best ever line(s) from a song

from the song "my own worst enemy" by lit

Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?
I didn't mean to call you that;
I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me

Please tell me,Please tell me why?
My car is in the front yard
And I'm sleeping with my clothes oooon
I came in through the window last night
And you're gone


Zip-lock
Lit

I've been stealing
Time where I can get it from
I've been losing
Grip on what I used to hold
If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a ziploc bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Tell me
When I start to blow it
Would you show me
What I need to do
Before you hate me
I could never live with that so
Tell me
Before you're better off without me
I've been watching you
Sleeping with a troubled look
I'm sure your bad dreams
Are probably all about me
And better off without me
If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a ziploc bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Tell me
When I start to blow it
Would you show me
What I need to do
Before you hate me
I could never live with that so
Tell me
Before you're better off without me

I've customized my own station on Yahoo. It's pretty cool. Go to yahoo and click on "music."

BRILLIANT! Thanks for the name of the group...I love that song

nice, they are i believe a one hit wonder with that song, but i heard the ziplock song on a cd sampler and it is equally infectious, if you get a chance check it out, as for thier other out put i couldn't tell you

I seem to remember it didn't like my Firefox browser

written by Stan Jones

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o
Ghost riders in the sky

the versions I've had over the years were Marty Robbins, The Outlaws, Johnny Cash and Frankie Laine

from gram parsons

The news I could bring I met up with the king
On his head an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
And lighted out for some desert town


oh what the hell the whole damn song is good

Return of the Grievous Angel
Thomas S. Brown and Gram Parsons

Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor
And I'll show you how it all went down

Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town

Oh, and I remember something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you

`Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with the waves of grain
And I saw my devil,
and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from
Cheyenne to Tennessee

We flew straight across that river bridge,
last night a half past two
The switchman wave his lantern goodbye
and so long as we went rolling through
Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel
And now I know just what I have to do

And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
He wants to take my money for something
that I've never been shown

And I saw my devil,
and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from
Cheyenne to Tennessee

The news I could bring I met up with the king
On his head an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
And lighted out for some desert town

Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town

Oh, but I remembered something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you

Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you

(We're Not) The Jet Set
John Prine

By a fountain back in Rome I fell in love with you
In a small cafe in Athens You said you loved me too
And it was April in Paris when I first held you close to me
Rome, Georgia, Athens, Texas And Paris, Tennessee

No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
There's no Riviera
In Festus, Missouri
And you won't find Onassis
In Mullinville, Kansas
No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love

No, We're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
Our steak and martinis
Is draft beer with weenies
Our Bach and Tchaikovsky
Is Haggard and Husky
No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love

No, We're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
The Prine and DeMent set
Ain't the flaming suzette set
Our Bach and Tchaikovsky
Is Haggard and Husky
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love

here's an epic by Frank Zappa & the Mothers
i'm especially fond of the line, be a jerk, go to work.

Brown shoes
Don't make it
Brown shoes
Don't make it
Quit school
Why fake it?
Brown shoes
Don't make it...

TV dinner by the pool
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school
You're okay--he's too weird
Be a plumber
He's a bummer
He's a bummer
Every summer
Be a loyal plastic robot for a world that doesn't care...
Smile at every ugly
Shine on your shoes & cut your hair

Be a joik
And go t' woik
Be a joik
And go t' woik
Be a joik
And go t' woik
Be a joik
And go t' woik
Do your job & do it right
Life's a ball
TV tonight...
Do you love it?
Do you hate it?
There it is...
The way you made it...
YARRRRRRRRRRRGH-H-H!

A world of secret hungers
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away
In a drawer... in a desk
By a naugahyde chair
On a rug where they walk and drool
Past the girls in the office

Hratche-plche
Hratche-plche
Hratche-plche
Hratche-plche

We see in the back of the City Hall mind
The dream of a girl about thirteen
Off with her clothes and into a bed
Where she tickles his fancy all night lonnnnnnnnng

His wife's attending an orchid show
She squealed for a week to get him to go
But back in the bed, his teen-age queen
Is rocking & rolling & acting obscene
Baby baby
Hratche-plche
Hratche-plche
Baby baby
Hratche-plche
Hratche-plche

And he loves it! He loves it! It curls up his toes
She bites his fat neck and it lights up his nose
But he cannot be fooled, old City Hall Fred
She's nasty! She's nasty! She digs it in bed!

Do it again and do it some more
That does it by golly, it's nasty for sure
Nasty nasty nasty, nasty nasty nasty
(Only thirteen and she knows how to nasty...)

She's a dirty young mind
Corrupted, corroded
Well she's thirteen today
And I hear she gets loaded
P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum
P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum
P-bum

If she were my daughter, I'd...
What would you do daddy?
If she were my daughter, I'd...
What would you do daddy?
If she were my daughter, I'd...
What would you do daddy?
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again, oh baby!
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again
She's a teen-age baby and she turns me on
I'd like to make her do a nasty on the White House lawn
Gonna smother that girl in chocolate syrup -
And boogie till the cows come home

Time to go home - Madge is on the phone
Gotta meet the Gurney's
And a dozen grey attorneys
TV dinner by the pool
I'm so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball
I run the world from City Hall!

