best "rock" (or whatever) couplet ever

besides

With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue
Dissolve the nerves that've just begun

But I just had to look,
Having read the book.

like the phoenix coming back from the ashes
I know what's good but I know what trash is

heavy downbeat of one and the show began
london calling strike up the contraband

There are people in boats in the middle of the sea
Crying like Jews
Do you like tennis?

Live is short so love the one you got
Cause you might get run over or you might get shot

It's a serious thing
When you mess with the wrong king

Yeah I'll give you cab fare home
You can even use my best cologne
Just don't be here in the morning when I wake up

I used to let the mic smoke
Now I pick it up and slam it to make sure it's broke

or something like that

Postpunk xman parked his forklift
Like a billion stars flickering from the grinders wheel

I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock
Feels like the build-up takes forever, but you never touch my cock

Music loud , women warm
Been kicked around since I was born

the drums march along at the clip of an IV drip
like sparks from a muffler dragged down the strip, uh huh

She'll come back as fire and burn all the liars
Leave a blanket of ash on the ground

You know I'd pay a lot to cry to try to understand
A flower's still a flower crushed to dust inside my hand

oh help me mrs medleycott i don't know what to do
i've only got three bullets and there's four of mötley crüe

they had the best selection
they were poisoned with protection

But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms

West Virginia
Mountain Mama

it's gone too far
inside this car

even hitler had a girlfriend
so why can't I

son im 30
i only went with your mother cos shes dirty

beat me to it

I saw you there, just standing there
And I thought I was only dreaming, yeah..

It's hard to celebrate
With a headache

Oh, oh I said, "I'm so happy I could die"
She said, "Drop dead, " then left with another guy

Or maybe:

'Cause you know you're the one and that that hasn't changed
Since you were nineteen and still in school waiting on a light
On the corner by sound exchange

Or maybe:

Now I guess I'll have to tell 'em
That I got no cerebellum

Or maybe:

I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long

Or maybe:

I don't like you, I just hate you
I'm gonna kick your ass, oh yeah! oh yeah!

you put me on a pedestal
i put you on the pill

give me a week or two to
go absolutely cuckoo

I've travelled round the world
I've seen so many things - why am I talking to you?

did you ever see Dallas from a DC-9 at night?
well Dallas is a jewel, oh yeah, Dallas is a beautiful sight

i have been around the world
looking for that woman / girl

it's kinda funny how bad these read. rock couplets r the ultimate 'guess you had to be there'

i probably didn't even say that right
and i really don't give a damn

but if you study the logistics and heuristics of the mystics you will find that their minds rarely move in a line
so it's much more realistic to abandon such ballistics and resign to be trapped on a leaf in the vine

mother, i've tried, please believe me: i'm doing the best that i can
i'm ashamed of the things i've been put through; i'm ashamed of the person i am

ain't no particular sign i'm more compatible with
i just want your extra time and your X X X kiss

The milk truck eased into my space
Somebody screamed somewhere

With these vulgar factions of the treble clef
I wish you luck with a capital F

Something
Something

AMANDA

Everybody rappin like it's a commercial
Actin like life is a big commercial

Post punk x man parked his forklift
Like a billion stars flickering from the grinders wheel

i don't mind choppin wood
and i don't care if the money's no good

Widows face the future
Factories face the poor

I feel like love is in the kitchen with a culinary eye
Think he's making something special and I'm smart enough to try

belligerent ghouls
run manchester schools

I've been high and I've been low
And I don't know where to go

I was walking around the flower show like a leper coming down with some kind of nervous hysteria
When I saw you standing there, green eyes, black hairu p against the pink and purple wisteria

I'll make it sweet but short
When I pull out your life support

She hit town a rose in bloom
Smell the sweet, sweet perfume
The color faded and the petals died
Down in the city no one cried
And in the streets the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
With roaches so big they got bones
They moved in and made themselves at home
I say nice boys, don't play rock 'n' roll
Nice boys, don't play rock 'n' roll
I'm not a nice boy!

I knew we'd never write
Somehow that seemed alright

If you look carefully in the background of The Scream
The couple on the bridge are both Robson Green

ftw

Half man Half biscuit: OPO-line >>>>>>>> this thread

Suddenly a half-sucky summer song came over the spider ride speaker system
It sounded like the best thing I ever heard, I just wanted to sit down and listen

I drove my Cadillac to Vegas to satisfy my lust
Wheelin', dealin', left ol' Vegas on a Greyhound bus

Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack
I went out for a ride and I never went back

If you feel alive in a darkened room
Do you know the name of your solitude

Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hollow screams

I got something to say
I killed a baby today

These lonely brothers on the radio
If that's a DJ I'm the pilgrim Mona Lisa

Your dying for the hope is gone
From here we go nowhere again

I'm trapped in my face and I'm changing too much
I can't climb out the way I fell in

she's got her toe in the cornhole
bleeding out in a snow cone

Fourth day, five day marathon.
We move like a parallelogram.

Charlie, for Chrissakes, if you wanna know the truth of it
I don't have a husband, he don't play the trombone

a miracle might point the way to solutions we're after
and avert our chronic impending disaster

Footsteps running 'cross the silver sand
Steps going down into tattoo land."

the comic book and me, just us
we caught the bus

Her stories are boring and stuff
She's always calling my bluff

Dusty frames that still arrive
Die in nineteen fifty-five

Now all the politicians, they just flap their mouths
They say we'll build a wall to keep them out

Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized
They're good enough for Conrad Hilton,
Not good enough for my eyes
I trust you will tell me
If I am making a fool of myself
Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather
They come out and blister the sea, oh yeah

I met her at the Burger King
We fell in love by the soda machine

Chewin' out a rhythm on my bubblegum
The sun is out and I want some

Caroline, Caroline, see she's the reason for the word "bitch"
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club trying to hurry up to get to some baller or singer or somebody like that and try to put on her makeup in the mirror and crash, crash, craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaash into a ditch

I send my murdergram to all these monster kids
It comes right back to me and it's
Signed in there daddies' blood

*their

To tell you that I think of you
Almost as much as you think of you

You were like a cloud, yes you were a flower
Then you were a lime, now our love is sour

You, and your masculine you
Forever benched, sitting by the dirty window

We speaks about travel, yeah we think about the land
We smart like all peoples, feeling real tan
I could take you places, do you need a new man?
Wipe the pollen from the faces, make revision to a dream while you wait in the van

is it ever appealing
to stand on the ceiling?

You're having tea with Graham Greene
In a coloured costume of your choice

A cigarette to brand a baby's arm
A bit of ash in his face keeps him warm

Two couplets:

And you're a dumb fuck, you fucking idiot
And you're a dumb fuck, you fucking piece of shit.

And you're a dumb fuck, you fucking loser
And you're a dumb fuck, you stupid fucking kid.

He took her hand
They took the floor
She was his all time favourite dancer
Smile lopsidedly
Decidedly
Awkward
He asked her
Take my hand
Take me and
I'll take my cue
Ain't you guessed by now
I dote on you

all men would writhe
beneath his scythe

Warm beer and cold women, no I just don't fit in
Every joint I stumble into tonight, that's just how it's been

My love's a laboratory, I set all my pets free
So baby, you should sleep with me

But they caught him with his case in a public place
That is what we had feared

He whistles and he runs, so hold him fast
Breathe the burn, you want to let it last
He might succumb to what you haven't seen
He has a keen eye for what you used to be

When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead man,
You cannot leave.

Some folks itt (flappy bird) totally stretching the definition of "couplet"

The buzz that you be gettin' from the crack don't last
I'd rather be OD'in on the crack of her ass

Then I got Mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat

like a game of pick-up sticks/played by fucking lunatics

And now its ten years on, she's living with a plutocrat
"I'm swapping millionaires for billionaires" was writ large on the mat

And William called and tried to tell me that his sister's boyfriend has just died
He's not sure what to do and I'm not sure what to tell him he should do.

Sometimes, William, we're just screwed.

She was just 17
You know what I mean

are we going with rhyming couplets as a rule? i think the above^ might be the best, or the other Beatles couplet i posted at the top of the thread. i was just posting every Paul Banks lyric i could think of last night

i'm long since dead and i live in hell
she's the only girl that i loved well
we were raised together and together we fell

Hold on tight for the show
(Are you felling alright)
Leave me here let me go
(Can I get you a light)

Something’s coming down love
Frosted pictures disappear
Can you take the time to drop me off
And pick me up when we’re clear

I said love you’ve got it
Come on come on come on
Baby you’ve got it now

Can you breathe and is it clear
Have all your worries disappeared
Are you warm and snuggled tight
Before the cold wind starts to bite

I’m tomorrow’s ghostwriter
expect to see me at your door
And with my typewriter
I’ll make you money and then more

Let me break the ice by announcing, Mr Potts’ discovery
While painting in a fountain, he came across a symphony

I’ve finally realised, I’ve opened my mind up to the fact
The way I really live is just a put on it’s only an act

