The Favourite Lyrics/Lines From Songs Thread

[harv]

Have been meaning to do this for ages and posting a link to the Al Stewart song 'Accident On 3rd Street' prompted me to do so. Here's a couple of songs to start with:

Al Stewart - Accident On 3rd Street

Linda was killed last Saturday 'bout fifteen blocks from where she lives
in a car crash, people gathered around the gravesite, friends and relatives,
dressed in black.
Preacher mumblin' how she's bound to go to Heaven,
the service started at half-past ten, it was all over by eleven.
They said:
God's to give, and God's to take away,
but why He happened to pick Linda on a Saturday night, no one could say.
Maybe it's just one of those things,
one of those things.

They found guy who did it, he had the lobotomy and the chicken eyes,
and he gazed around the courtroom with a kind of vague suprise.
Reminded me of one of those Vikings with the long-handled swords,
the kind of guy even Joan Baez would not feel non-violent towards.
Said he wasn't looking, maybe he had had a bit too much,
it was dark, it was raining, he didn't see the light of the sun and such.
It was just one of those things,
one of those things.

I asked an old uncle of the girl the situation and he gave me this reply,
while pointing a bony finger up into the general direction of the sky:
"Get on with your own life, it is not ours to reason why,"
said he used to worry about it once when he was young,
now he doesn't even bother to try.
He left me with a feeling that what he said was basically sound,
like a black hole in space, or velocity, useless but profound.
Just one of those things,
one of those things.

Tonight I'm gonna take myself down to my local cafe,
gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna waste myself away.
Gonna drink and drink and sink into that dark abyss,
I wanna be just like that Viking, I wanna know if ignorance is truly bliss.
Linda's in the cold ground, won't see her anymore.
Somewhere out on the highway tonight, the drunken engines roar.
It's just one of those things,
one of those things.

Oh, just one of those things.

Al Stewart - Roads To Moscow

They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day
Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
Waiting for orders we held in the wood - word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away

Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and our knees
And all that I ever was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the smoke on the breeze

All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viasma soon fell
By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
Closer and closer to Moscow they came - riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill

Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads
Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow
And all that I ever was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the snow on the breeze

In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter
Falling back before the gates of Moscow,
Standing in the wings like an avenger
And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You'll never know, you'll never know
Which way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us
As we're stealing through the blackness of the night,
You'll never know, you'll never hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning roads leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming

Two broken Tigers on fire in the night flicker their souls to the wind
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
At home it will almost be spring
The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin

Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down
And all that I ever was able to see
The eyes of the city are opening now it's the end of the dream

I'm coming home, I'm coming home,
Now you can taste it in the wind, the war is over
And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border
And now they ask me of the time
When I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner
"They only held me for a day, a lucky break", I say;
They turn and listen closer
I'll never know, I'll never know
Why I was taken from the line and all the others
To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
And it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen
And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be home again and the morning answers "Never"
And the evening sighs and the steely Russian skies go on forever

Be My Girl...Sally

Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my, be my girl

Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my, be my girl

Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my, be my girl

Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my, Be my girl

I was blue and lonely, I couldn't sleep a wink
And I could only get unconscious if I'd had to much to drink
There was somehow, something wrong somewhere
And each day seemed grey and dead
The seeds of desperation were growing in my head
I needed inspiration, a brand new start in life
Somewhere to place affection, but I didn't want a wife
And then by lucky chance I saw in a special magazine
An ad that was unusual, the like I'd never seen
"Experience something different with our new imported toy
She's loving, warm, inflatible and a guarantee of joy."
She came all wrapped in cardboard, all pink and shrivelled down
A breath of air was all she needed to make her lose that frown
I took her to the bedroom and pumped her with some life
And later in a moment that girl became my wife
And so I sit her in the corner and sometimes stroke her hair
And when I'm feeling naughty I blow her up with air
She's cuddly and she's bouncy, she's like a rubber ball
I bounce her in the kitchen and I bounce her in the hall
And now my life is different since Sally came my way
I wake up in the morning and have her on a tray
She's everything they say she was and I wear a permanent grin
And I only have to worry in case my girl wears thin

Won't you be my girl, won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my, be my girl
Won't you be my girl, won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my, be my girl
Won't you be my girl, won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my, be my girl

Had to select the entire monologue because it's pretty impossible to narrow down only a few lines of awesomeness. Fantastic guitar riff too.

[harv]

Well bollocks to you all, I thought it was a great idea for a thread lol

[Dragontao]

Trouble is Harv, there are so many great lyrics in great songs. I could list loads from the Jam alone.