Some Of My Favorite Lyrics
Some nice turns of phrases
Certain songs have lyrics that I find fascinating. No great works of poetry, but still fun to listen to.
In The Weight by The Band, they describe what being really tired feels like ~
Pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' 'bout half past dead.
Man... "half past dead"? That's one tired bubba. Any of you ever feel "half past dead"?
Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra. At the end of a perfect day, night begins to fall. I like the way Jeff Lynne describes sunset ~
Mr. Blue you did it right,
but here comes Mr. Night,
creepin' over, now his hand is on your shoulder...
I've always thought that painted a neat mental picture.
What's The Use Of Getting Sober (When You Gonna Get Drunk Again?) by Louis Jordan ~ truer words were never spoken.
Tempted by Squeeze. Some guy cheats on his wife, and can't stop. And I'm not sure if he really wants to quit. This is one of those 'tell a story' songs that never tells the end of the story ~
At my bedside, empty pocket, a foot without a sock
Your body gets much closer
I fumble for the clock, alarmed by the seduction
I wish that it would stop
Ohhhh, mysterious.
Lady Madonna by The Beatles ~
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
What a perfect way to describe a slow Sunday morning.
Can anyone think of any others?
Some nice turns of phrases
Certain songs have lyrics that I find fascinating. No great works of poetry, but still fun to listen to.
In The Weight by The Band, they describe what being really tired feels like ~
Pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' 'bout half past dead.
Man... "half past dead"? That's one tired bubba. Any of you ever feel "half past dead"?
Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra. At the end of a perfect day, night begins to fall. I like the way Jeff Lynne describes sunset ~
Mr. Blue you did it right,
but here comes Mr. Night,
creepin' over, now his hand is on your shoulder...
I've always thought that painted a neat mental picture.
What's The Use Of Getting Sober (When You Gonna Get Drunk Again?) by Louis Jordan ~ truer words were never spoken.
Tempted by Squeeze. Some guy cheats on his wife, and can't stop. And I'm not sure if he really wants to quit. This is one of those 'tell a story' songs that never tells the end of the story ~
At my bedside, empty pocket, a foot without a sock
Your body gets much closer
I fumble for the clock, alarmed by the seduction
I wish that it would stop
Ohhhh, mysterious.
Lady Madonna by The Beatles ~
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
What a perfect way to describe a slow Sunday morning.
Can anyone think of any others?
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