Favorite Line From Any Song

[condemned2bfree]

 

I put my hands into the roaring flames

I felt the pain as it started to burn

I've done the same thing over again and again

As if I never ever wanted to learn

Moving through the world at obsession speed

Leave a dust trail crossing the land

I'm crying out in fury to the gods of fate

Come on, get me if you can

I'm a master at the art of how to kill

I've killed the things that I love the best

There's blood on the walls of my home

Patterned with the coward's kiss

And love it is the key that unlocks the door

But you never know what's waiting behind

Crying out in fury to the gods of fate

Come and get me if you can

 

I'm screaming in the wind, screaming in the rain

Screaming in the face of the storm

Howling in out in the roaring surf

With the waves crashing down into foam

To feel something without a weakness

As She batters me down into the sand

Crying out in fury to the gods of fate

Come on and get me if you can

Now I understand what they told me years ago

How the stakes get higher and higher the further that you go

It's a bad time to look for forgiveness

It's a bad time for searching for home

The Wall came down in a thousand pieces

Now everybody's building their own

Disillusioned little children of the Western World

Time hangs heavy in our hands

We cry out in our fury to the gods of fate

Come on and get us if you can

We're crying out in our pride to the gods of fate

Come on and get us if you can

I'm crying out to the gods who couldn't care less

Come and get me if you can

[condemned2bfree]

And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more,

Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years,

All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire,

Can't replace or relate, can't release or repair,

Take my hand and I'll show you what was and will be.

[condemned2bfree]

Living in your own Private Idaho

Underground like a wild potato.

[JohnnyBlaze]

Idiot wind

Blowing every time you move your mouth

Blowing down the back roads headin’ south

Idiot wind

Blowing every time you move your teeth

You’re an idiot, babe

It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

[Entre_Perpetuo]

And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus

Leave Levon far behind

Take a balloon, and go sailin'

While Levon, Levon slowly dies

[driventotheedge]

You're nearly a laugh

You're nearly a laugh

But you're really a cry

 

 

 

 

 

Picture a courthouse with no fukking laws

Picture a cathouse with no fukking whores

Picture a shithouse with no fukking drains

Picture a leader with no fukking brains

No fukking brains, no fukking brains

No fukking brains, no fukking brains

No fukking brains, no fukking brains

No fukking brains, no fukking brains

Edited December 28, 2020 by driventotheedge

[Weatherman]

When I was a little bitty boy

My grandmother bought me a cute little toy

Silver bells hangin' on a string

She told me it was my ding a ling

 

And then mother took me to Grammar School

But I stopped all in the vestibule

Every time that bell would ring

Catched me playin' with my ding a ling

 

[Chorus]

My ding a ling, my ding a ling

I want to play with my ding a ling

My ding a ling, my ding a ling

I want to play with my ding a ling

Edited December 28, 2020 by Weatherman

[Fridge]

Beauty finds refuge in herself

Lovers wrapped inside each others lies

Beauty is such a terrible thing

She is suffering yet more than death

 

She is suffering

She sucks you deeper in

She is suffering

You exist within her shadow

Edited December 30, 2020 by Fridge

[lifeson90]

If not a line from Rush:

 

She had the face of an angel

Smiling with sin

A body of Venus with armssss

 

 

 

[goose]

Living in your own Private Idaho

Underground like a wild potato.

Don't go on the patio.

[goose]

When I was a little bitty boy

My grandmother bought me a cute little toy

Silver bells hangin' on a string

She told me it was my ding a ling

 

And then mother took me to Grammar School

But I stopped all in the vestibule

Every time that bell would ring

Catched me playin' with my ding a ling

 

[Chorus]

My ding a ling, my ding a ling

I want to play with my ding a ling

My ding a ling, my ding a ling

I want to play with my ding a ling

Chuck Berry's biggest hit. Weird.

[driventotheedge]

In the high school halls

In the shopping malls

Conform or be cast out

 

In the basement bars

In the backs of cars

Be cool or be cast out

 

 

 

If you grew up in the burbs, you know and likely experienced the ugly truth to these lyrics.

[Entre_Perpetuo]

Pause, rewind, replay

Warm memory chip

Random sample

Hold the one you need

 

This is casually one of Peart's most moving images. R.I.P.

