opening lines

Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to talk to you again
--Simon and Garfunkle

You've got a chemistry class
I want a piece of your mind
You don't know what you started
When you mixed it up with mine
--Elvis Costello (Chemistry Class)

When the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights, yeah

Flag Day
Housemartins


Too many Florence Nightingales
Not enough Robin Hoods
Too many halos not enough heroes
Coming up with the goods

Lightfoot's songs really define Canada's natural beauty. I always liked that about him.

I really like this one:

Drive west on Sunset
To the sea
Turn that jungle music down
Just until we're out of town

Steely Dan

A lot of action in just 4 lines

'You're such an inspiration for the ways that I will never, ever choose to be.'

A Perfect Circle

You still up Rae?

Unfortunately, yes! Worked all day at the full-time job and then from six to eleven-thirty at the part-time job.....which, of course, caused a second wind!

I hate when that happens!

Andre Hazes, Een beetje verliefd ("A little in love")

In een discotheek
zat ik van de week
En ik voelde mij daar zo-o alleen
't Was er warm en druk
Ik zat naast een lege kruk
Ik verlangde zo naar jo-ou

(In a discotheque
I was sitting the other week
And I felt so-o alone
It was warm and crowded
I was sitting next to an empty stool
and I longed so for yo-ou)

Supreme, heartfelt kitsch.

Another Dutch one:

Zwarte Riek, M'n wiegie was een stijfselkissie ("My cradle was an empty starch-crate")

De ooievaar kwam aangevlo-ogen,
M'n moeder keek angstig omhoog.
Ze was bezig koppies an 't drogen,
Toen ie bij ons binnenvloo-og ...

(The stork it came flying alo-ong
My mother, she looked up anxiously
She was just wiping dry some cups
When it came flying i-in ...)

Wonderful nimh. Thanks for the bump.

Another Steely.
Sorry, they are my fave lyricists...

In the mornin you go gunnin'
For the man who stole your water
And you fire till he is done in
But they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin'
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin'
And they put you on the street

Just A Few Things That I Ain't
The Beautiful South

When you called me a useless druggie
At least you got half of it right
When you called me a hopeless alcoholic
I'm only hopeless after nine at night

My heart's not ready for the rocking chair
I need somebody who really cares
so tired of livin' solitaire
someday i'm gonna be
safe in the arms of love.

The warden threw a party in the county jail.
As sung by Jake and Elwood.

One of the most bizarre homo-erotic numbers Elvis ever did...and the set?...phew

Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night
With bruised arms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite

incident of 57th street
bruce springsteen

I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music do you -- Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen