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One of my recent favorites by one of our own forum members (what a great f'in song):

 

Gonna ride a pullman train

Gonna find myself again

Goin' where the music suits my clothes

Goin' where there's steel guitars

Pretty girls and whiskey bars

Goin' where the lonesome rivers flow

I'm going home

 

"Hazel County" by Jinder

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How about "It balances on your head/just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine/your brand new leopard skin pill box hat!"

 

I am loving me a bit of Dylan right now. Whoo, yeah!

 

"He looked so immaculately frightful

As he bummed a cigarette

Then he went off sniffing drainpipes

And reciting the alphabet"

 

another of my favourites.

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I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone

All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea

All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

 

Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind

 

Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky

It slips away, all your money won't another minute buy

 

Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind

 

So wise... So concise......

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Wow 3 pages and (I think) no Cohen lyrics...

 

"And Jesus was a sailor

When he walked upon the water

And he spent a long time watching

From his lonely wooden tower

And when he knew for certain

Only drowning men could see him

He said all men shall be sailors then

Until the sea shall free them"

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"And while he talks his dreams to sleep, you'll notice there's a highway that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder"

 

I actually got goosebumps just typing that out. Cohen is definitely among the finest living lyricists today.

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One of my recent favorites by one of our own forum members (what a great f'in song):

 

Gonna ride a pullman train

Gonna find myself again

Goin' where the music suits my clothes

Goin' where there's steel guitars

Pretty girls and whiskey bars

Goin' where the lonesome rivers flow

I'm going home

 

"Hazel County" by Jinder

 

Powerpopper, thankyou! I totally missed your post the first time around, and only just saw it. I'm glad you enjoyed the song, it's one that tends to get overlooked a bit, but it is one that I'm proud of.

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What a fun thread. The only problem is there are so many lines that are great.

 

From the standpoint of painting a picture, I've always loved the line by my friend Ken Hensley from "Cold Autumn Sunday"

 

When the leaving birds fill the stone-grey sky

And the green leaves turn away and die

And the once-warm sun has to run and hide

And the winter clouds begin their stormy ride

Cold black shadows cross my eyes

And help to make me realise

You've gone

O cold autumn Sunday

 

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Any line from "Harry's House" by Joni Mitchell, but Verse 2 is my favorite:

 

He opens up his suitcase

In the continental suite

And people twenty stories down

Colored currents in the street

A helicopter lands on the pan am roof

Like a dragonfly on a tomb

And business men in button downs

Press into conference rooms

Battalions of paper-minded males

Talking commodities and sales

While at home their paper wives

And paper kids

Paper the walls to keep their gut reactions hid

 

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I love the metaphorical imagery by Lucinda Williams from "Right in Time"

 

Not a day goes by I don't think about you

You left your mark on me it's permanent a tattoo

Pierce the skin and the blood runs through

Oh my baby

 

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I'm a big fan of Leonard Cohen, also, so from "Deomocracy"

 

It's coming from the sorrow in the street,

the holy places where the races meet;

from the homicidal *****in'

that goes down in every kitchen

to determine who will serve and who will eat.

From the wells of disappointment

where the women kneel to pray

for the grace of God in the desert here

and the desert far away:

Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

 

 

And my favorite line from the same song:

 

It's coming to America first,

the cradle of the best and of the worst.

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The blues: "bury my body by the highway side, so my old evil spirit can catch that bus and ride. Me & the Devil Blues

 

Woody G (so apt): some rob you with a six gun, some with a fountain pen" Pretty Boy Flyodd

 

Black humor from Steve Earle, re a border killing "he shot him in Virginia, and he died in Tennessee" Carrie Brown

 

So many. Good topic, GG.

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And I'm driving a stolen car through a pitch black night

I keep telling myself everything is gonna be alright

But I ride by night and I travel in fear

no matter what I do, or where I drive

Nobody ever sees me when I ride by

 

Bruce Springsteen- Stolen Car

 

 

 

Waves of adverts that promise revival

Trinketware that batters the brain

The Devil bought the key to Branson

Drives a backhoe and wears a gold chain

 

Jay Farrar- Barstow

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These 2 arent poetical, exactly, but I get chicken skin when I sing em. Shake Sugaree's a good un, too. It's on my current hit parade.

 

"Delia, Delia, never took advice. last words she said was--Jesus Chrirst" Willie McTell

 

"In a lonesome graveyard low, nothing but a Talco girl, sayin' goodbye daddy, saying hello world. Steve James

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Unless my eyes decive no Jim Morrison...until now

 

For the music is your special friend

Dance on fire as it intends

music is your only friend until the end,

until the end, until the end

 

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection,

Send my credentials to the house of detention,

I got some friends inside

 

The face in the mirror won't stop

The girl in the window won't drop

A feast of friends alive she cried,

Waiting for me outside

 

Before I sink into the big sleep

I want to hear

I want to hear the scream of the butterfly

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Jinder' date=' that's a cool avatar. Who is that scruffy dude, anyway? ;-)

 

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Lol...he's just some hairy fiend!

 

I have admired Chris Whitley's lyrics for a long time. I was gutted when I found out he had passed away in 2005.

 

This is a favourite

 

"A long trail of lovers

came out of the prison

it becomes a matter of habit

after the season

and the distances mirror the witnesses gone

 

I'll see you there

at the Hotel Vast Horizon"

 

(from 'Hotel Vast Horizon')

 

As is this:

 

"I come back here sometimes

angels fall, fireflies ascend out

beyond the aching skyline

reckless distances erupt in intoxication

between the hard and soft of our evaporations

 

Where we stand aloft

at the vertical desert

in the curved air of collapse and creation

the ballast of chaos and gravity's liberations"

 

(from 'Vertical Desert')

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