A thread for great song lyrics

[Norah]

There was a terrible storm and you were wearing all our coats.

[stip]

That's a nice lyric

[Brett]

There's an invisible church inside of me
It's deep, dark, and united
I don't know why I'd hide it
But I must have done some kind of good job
'Cause now I can't even find it

[William Bloke]

'Cause everybody hates a tourist

[William Bloke]

If u think that I'm a loser
Well you suck,
'cause u know I ain't nothin' but a user
of your love

[LoathedVermin72]

If pressed, I would probably choose this song as my all-time favorite lyrically. Gareth Liddiard takes something seemingly mundane (using Google Street View (nine eyes = the nine lenses of the Street View camera) to revisit one's childhood home) and elevates it to an existential meditation on the relationship between childhood, adulthood, and contemporary solipsism. Amazing.

I took a strangely disembodied walk down memory lane
to the home of my late mother and my youth
under the full glare of a hot LCD sun
I rode nine-eyed survivor, Street View
like the last of the liquidators before lights out
or the first return to Pripyat, my nine-eyed scout
it wasn't at all distressing, just a wilderness
it's something you can do while you are home alone in bed

seems I'm all I need, I'm finally on my own
hey, I'm all I need, I'm finally on my own

and everything was just like I remembered it to be
everything was like 25 years before me
I spied through all the windows, surveyed the lawns
but what kind asshole drives this lime green Commodore?
he ain't got no right to be here, that's my name in the curb
my number on the letter box, my goldfish being interred
I learned to ride my bike here, I learned the golden rule
but then forgot what it was, which suits me fine
I like things being elliptical

hey, I'm all I need, I'm finally on my own
hey, I'm all I need, I'm finally on my own

I took all that I wanted when I was here before
but now I'm back to loot what's left, I can't get in the door
I guess I need to know if I'll be safe here on my own
but who's this asshole living here now, calling my house his home?
he's pleased like I'm the first by here in years, or leaving last
hidden under gums in his Gyprock dump, with his flatscreen in my past
he laughs himself dry at me outside with nine unsatisfied termites
I shut them all down and they go to ground, then I shut down all the lights

hey, I'm all I need, I'm finally on my own
hey, I'm all I need, I'm finally on my own

[LoathedVermin72]

If you live in this world, you're feelin' the change of the guard

[Simple Torture]

This line from The Mountain Goats' "Letter from Belgium" always gives me a laugh:

Martin calls to say he's sending old electrical equipment
That's good--we can always use some more electrical equipment

[stip]

I'm not a huge fan of the mountain goats but that guy is an amazing lyricst

[epilogue]

I'm not a huge fan of the mountain goats but that guy is an amazing lyricst

Have you read his novel?

[stip]

go on...

[epilogue]

A New York Times Bestseller
Nominated for the National Book Award, Finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for First Fiction, and Winner of the Alex Award, "One of the Most Compelling Books of the Year" (Blake Butler, Vice)

http://www.amazon.com/Wolf-White-Van-Jo ... +white+van

[stip]

you've read it, I presume?

[Jorge]

I have. It's wonderful. John Darnielle is a treasure.

[epilogue]

you've read it, I presume?

I just started reading it today, actually. So far, I'm really digging it.

[Redemption]

Howl at the moon if you want....

Hell, you won't be the only one...

[lennytheweedwhacker]

You can see it in her eyes, she was born unwise, she was born for me
If she mourns too long I'll know something's wrong and I'll leave her be
You can tell by his shoes he was born to lose, he was born for me

[Redemption]

come down
from your fucking cross
we need that fucking space
to nail the next fool martyr...

[Redemption]

there was a girl
I used to know
she dealt my love
a savage blow
I was too young
too blind to see
but anyway that's history....

and history never repeats i tell myself...

[evenslow]

I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn't like my kind
'Cause I was a bit too leisurely

Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before
That's when I saw her, ooh, I saw her
She walked in through the out door, out door