I feel tomorrow is yesterday there’s no escape for me today tell me, I don’t know
You always brushing your long blonde hair making waves in the air tell me, I don’t know

Sometimes I need to watch the snow falling lightly
Sometimes I need to know you’re here beside me
Streets that spoke to me before say nothing anymore
They speak to me from afar

And your room is in the air where there’s time to pull out all your hair
And the man who lives downstairs doesn’t smile at you but only glares

The Sun is rising but there’s no surprise
I see the learning in the girl’s eyes
The watchful maker sends his supernal guide
To watch for those who want to adore his might

I need a fast train on a smooth line
Gonna ride it into time
Bleed a cold sweat for a short while
But the feeling soon subsides

it's a glamour profession
the LA concession

jfc marty

She's vegetarian except when it comes to sex
She's strictly ad-lib except when it comes to text

If you do have me killed, put the fetus in a jar
So they throw me at the doctor when they shoot him in his car

Be careful with my balls
They're fragile like eggs
- Bob Marley

Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.

I've been on the other side of the Blue Ridge, seen the Shenandoah rolling there
I stepped off the mountain's edge, just to climb the golden stair

Love between two people must be based on understanding
Until that time you'll find your things all stacked out on the landing

Its just one of those days where you don't want to wake up
Everything is fucked, everybody sucks

Stick out your can
Cuz I'm the garbageman

I am, I am I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

Chin up, shoulders back
You've got a body like a Marshall stack

Income tax deduction
What a hell of a function

There's one more kid that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool

Man, every couplet or not-couplet by THE ARCANA I read, I think, wow, that's definitely the best rock (or whatever) couplet ever, but then I see the next one and I think, no, that last couplet(?) was horrific meaningless shit compared to this one, the true best rock (or whatever) couplet ever.

Streets that spoke to me before say nothing anymore
They speak to me from afar

Ok I need some clarification here.

Turtles have a short regs, not for the walking
Want to have a cigarette? Just give me a sign

Yeah it's just what you need when you're down in the dumps
One half hillbilly and one half punk
Big long legs and one big mouth
The hottest thing from the north to come out of the south

Sounds
Smash Hits
Melody Maker
NME
All sound like a dream to me

Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true
That you love me and I love me

Pepe has a scar from ear to ear
He will make your mug shots disappear

"We want to fuck you, Easy!"
I want to fuck you too

There's a fire on the moon, and I can't get there
God damn these wings, they take me nowhere

If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes,
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise

I met her at the Burger King
We fell in love by the soda machine

― o. nate, Sunday, June 4, 2017 7:38 PM (three days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Just opened the thread for the first time to post this very couplet. Well done.

In high school I was a punching bag
When I got out I was a punching fag

Holding up the trousers with extension cords

Net curtains blow slightly in the breeze.
Lemonade light filtering through the trees.

I'm gonna hold your face and toast the snow that fell
Because friends don't waste wine when there's words to sell

I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You'd better think about it baby

Not even the best misfits couplet but i woke up thinking about it

Also it doesnt rhyme

Well now I'm gonna be twenty two
I say my my and a boo hoo

There must be a dozen of them in "Every Picture Tells a Story." I'll go with "She took me up on deck and bit my neck/Oh, people I was glad I found her."

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground

Live is short so love the one you got
Cause you might get run over or you might get shot

― brimstead, Saturday, 3 June 2017 20:36 (one month ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Possibly otm

So Jesus went to Heaven and he went there awful quick
All them people killed him and he wasn't even sick

My love for you is like a truck, berserker
Would you like some making fuck, berserker

Hahahahaha Fuck yeah

this week dragged past me so slowly
the days fell on their knees

If we sleep together
Will you like me better?

I’m a human fly and I don’t know why
I got 96 tears in 96 eyes

lip balm on watery clay
relationships hey hey hey

^^ I never knew (or bothered to look up) what that first line was!

Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
One more look and I forget everything

You were pumping iron
as I was pumping irony

It's me and you now and you're not on my side
A night for planets, planes and souls to collide

Sometimes a heart can break and make its own relief
The way a cold dark night invites the fire thief

Alright, I'll be the one to rep for:

When I am king you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all

you were just like me, you were one big bruise
in the game of life we were playing to lose

So I'm drinking Irn Bru
and I'm thinking of you

and i've been making promises i know i'll never keep
one of these day i'm gonna leave you in your sleep

hey, wait
I've got a new complaint

the street's wet
you can tell by the sound of the cars

Second verse / same as the first

.... I think this is it

Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window, got a tip that they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, but if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in

Don't you know about the new fashion, honey?
All you need are looks and a whole lot of money.