[driventotheedge]

You don't see no hearses with luggage racks

 

A man with a briefcase can steal more money than any man with a gun

 

 

 

 

Both lines by Don Henley

Edited January 18, 2021 by driventotheedge

[goose]

You don't see no hearses with luggage racks

 

A man with a briefcase can steal more money than any man with a gun

 

 

 

 

Both lines by Don Henley

Don's got some great lyrics. :yes:

I always liked this line...

 

Out on the road today, I saw a deadhead sticker on a Cadillac...

Edited January 19, 2021 by goose

[zepphead]

And if California slides into the ocean

Like the mystics and statistics say it will

I predict this motel will be standing ... until I pay my bill

 

Warren Zevon - Desperados Under The Eaves

Edited January 19, 2021 by zepphead

[driventotheedge]

You don't see no hearses with luggage racks

 

A man with a briefcase can steal more money than any man with a gun

 

 

 

 

Both lines by Don Henley

Don's got some great lyrics. :yes:

I always liked this line...

 

Out on the road today, I saw a deadhead sticker on a Cadillac...

Little voice inside my head said don't look back

You can never look back

 

Henley is a fantastic songwriter and brilliant lyricist. Not quite Dylan but not miles behind either.

 

 

 

I was flying back from Lubbock

And I saw Jesus on the plane

Or maybe it was Elvis

You know they kinda look the same

Edited January 19, 2021 by driventotheedge

[Weatherman]

You don't see no hearses with luggage racks

 

A man with a briefcase can steal more money than any man with a gun

 

 

 

 

Both lines by Don Henley

Don's got some great lyrics. :yes:

I always liked this line...

 

Out on the road today, I saw a deadhead sticker on a Cadillac...

Little voice inside my head said don't look back

You can never look back

 

Henley is a fantastic songwriter and brilliant lyricist. Not quite Dylan but not miles behind either.

 

 

 

I was flying back from Lubbock

And I saw Jesus on the plane

Or maybe it was Elvis

You know they kinda look the same

 

"You better take a fool's advice

And take care of your own..."

 

I was probably listening to that song for twenty years before I realized that he was admitting his own faults.

 

Also:

"O' beautiful, for spacious skies

But now those skies are threatening

They're beating plowshares into swords

For this tired old man that we elected king..."

[driventotheedge]

You don't see no hearses with luggage racks

 

A man with a briefcase can steal more money than any man with a gun

 

 

 

 

Both lines by Don Henley

Don's got some great lyrics. :yes:

I always liked this line...

 

Out on the road today, I saw a deadhead sticker on a Cadillac...

Little voice inside my head said don't look back

You can never look back

 

Henley is a fantastic songwriter and brilliant lyricist. Not quite Dylan but not miles behind either.

 

 

 

I was flying back from Lubbock

And I saw Jesus on the plane

Or maybe it was Elvis

You know they kinda look the same

 

"You better take a fool's advice

And take care of your own..."

 

I was probably listening to that song for twenty years before I realized that he was admitting his own faults.

 

Also:

"O' beautiful, for spacious skies

But now those skies are threatening

They're beating plowshares into swords

For this tired old man that we elected king..."

 

The cowboy's name was Jingo

And he heard that there was trouble

So in a blaze of glory

He rode out of the west

No one was ever certain

What it was that he was sayin'

But they loved it when he told them

They were better than the rest

[driventotheedge]

^^^ I might add that I think The End of the Innocence is an absolute masterpiece. Easily one of my favorite albums of all-time.

[condemned2bfree]

 

 

You're the grass, you're the trees

You're the thing that makes the wind

You're the roots of the sky

You're an island

You never move, you never sleep

You're the thought I cannot keep

You're a denessen of the deep

You're an island

 

 

You're the moon, you're the glass

Down stone the donkeys ass

Up above the heavens laugh

 

You're an island

[condemned2bfree]

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau

Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know

Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand

To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands

There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop

And an illustrated book about birds

You see a lot up there but don't be scared

Who needs actions when you got words.

[condemned2bfree]

Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife

How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie

And understand these things are what give us the right

To go around the world acting superior

We live with missiles and the armaments cache

With rewritten histories and a fictional past

And though some of us still have questions to ask

This ship, she sails without a captain.....

[condemned2bfree]

In fear every day, every evening

He calls her aloud from above

Carefully watched for a reason

Painstaking devotion and love

Surrendered to self preservation

From others who care for themselves

A blindness that touches perfection

But hurts just like anything else.

[condemned2bfree]

Where people speak, but seldom meet.