Red Mosquito

I was listening to Tom Waits' A Sweet Little Bullet From a Pretty Blue Gun on the way to work this morning, and it's got such a fantastic opening lyric (it's a smarmy song about an innocent country girl stranded in LA being forced to become a whore to survive)

It's raining
It's pouring
You didn't bring a sweater
Nebraska will never let you come back home


That last line says so much about regret, recrimination, judgement, and is juxtaposed so brilliantly with the nursery rhyme beginning.

Yeah, that's a great little verse, and does say so much in just a few words.

Carrying on from my vote in the 70's Tourney, I've always loved the impact of these lines from Brucie's 'Lost in the Flood':

And some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something in Spanish, still breathing when I walked away.
And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud".

It's not compact nor particularly clever, but it does convey the apathy towards and acceptance of violence and the 'keep to yourself' mentality of society very well.

Wolves by the road
And a bike wheel spinning on a pawn shop wall
She'll wring out her colored hair
Like a butterfly beaten in the summer rainfall
And then roll on the kitchen floor
With some fucker with a pocket full of foreign change
Song of the shepherd's dog
A ditch in the dark in the year of the lamb
Who's gonna try to run away?
Whoever got that brave?

A boy with a coin he found in the leaves
With bullets and pages of trade magazines
Close to a car that flipped on the turn
When God left the ground to circle the world

A girl with a bird she found in the snow
That flew up her gown and that's how she knows
That God made her eyes for crying at birth
Then left the ground to circle the earth

David Bazan - Wolves at the Door

Wolves wait at your door
For your permission
Slyly you invite them
On one condition

That they prepare a feast
From your provisions
Of root and wild beast
For you to eat

Surprise
They took your money
And they ate your kids
And they had their way

With your wife a lil' bit
While you wept on the porch
With your head in your hands
Cursing taxes and the government

'Cause you're a goddamn fool
And I love you
Yeah, I love you

Look into your eyes
Your former glory
Bright and open wide
Like Easter morning
How the light has dimmed
And how the fear of everything
Is creeping in

"I ain't got no future or family tree"

Spin Doctors - Two Princes

This thread is gonna suck.

I guess you can call me a family man
Cause I care for bitches' babies every chance that I can
I don't give 'em clothes, or diapers and shit
But I like to feed they babies with my big black dick
Cause I'ma tell you if you didn't know
You ain't did shit 'til you fucked a pregnant ho
The pussy is hotter, it's got a extra kick
It feel like hot potato pie around your dick
Sometimes I swing high, sometimes I swing low
Sometimes I like to fuck a pregnant bitch on my floor
Hit it kinda hard, and speed it up fast
Fuck her 'til she get the cherry blisters on her ass
Cause if she expecting, I can satisfy
And at the same time, give her kid a pacifier
And I love it when I bust that old nut
Cause I know that her baby's just gon' lick it all up

RIP PIMP C

Eww.

And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try

I draft chuds response

doug rr wrote:I draft chuds response

I don't even know what song that's from.

durdencommatyler wrote:

doug rr wrote:I draft chuds response

I don't even know what song that's from.

56th and Wabasha

doug rr wrote:

durdencommatyler wrote:

doug rr wrote:I draft chuds response

I don't even know what song that's from.

56th and Wabasha

Meet me in the morning, doug?

durdencommatyler wrote:

doug rr wrote:

durdencommatyler wrote:

doug rr wrote:I draft chuds response

I don't even know what song that's from.

56th and Wabasha

Meet me in the morning, doug?

will you wear a leopard skin pill box hat?

doug rr wrote:

durdencommatyler wrote:

doug rr wrote:

durdencommatyler wrote:

doug rr wrote:I draft chuds response

I don't even know what song that's from.

56th and Wabasha

Meet me in the morning, doug?

will you wear a leopard skin pill box hat?

I'll wear whatever you want as long as you promise to shelter me from the storm.

BigRedLedbetter wrote:David Bazan - Wolves at the Door

Wolves wait at your door
For your permission
Slyly you invite them
On one condition

That they prepare a feast
From your provisions
Of root and wild beast
For you to eat

Surprise
They took your money
And they ate your kids
And they had their way

With your wife a lil' bit
While you wept on the porch
With your head in your hands
Cursing taxes and the government

'Cause you're a goddamn fool
And I love you
Yeah, I love you

Look into your eyes
Your former glory
Bright and open wide
Like Easter morning
How the light has dimmed
And how the fear of everything
Is creeping in

There really should be a Bazan thread.

super nintendo chalmers wrote:on my floor

I haven't heard this song but I enjoy imagining how he makes "floor" rhyme with "low".

Varis wrote:Yeah, that's a great little verse, and does say so much in just a few words.

Carrying on from my vote in the 70's Tourney, I've always loved the impact of these lines from Brucie's 'Lost in the Flood':

And some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something in Spanish, still breathing when I walked away.
And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud".

It's not compact nor particularly clever, but it does convey the apathy towards and acceptance of violence and the 'keep to yourself' mentality of society very well.