at the Royal Academy for Jack-the-lademy?
Mr. Blake is the actual bloke at the Royal College of Useful Knowledge
He plays his part without complaint at the Royal Society for Insobriety
Gets his pencils and his paint from the Royal Commission for Intuition

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He treasures every mortal scrap at the Royal Borough of Extremely Thorough

Peter Blake is the actual chap at the Royal Enclosure of Cool Composure

And such nice beauties do impart from the Royal Exchange of Rare and Strange

The wonders of his noble art at the Royal Tournament of Glad You're Born-ament

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An excerpt from Warm Wet Circles by Marillion

Lyrics by Fish

 

I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths
A classroom's shabby butterflies
Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes
Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations
Rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass

Sharing cigarettes with experience with her giggling jealous confidantes
She faithfully traces his name with quick bitten fingernails
Through the tears of condensation that'll cry through the night
As the glancing headlights of the last bus kiss adolescence goodbye

 

Pure Quality.

 

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1 minute ago, Bullionaire said:

Nope, Dry the river - Gethsemane :)

Great lyric, sounds like Rage, and it fits perfectly into a track i listened to about five times today already

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We are secrets to each other
Each one's life a novel
No-one else has read
Even joined in bonds of love
We're linked to one another
By such slender threads
We are planets to each other
Drifting in our orbits
To a brief eclipse
Each of us a world apart
Alone and yet together
Like two passing ships
Just between us
I think it's time for us to recognize
The differences we sometimes feared to show
Just between us
I think it's time for us to realize
The spaces in between
Leave room
For you and I to grow
 
Peart. Rush - Entre Nous

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5 hours ago, Norskgeld said:

An excerpt from Warm Wet Circles by Marillion

Lyrics by Fish

 

I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths
A classroom's shabby butterflies
Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes
Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations
Rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass

Sharing cigarettes with experience with her giggling jealous confidantes
She faithfully traces his name with quick bitten fingernails
Through the tears of condensation that'll cry through the night
As the glancing headlights of the last bus kiss adolescence goodbye

 

Pure Quality.

 

Do you realise? Do you realise?
Do you realise, this world is totally fugazi
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets
To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary

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And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolour I must fear evil
For I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
That parade the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation in the guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, Minister care for your children
Order them not into damnation
To eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory for ever and ever
Amen

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When I hold you in my arms (oh, yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh, yeah)
I know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah)
Because, (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang bang shoot shoot)

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37 minutes ago, Blockhead said:

Doctor Wu from Katy Lied by Steely Dan. One of my favourites. Been listening to that song fairly regularly for over twenty years. 

I love it that the album cover for Katy Lied has the picture of a Katydid (to stress the point that Katy did lie). LOL (only Steely Dan with their convoluted thinking could come up with that).

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It's become a meme, but I've always liked the line "The lunatics have taken over the asylum".

Also, the entire lyrics of Dylan's "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" and Abba's "The Winner Takes it All".

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