re: Best song lyrics of all time

Gov't mule - No Need to Suffer

Woman - suspended in time
Heal yourself - no need to stay blind
Spiral dreams - too much to bear
Spiraling who knows where
Let me take you down
No need to suffer anymore
Wrap yourself in the warmth of my arms
And we'll lie awake till sleep overtakes us
Can't you see
There's no need to suffer anymore
Defenseless, trapped in a cage
Blissfulness devoured by the rage
Fate's been cruel, though the years have been kind
You've go to heal yourself - no need to stay blind
Let me take you down
No need to suffer anymore
Wrap yourself in the warmth of my arms
And we'll laugh out loud while the earth dies screaming
Can't you see
There's no need to suffer anymore
And we'll fly away
And look down at the earth below
Fly away and we'll never look back
No, we'll never look back
Woman suspended in time
Heal yourself - no need to stay blind

i rounded first, never thought of the worst
as i studided the shortstops position
crack went my leg, like the shell of an egg
someone call a decient physician

Does anyone know where the love of God goes, when the waves turn the minutes to hours -Gordon Lightfoot

Ween:

My dinner's on fire while she watches TV
And if you've ever wondered what it's like to be me
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
Yells at my buddies and insults my folks
I'm breakin' my back doin' the best that I can
She's got time for the dog and none for her man
And I'm no dope, but I can't cope
So hit the frickin' road and piss up a rope
You can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin'
Pack your bag, I don't need the ag
On your knees you big, booty bitch start suckin'
You ride my arse like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle
And I can't cope piss up a rope
Uh, you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble
You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle
For the last 6 months I been packin' your bag
You can wash my balls with a warm, wet rag
Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk
I'm sick of your mouth and your 2 percent milk
And I'm no dope, but I've lost all hope
So hit the frickin' road and piss up a rope
You can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin'
Pack your bag, I don't need the age
On your knees you big, booty bitch start suckin'
You ride my arse like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle
And I can't cope piss up a rope

Plenty - but off the top of my head

Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again

MacArthur Park

How great thou art

The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest, was
The low spark of high-heeled boys

Beatles - Yesterday

Let the products sell themselves
frick advertising, commercial psychology
Psychological methods to sell should be destroyed

- D Boon

this one popped in my head in light of all this NIL stuff...

“Tucson Arizona, rises in the heat like a mirage”
Dan Fogelberg
Actually the whole song is poetry

“Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy, won't you look down over me?
Yeah, I got a first class ticket
But I'm as blue as a boy can be”
Marc Cohn