Thought this might be some fun, so…

What are some lines from song lyrics that really hit you the right way? It could be that it’s deep and meaningful, or just something that amuses you. I’ll start:

Isn’t it funny how laughter looks like crying with no sound, and raindrops taste like tears without the pain ~ Queensryche - Another Rainy Night (Without You)

Droplets of “yes” and “no” in an ocean of “maybe” ~ Faith No More - Falling to Pieces

A smile as sweet as flowers
Wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks
That once were so admired
~ Dave Matthews Band - The Dreaming Tree

Her lovers queued up in the hallway
I heard them scratching at the door
I tried to tell her about Marx and Engels,
God and Angels…
I don’t really know what for…
But she looked good in ribbons
The Sisters Of Mercy ~ Ribbons

    • Pratai@piefed.caOPEnglish
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      24 days ago

      Poor, poor Paul.

      Or, lucky, lucky Paul?

      It’s all in the perspective. I mean, had he a wife, he may never have found himself talkin’ with Davey who was still in the navy.

        • Manjushri@piefed.socialEnglish
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          23 days ago

          Actually, no one in that bar is where they want to be with the possible exception of the piano player. The old man trying to remember the good old days, the bartender who wants to be an actor, the lonely business men drowning their sorrows. It seems to me that they would all rather be somewhere or someone else.

    • Pratai@piefed.caOPEnglish
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      24 days ago

      Ooh! I like that. It reminds me of Red Reddington from the show The Blacklist voicing his take:

      Have you ever seen the aftermath of a suicide bombing?

      I have. June 29th, 2003. I was meeting two associates at the Marouche restaurant in Tel Aviv. As my car was pulling up, a 20-year-old Palestinian named Ghazi Safar entered the restaurant and detonated a vest wired with C-4

      The shock wave knocked me flat, blew out my eardrums. I couldn’t hear. The smoke… It was like being under water. I went inside. A nightmare. Blood, parts of people. You could tell where Safar was standing when the vest blew. It was like a perfect circle of death. There was almost nothing left of the people closest to him. Seventeen dead, 46 injured. Blown to pieces. The closer they were to the bomber, the more horrific the effect

      That’s every suicide. Every single one. An act of terror perpetrated against everyone who’s ever known you. Everyone who’s ever loved you. The people closest to you, the ones who cherish you are the ones who suffer the most pain, the most damage. Why would you do that? Why would you do that to people who love you?

  • SkaraBrae@lemmy.worldEnglish
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    24 days ago

    Strangers passing in the street. By chance, two separate glances meet, and I am you and what I see is me

    ~ Pink Floyd - Echoes

  • TheTechnician27@lemmy.worldEnglish
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    24 days ago

    Tally Hall’s song “Ruler of Everything” is a “nothing matters and that’s terrifying” song. Contrasting that song, though, earlier in the album is “Spring and a Storm”, imo a “nothing matters and that’s okay and special” song. It ends with:

    Create until nothing is left to create

    And the Universe bursts with an overworked sigh

    Then pretend to, pretend to recrown the creation

    And sing the same thing 'til the clouds start to cry

    And then over and over and over again

    And then over and over and-- never again…

    In my opinion, a commentary on how everything has already been done and it’s all recycled, but it’s special because we’re here now, and eventually, on a personal and a universal level, there’ll be a last time.

    • Pratai@piefed.caOPEnglish
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      24 days ago

      Okay. That shit sounds awesome. Going to check that out for sure. I’ll add that it sort of reminds me of a line from band called Deconstruction- (it’s the bassist and guitarist from Jane’s Addiction in a side project)

      The song is called:

      Wait For History

      The line is:

      Terra-cotta fountains all dried up
      leave it all again to the roaches
      when our dirty sidewalk becomes sheet rock 
      and history becomes geology.

  • scytale@piefed.zipEnglish
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    23 days ago

    I repeat myself when under stress

    I repeat myself when under stress

    I repeat myself when under stress

    I repeat myself when under stress

    -Indiscipline by King Crimson

    Also:

    The music of rebellion makes you wanna rage

    But it’s made by millionaires who are nearly twice your age

    -The Sound of Muzak by Porcupine Tree

  • kurcatovium@piefed.socialEnglish
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    23 days ago

    Let’s put one classic here. One that is sadly more and more relevant these days…

    Generals gathered in their masses, just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction, sorcerers of death’s construction. In the fields the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning. Death and hatred to mankind, poisoning their brainwashed minds…Oh lord yeah!

    Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role to the poor

    Time will tell on their power minds Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess Wait `till their judgement day comes, yeah!

    Now in darkness, world stops turning, as you hear the bodies burning. No more war pigs of the power, hand of god has struck the hour. Day of judgement, god is calling, on their knees the war pigs crawling. Begging mercy for their sins, Satan, laughing, spreads his wings…Oh lord, yeah!

    • War Pigs, Black Sabbath
    • stickly@lemmy.world
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      23 days ago

      Certain white guys will grow up listening to this and somehow end up cheering for fascists and complaining about their favorite bands “going woke”

    • Pratai@piefed.caOPEnglish
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      23 days ago

      Classic. Did a cover of that back in the day. Was more of a cover of Faith No More’s cover though.

  • stringere@sh.itjust.works
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    23 days ago

    The Goats, I forget which track from the album Tricks of the Shade:

    Not forgotten like the Arawaks We mowed down a race so an engine could ride a pair of tracks Who cares about the facts we got food on the table Saying thanks because the giving was the reason for the fable

    And from another track, same album:

    Columbus destroyed more Indians than Hitler killed Jews But on his birthday you get sales on shoes And this is all old news but I’m afraid you can’t find it You snooze you lose so I choose to rewind it Offer gun for gold but behold a real plan Using shady treaties trading trickies for land They should’ve scalped his ass before he even touched sand

  • manxu@piefed.socialEnglish
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    23 days ago

    Dying is easy it’s living that scares me to death

    Cold - Annie Lennox

    I am not usually fond of slow ballads, but Annie Lennox has the depth to pull me in.

  • felsiq@piefed.zipEnglish
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    23 days ago

    Two songs come to mind for me off the same album (therapy, by radical face):
    Dead ends:

    There ain’t no fixing this, but I like that you tried 
    Sometimes the hardest part is being right 
    There ain’t no helping me, but I like that you lied 
    Sometimes it’s worth the burn marks to feel the light

    There’s two versions of this album, a regular one and an “alternate reality” one with the same lyrics but a bit more uplifting of a take on them. The regular version of this verse is fucking crushing, I love it so much

    Hard of hearing:

    Another evening spent 
    In the corners of my brain 
    Where I wander off into the dark 
    And I close my eyes and hope 
    The wolves won’t follow me 
    But hope’s hard of hearing 
    So I’m waiting for the teeth

    I had to learn that the helping hand 
    Can be the same that holds the knife 
    I know I’m not well but I’m alright 
    You gotta learn how to take your hits 
    When your hands are always tied 
    I know I’m not well but I’m alright

    This one I think I prefer the alternate reality version, it’s just the perfect melancholy song

  • krakloskewm@lemmy.zip
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    23 days ago

    ARE WE HUMAN OR ARE WE DANCER? - THE KILLERS

    THEY CALL ME TWO CHAINS CUZ I GOT 2 CHAINS - 2 CHAINZ

    BABY SHARK DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO - I DUNNO

  • SnarkoPolo@lemmy.world
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    23 days ago

    She could have turned out to be almost anything, with the possible exception of what I wanted her to be. Jackson Browne

  • first_must_burn@lemmy.world
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    23 days ago

    My time is a piece of wax Falling on a termite Who’s choking on the splinters

    ~Beck, “Loser”

    Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.

    ~Kris Kristofferson, Me and Bobby McGee

    The people who love me still ask me, “When are you coming back to town?” I answer, “Quite frankly, when they stop building roads, And all God needs is gravity to hold me down.”

    ~Alison Kraus, “Gravity”

    Four hundred years later, I learned about my roots, And how they traded in their white sheets for badges and blue suits

    ~Onyx, “Getto Mentalitee”

    Is your mother worried? Would you like us to assign someone to worry your mother?

    ~Chaise Longue by Wet Leg

    You want me to love you in moderation Do I look moderate to you?

    ~Florence + The Machine, “Moderation”

    And the salt in my wounds Isn’t burning anymore than it used to. It’s not that I don’t feel the pain It’s just I’m not afraid of hurting anymore.

    ~Paramore, “Last Hope”

    the shit hasn’t even begun to hit the fan.

    ~Incubus, from “Consequence”

    I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve. I have a history of losing my shirt.

    ~“One Week” by the Barenaked Ladies