Living in a post-apocalyptic world morbid and horrid -- the secrets of the past they hoarded -- now we just boarded on a futuristic spacecraft
No mistakes, black -- it's our music we must take back

I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry

So wait right here and I will hurry
I'll be back in the time it takes to break a heart

Touch my body, and move in time
Now I now you're mine

I've gotta find a way to loosen up, I'm wound tighter than a magnet's coil
The longer I try to keep my mouth shut, the sooner little brain is gonna boil

When she speaks the flag unfurls and the heavens split in half
When she launches her attack in her opening paragraph

You say you mean well, you don't know what you mean
Fucking oughta stay the hell away from things you know nothing about

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said "Son, if it was up to me."

or

The wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody but I could not get across

Now wipe that look from your face
the world is that which is the case

A sparkled shiny diner is a home for wayward minor

Now wipe that look from your face
the world is that which is the case

― Auld Drink of Misery (zchyrs), Thursday, August 15, 2019 10:45 AM (two hours ago) bookmarkflaglink

"chump change" is such a good lyric

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said "Son, if it was up to me."

Fat man sitting on a little stool
Takes the money from my hand, while his eyes take a walk all over you

It looks a lot like engine oil, and tastes like being poor and small
And Popsicles in summer.

How will you know when you've found me at last?
Cause I'll be the one be the one be the one, with my heart in my lap.

God, Neko.

You were so strange
You didn't have the decency to change the sheets

Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It's a mixed-up, muddled-up, shook-up world

Drink couvoissier from a shell
San Francisco show and tell

it's kirschwasser, not courvoissier

Blood stains the ivories of my daddy’s baby grand
Ain’t seen the daylights since I started this band

emmylou harrisssssssssssss

one thing they don't tell you 'bout the blues when you got 'em,
you keep on fallin' 'cause they're ain't no bottom, there ain't no end
(from "Red Dirt Girl")

I send up my S.O.S.,a message in a bottle set out to sea
It just reads "Soul in distress", but nobody ever got back to me
(from the criminally obscure "Can You Hear Me Now")

Is there concrete all around
Or is it in my head?

not bad kids/
just stupid ones

All aboard Brenda's iron sledge,
Please don't call me Reg, it's not my name

If you brought a big brown bag of them home,
I'd jump up and down and hope you'd toss me a carrot

Not from a canonically legendary song or anything, but:

We said “okay, we understand”
When backs were turned, we made plans

It's just my luck, I get hit by a car
While carrying a cake
Dripping cherries, onto the pavement
Bride and groom on my face

Yeeeah, straight from the top of my dome,
As I "rock, rock, rock, rock", rocka mik-a-phone

^^^ winner

his death won't even be still --
caroms over the landfill

Love the guy but tweedy is the last dude I’d expect to come across in this thread

O as the heavens shudder baby
I belong to you

The next four lines, too:

So is this what it's come to?
Am I cold or just a little bit warm?
Oh well
Give me an easy life and a peaceful death

I don't know, but I've been told
Jimmy Page is just too damn old

Yo no soy marinero
Soy capitán

«You look like you've been losin' sleep"
Said a stranger on a train
I fixed him with an ice cold stare
And said "I've been havin' those dreams again…»

Charlie, ferchrissakes, if you wanna know the truth of it
I don't have a husband, he don't play the trombone

favorite actor dennehy, favorite drink o'doul's
bears hawks sox bulls

No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow

Saw Adam and Eve
without their leaves

i'll never travel far
without a little Big Star

save my life, I'm going down for the last time
woman with the sweet lovin' better than a white line

i found an island in your arms, a country in your eyes?
arms are chains. eyes are lies

It's the nexus of the crisis
The origin of storms

Well, on the government website from the 21st March 2020
It said COVID-19 was no longer high risk

I live my life like a shot in the wind, if tomorrow don't come I know, I stole my share of fun for me
Cause I'm too fast, too rad, I'm going wasted when I go, the cost of freedom's never free

The backstage of your life
Is filled with props and lines you should have sung
The backstage of your life
Is filled with echoes of the ones you love

I'm the type of guy who doesn't have a type at all
I'm not dressed for this climate someone take me to the mall

if there's ever anyone else, i'll understand and kill him
and i'll overflow your every inlet, you will not cough and spit
you'll welcome me in
and i tell you with my tongue between your toes
if there's ever anyone else
don't let them do this

