re: What’s a verse from a song you enjoy

You can get just so much
From a good thing
You can linger too long
In your dreams
Say goodbye to the
Oldies but goodies
Cause the good ole days weren't
Always good
And tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems

—Keeping the Faith-Billy Joel

I twist a shade to my right
And spit at beelzebub on sight
And go on loving all I see
For here I live on patiently
Clearly now, I tell you man
That all I say Is all I can
For I am nothing but my sin
Until I learn to caste them in

Crystal Wrist - Peter Murphy

And I know a father
Who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons
For the things he'd done
He came a long way
Just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and headed home again

--Paul Simon

We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killin'
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew and soon grew black-hearted
Thinkin' back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned, so in turn I'm kidnappin' his baby's mother
My hand around her collar, feedin' her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was s**tty, so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
I kept feedin' her money 'til her s**t started to make sense
Who could ever foresee?
We used to stay up all night at slumber parties
Now I'm tryna rock his b***h to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears
Know she's wishin' we were still close
Don't cry, it is to be, in time
I'll take away your miseries and make it mine, D'evils

--Jay-Z

That Simon verse is my favorite about a family relationship. The Jay-Z verse has incredible wordplay and metaphors.

You're so pusillanimous oh yeah
Nature's callin' & I must go there...

-- Ron Nasty, "Another Day"

My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of art

Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little week?
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?

But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is Valentine's Day

-- Lorenz Hart, "My Funny Valentine"

I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free.

Don't confront me with my failures
I have not forgotten them.....

These Days,Jackson Browne

quote:

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Life is just a crooked grin, sittin' on the face of a broken man
That's all it ever was
God damn
Hail Satan we're just trying to sell our souls to make us famous but
I just want to hold your hand
I just want to make you mine
I just want to take you out
I want to make you proud, make you proud
All my life I've been laying on a bed of knives and rusty nails
Now I'm sadder than I've ever been but
I'm glad you're doing well

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I'm Glad You're Doing Well- Cottonwood Firing Squad

quote:

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1,2,3,4 - Ramones

"1, 2, 3, Fah!" - the Beatles

"A one and a two and a..." - Lawrence Welk

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"Uno, Dos, Tres, Catorce!" - U2
(1, 2, 3, 14? Never got that one... )

But seriously,

Now the thing about time is that time
Isn't really real
It's just your point of view
How does it feel for you
Einstein said he could never understand it all
Planets spinning through space
The smile upon your face
Welcome to the human race

"Secret O'Life" James Taylor


On the lighter side,

It's a boring day - I've got nothing to do
Except to get a load of retards and drive 'em to the zoo

Load 'em on a bus just for laughs
Down a winding road stepping on the gas
Down a winding road just daydreaming
Down a winding road with the retards screaming

"Takin' Retards to the Zoo" Dead Milkmen

I lit my purest candle close to my
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by,
And I waited in my fleeting house

Before he came I felt him drawing near;
As he neared I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to wound my door and jeer,
And I waited in my fleeting house

"Tell me stories, " I called to the Hobo;
"Stories of cold, " I smiled at the Hobo;
"Stories of old, " I knelt to the Hobo;
And he stood before my fleeting house

-- Tim Buckley, "Morning Glory"