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Journal Triv's Journal: The Perfect Song Lyric (CONTINUED!!!) 7

This is a continuation of the original discussion (found here) that has been archived. Check the link for current submissions. I'll be posting the best of what's been sent in so far this upcoming weekend. Doesn't mean the project's over, it's just good to have milestones. :)

The (edited) original post:

I need a little help with a paper I'm thinking of writing. The subject is the perfect song lyric.

This is the basic idea: there's lots of music out there. Lots of it sucks. Some of it's good. A small percentage of it is blow-you-away awsome. But sometimes a lyric hits you so hard, a gut-wrenching, purely visceral/emotional response it almost makes the whole song worth listening to just to get to that good bit, even if, without that lyrical punch, it's completely worthless. I'm not talking about a good lyric or a cute turn of phrase, I mean a lyric that instantly fires up your imagination, planting a picture of a scene so eloquently you're left out of breath.

I'm not asking for your favorite lyrics. I'm not asking for what a lyric means to you (it should be apparent in and of itself). I'm asking for a lyric that creates a scene, gives you backstory, tells you much much more than the words do by themselves, all in a few lines.

So please, reply here. Tell your friends. Just tell 'em to reply here with their choices. Be sure to include the artist, the song and the lyric. I'm planning to publish this if I get enough of these together, and you'll get credit where it's due (of course). :)


Thanks y'all.

Triv
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The Perfect Song Lyric (CONTINUED!!!)

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  • Black Sabbath

    The Wizard
    Misty morning, clouds in the sky,
    Without warning a wizard walks by,
    Casting his shadow, weaving his spell,
    Funny clothes, twinkling bell

    Never talking,
    Just keeps walking,
    Causing his magic

    Evil power disappears
    Demons worry when the wizard is near
    He turns tears into joy,
    Ev'ryone's happy when the wizard walks by

    Never talk'n,
    Just keeps walk'n,
    Spreadin' his magic

    Sun is shining; clouds have gone by,
    All the people give a happy sigh,
    He has passed by, giving his sign,
    Left all the people feeling so fine

    Never talk'n,
    Just keeps walk'n,
    Spreadin' his magic

    War Pigs
    Gen'rals gathered in their masses,
    Just like witches at black masses
    Evil minds that plot destruction,
    Sorcerer 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 thier role to the poor, yeah

    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,
    Ashes where the bodies burning
    No more War Pigs have the power,
    And as God has struck the hour
    Day of judgement, God is calling
    On their knees the war pigs crawling,
    Begging mercies for their sins
    Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
    Oh Lord Yeah!
    • Pink Floyd

      Nobody Home
      I got a little black book with my poems in.
      Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
      When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
      I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
      Got those swollen hands blues.
      Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.
      I got electric light,
      And I got second sight.
      Got amazing powers of observation.
      And that is how I know,
      When I try to get through,
      On the telephone to you,
      There'll be nobody home.

      I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
      And the inevitable pinhole burns,
      All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
      I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
      I got a silver spoon on a chain.
      Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
      I've got wild, staring eyes.
      And I got a strong urge to fly,
      But I got nowhere to fly to (-- fly to... fly to... fly to...).
      Ooooo Babe,
      When I pick up the phone,
      There's still nobody home.

      I got a pair of Gohill boots,
      And I got fading roots.

      Seamus
      I was in the kitchen
      Seamus, that's the dog was outside
      Well, I was in the kitchen
      Seamus, my old hound was outside
      Well, you know the sun was sinking slowly
      But my hound just sat right down and cried.

  • You need somebody to be with to feel complete.

    So you look for what you need in everyone you meet.
    Loneliness fuels your insecurities, and you think
    "Maybe something's wrong with me..."

    Take a little time to think about something
    besides trying to find somebody to love.

    Crimpshrine - Trying Too Hard [duckpond.net]. I'm sure everyone knew someone like this, in high school perhaps. Or was that person themselves...

    -h3
  • "I thought that alcohol was just for those with nothing else to do.
    I thought that drinking just to get drunk was a waste of precious booze.
    But now I know that there's a time and there's a place where I can choose
    To walk the fine line between self-control and self-abuse."


  • she's my fave

    undressing in the sun

    return to sea - bye

    forgetting everyone

    eleven high

    ride a wave

"Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler." -- Albert Einstein

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