A classic. We used to go around singing this one...even though we were striving to join the mainstream that Zappa was ridiculing

more zappa

She had that
Camarillo brillo
Flamin' out along her head,
I mean her Mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red

On the way home from the gig tonight I heard a station play Chet Baker's But Not For me with great lyrics by Ira Gerschwin

They're writing songs of love - but not for me
A lucky star's above - but not for me
With love to lead the way I've found more clouds of gray
Than any russian play - could guarantee

I was a fool to fall - and get that way
Hi ho alas and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess she's not for me

This one always makes me smile and, sometimes even, laugh out loud.
The genre is Irish C & W...

I'm always lighthearted and easy
Not a care in the wurr-eld have I
For I know that I'm loved by a colleen
& I couldn't forget if I tried

She lives far away o'er the mountains
Where the little birds sing in the trees
In a cottage all covered with ivy
My Eileen is waiting for me

CHORUS
It's over, it's over the mountains
Where the llittle birds sing in the trees
In a cottage all covered with ivy
My Eileen is waiting for me

(sad verse)
The time I bid goodbye to Eileen
Is a time I will never forget
For the tears bubbled up from their slumber
I fancy I see them yet

They looked like the pearls in the ocean
As she wept her tale of love
& she said "my dear boy, don't forget me
'Til we meet here again or above".

(all together...)
It's over, it's over the mountains
Where the llittle birds sing in the trees
In a cottage all covered with ivy
My Eileen is waiting for me.

First we give you bent coppers, then Riverdance, now this....

...it never ends...thanks

from 10cc

"I keep your picture upon the wall
It hides a nasty stain that's lyin' there
So don't you ask me to give it back
I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me"

from the boomtown rats

"And when the record is over
The passion's been spent
The movie winds down and says "The End" in French
I tell all the lies
But do I have to pretend it's true?"

Just bought a Dictators album. And the best part has to be the lyrics. Funny stuff.

Here are my favorite words so far.

And to you PC jerks, IT'S A JOKE!


Master Race Rock:

Hippies are squares with long hair
And they don't wear no underwear
Country Rock is on the way
I don't wan't music, I won't pay (?)

Dictators can't swing (?)
Make you dance and sing
Cause no oil spil (?)
You don't know us, but you will!

We're the members of the master race
Got no style, and we got no grace
Sleep all night, sleep all day
Nothing good on t.v. anyway

Gasoline shortage won't stop me now, Oh no!

We've reached a higher spiritual plain
That is so high, I can't explain
We tell jokes to make you laugh
We play sports so we don't get fat

We can't sweat and stink
We can't eat and drink
Don't do what we're told
And we're scared of growing old!

We're the members of the master race
We don't judge you by your face
First we check to see what you eat
Then we bend down and smell your feet

Hope you don't pick your nose!

My favorite part of growing up
Is when I'm sick and throwing up
It's the dues you've got to pay
For eating burgers every day

Take my vitamin C
No one's good for me
Life can take it's toll
When you're living
ROCK N' ROLL!!!

We're the members of the master race
Got no tact, and we got no taste
First you put your sneakers on
Going outside to have some fun

Dont forget to wipe your ass!

C'mon guys!

LETS GO! x13

kinda reminds me of this tune

The Thing That Only Eats Hippies
The Dead Milkmen

Wendel brought it to life in his guest room bath tub
It was a special project for his 4-H club
But it broke loose out in the middle of the night
And now it's eatin' flower children left and right

All the punks are gonna scream yippee
'Cause it's the thing that only eats hippies

First it cruised on out to Malibu
And ate a couple a' surfers
Who where too tough to chew
So it slithered it's way
Out to old Irvine
And ate a couple a' hippies
And they tasted just fine

Now its got a sweet tooth for long hair
So Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware

Followin' the Dead is how it gets it's kicks
Shame it wasn't born in 1966
Listens to the music and begins to sway
Dreamin' acid dreams of a hippie souffle
Hey hey hey

What do they taste like -
Some kind a' treat?
How many hippies can this monster eat?
It ate Stills and Nash before they could shout
And then it chewed on David Crosby
But it spit him out

All the punks are gonna scream yippee
'Cause it's the thing that only eats hippies

There it goes
Gonna send 'em all to that big Folk Festival in the sky
So long suckers!

Yeah, the Dead Milkmen make me laugh too.

Dead bull with a life on the low
I'll be massive conquistador
gimme soul or show me the door
Metal heavy, soft at the core

Qotsa - You think i ain't worth a dollar but i feel like a millionaire

Because they'll never do the things they wish that they could do so well
no they'll never do the things they wish that they could do soo... well
no they'll never do the things that you do and i do so well.

Razorlight - Golden Touch
A massive amount of words to try and fit into one breath