Great song that, second to Vincent Black Lightning 1952 though I'd say:

Said James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a '52 Vincent and a Redheaded girl.
Now Nortons and Indians and Greavses won't do.
Oh, they don't have a Soul like a Vincent '52."

Josh Ritter 'Nightmares'

Nightmares have their dreams, as well
And when they sleep, they go to hell
And they drink their fill on lakes of blood
Canter 'cross the skull-paved mud
Nurse their little colts on flies
Their coltish teeth like kitchen knives
And look down from abysmal cliffs
Their dead hair by the lead wind riffed
On denizens too deep to see
Whose own dreams nightmares’ nightmares be

I was under the Calvary Cross
The pale-faced lady she said to me
I've watched you with my one green eye
And I'll hurt you 'till you need me

You scuff your heels and you spit on your shoes
You do nothing with reason
One day you catch a train
Never leaves the station

Everything you do
Everything you do
You do for me

Now you can make believe on your tin whistle
And you can be my broom-boy
Scrub me 'till I shine in the dark
I'll be your light 'till doomsday

Oh it's a black cat cross your path
And why don't you follow
My claw's in you and my lights in you
This is your first day of sorrow

"Mister the day the lottery I win, I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again"

"Well the neighbors come from near and far
As we pull up in our brand new used car
I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry
And tell 'em all they can kiss our asses goodbye."

Springsteen, "Used Cars"

Fleetwood Mac , Rumours. Best album ever made. Also, Joni Mitchell, Blue

Best lyrics by a woman. Love song that is honest, no fluff or idealization

I've been a bad, bad girl
I've been careless with a delicate man
And it's a sad, sad world
When a girl will break a boy
Just because she can
Don't you tell me to deny it
I've done wrong, and I wanna suffer for my sins
I've come to you 'cause I need guidance to be true
And I just don't know where I can begin
What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love
Heaven help me for the way I am
Save me from these evil deeds before I get them done
I know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand
But I keep livin' this day
Like the next will never come
Oh help me, but don't tell me to deny it
I've got to cleanse myself
Of all these lies till I'm good enough for him
I've got a lot to lose
And I'm bettin' high, so I'm beggin' you
Before it ends, just tell me where to begin
What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love
Let me know the way
Before there's hell to pay
Give me room to lay the law and let me go
I've got to make a play
To make my lover stay
So what would an angel say?
The devil wants to know
What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love
What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Every time I visit this thread something new will be in my head.

Fairytale of New York (the Christmas song for degenerates)

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you

.....

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

Sprawl II
They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days my life, I feel it has no purpose
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface

Leonard Cohen is also a cheat code, imo:

Anthem
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in

Chelsea Hotel #2
I remember you well in Chelsea Hotel
You were famous, your heart was a legend
You told me again you preferred handsome men
But for me you would make an exception

Hallelujah is also genius, but unfortunately overplayed and covered.

Always grateful for those few who made an exception for me.

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I never understood, but likewise was grateful.

That's always been my favorite line of his.

You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
Skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
Blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell
General Abrams and Spiro Agnew
To eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star
Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs
The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner
Because the revolution will not be televised, brother
There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays
Pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run
Or trying to slide that color TV into a stolen ambulance
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
Or report from 29 districts
The revolution will not be televised
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
Brothers on the instant replay
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
Brothers on the instant replay
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young
Being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will be no slow motion or still lifes of Roy Wilkens
Strolling through Watts in a red, black and green
Liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion
Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction
Will no longer be so damned relevant
And women will not care if Dick finally got down with Jane
On "Search for Tomorrow" because black people
Will be in the street looking for a brighter day
The revolution will not be televised
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news
And no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists
And Jackie Onassis blowing her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb
Or Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink or the Rare Earth
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be right back
After a message about a white tornado, white lightning or white people
You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom
The tiger in your tank or the giant in your toilet bowl
The revolution will not go better with Coke
The revolution will not fight germs that may cause bad breath
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised
Will not be televised, will not be televised
The revolution will be no re-run, brothers
The revolution will be live

The Atavar comes to life! You should make this a holiday tradition.

Aldous Harding 'what if birds aren't singing, they're screaming'

What if birds aren't singing they're screaming
I got high, I thought I saw an angel
But he was just a ghost
He was making wooden posts out of my family

What if birds aren't singing they're screaming
What if birds aren't singing they're screaming

What if my moon gets caught up in my waning
Trapped under a sky left blacker than the eyes of my visitors

What if birds aren't singing they're screaming
What if birds aren't singing they're screaming

I got high, I thought I saw an angel
But it was just a ghost heaving under his cloak

No hypnosis like a mass hypnosis cause a mass hypnosis isn't happening.

-They Might Be Giants, Lake Monsters

Although I didn’t worry about the dove in the bedroom, I did worry about the Budgie that we found lost and kept in the shower room. Mainly because we were brewing a batch of beer in there. A particularly earthy taste that batch had.
Budgie was safely reunited with its owner.

“He’s got a mind like a sewer, and a heart like a fridge”

Man out of time, Elvis Costello

“Now it’s just the three of us, you, me and all that stuff that we are so scared of”.

Tunnel of love, Bruce Springsteen

“Two lovers kissing in the scream of midnight, two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude.”

That’s entertainment, the Jam

“There is a town in North Ontario
Dream comfort memory to spare
And in my mind I still need a place to go
All my changes were there

Blue, blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the sky
Throwing shadows on our eyes

The chains are locked and tied across the door

Leaves us
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless”

~ Neil Young

Just being alive can really hurt sometimes

Kate Bush

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I never liked Kenny Rogers at all - except for this song - it's a monster - so much reminds me of my days trippin' - those days are long gone - about age 29 I quit drugs entirely - but still, it's fun to remember


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“You’re dressed to kill, and guess who’s dying “

Dance away, Roxy music

“It made me so happy when you started to cry”

It started with a kiss, Hot Chocolate

“Loneliness is a crowded room, full of open hearts turned to stone, altogether all alone “

Dance Away Roxy music

Probably could fill the whole tread with Roxy



I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing?
As free as the wind
Hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning?
More than this, you know there is nothing
More than this, tell me one thing
More than this, there is nothing
It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we're going?
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning?
More than this, you know there is nothing
More than this, tell me one thing
More than this, now there is nothing
More than this, nothing
More than this
More than this, nothing