Oh, what an ordinary day
Take out the garbage, masturbate

When I saw mushroom head
I was born and I was dead

So let us not talk about the past
The descending voices when we dare
To fall in each other's arms
There is nothing to say about history

A sparkled shiny diner
Is a home fir wayward maga
Aghhhh

She tried to hit me with a mop,
And I can't stand it anymore.

otm

look it up in the bookmobile
look it up in the gun rack

god's up in heaven or not there at all
and down on the ground ain't too far to fall

I’ll never know
I’ll never know

rock rock til you drop
rock rock never stop

you opened my mail apart at the seams
Now you know I live beyond my means

Yes, my world's tumbling down, stone by stone to the ground
Please take out the garbage

No more dragging this wormy anus ‘round on shag piles from Persia to Thrace
I've severed my reeking gonads, fed them to your shrunken face

I'll see you around
every hollow has its favorite sound

Oohoohoohoohoohoohoohooh I’m a robot man
Oohoohoohoohoohoohoo I’m a loser

sir kenneth clark
sir kenneth clark

And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys
And they all died high up in the tree

some hills are never seen
the universe is expanding

Or is it in his face? – Oh no, it's just his charm
In his warm embrace? – Oh no, that's just his arm

^Good one!

Try to imagine another planet
Another sun
Where I don't look like me
And everything I do matters

And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys
And they all died high up in the trees

the charm/arm couplet has always impressed me. i recently got a girl-group comp that has that on it and I'd been struck again by its brilliance just this week!

Every thousand years
This metal sphere
Ten times the size of Jupiter
Floats just a few yards past the Earth
You climb on your roof
And take a swipe at it
With a single feather
Hit it once every thousand years
'Til you've worn it down
To the size of a pea
Yeah, I'd say that's a long time
But it's only half a blink
In the place you're gonna be

The tenderest girl
I get lost in the trees
And I pass like the breeze
'Cause I'm nothing you've haven't done before

If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal
If her daddy's poor, just do what you feel

there's a thin line between what you do and what you should
every time i cross it i just feel insanely good

Sometimes you really dig a girl the moment you kiss her
And then you get distracted by her older sister

If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal
If her daddy's poor, just do what you feel

― Bunheads Pilot Enthusiast (morrisp), Monday, June 20, 2022 2:28 AM (eleven hours ago)

Heard on WFMU this AM!!

‘tis (almost) the season!

Toss-up for me between these two.

And I need you more than want you
and I want you for all time

But I'm as priceless as a brass ring
That's losing the heat from your hand

Don't you give me no dirty looks
Your father's hip, he knows what cooks
Just tell your hoodlum friend outside
You ain't got time to take a ride

Beautiful Delilah, bathing in the sun
Audience of seventeen and noticed not a one
Local Casanova, who wouldn't be outdone
Let her steal his heart away, and break it just for fun

I didn't change my number
I only changed who I reply to

Everything goes when you're dead
Everything empties from what was in your head

I've got six things on my mind
you're no longer one of them

I think I'm in love
Probably just hungry
I think I'm your friend
Probably just lonely
I think you got me in a spin now
Probably just turning
I think I'm a fool for you, babe
Probably just learning
I think I can rock and roll
Probably just twisting
I think I wanna tell the world
Probably ain't listening

I think I can fly
Probably just falling
I think I'm the life and soul
Probably just snorting
I think I can hit the mark
Probably just aiming
I think my name is on your lips
Probably complaining
I think I have caught it bad
Probably contagious
I think that I'm a winner, baby
Probably Las Vegas

I think I'm alive
Probably just breathing
I think you stole my heart now, baby
Probably just thieving
I think I'm on fire
Probably just smoking
I think that you're my dream girl
Probably just dreaming
I think I'm the best, babe, come on
Probably like all the rest
I think that I could be your man
Oh, probably just think you can

i'll use you
and i'll confuse you
and then i'll lose you
still, you won't suspect me

I've been in this here town for a week
At least I've ended up with a freak

You’re really good
At making people feel good
Not because the way you dress
I think it’s in your genes
I know I wish I was

There is no season when you are grown
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown

You are somebody that I don't know
But you're taking shots at me like it's Patrón
And I'm just like "Damn, it's 7:00 a.m."

It has often been my dream
To live with one who wasn't there

All my friends are junkies
but that's not really true

Some of these memories you can learn to live with
And some of them you can't

If you can't be with the one you love
Love the one you're with

And if you don't love the one that you're with
Why don't you just wait for the one that you love?

The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared

Somebody got lucky
But it was an accident

I got thirteen hours to burn
And I'm going to stay up all night

golden slumbers fill your eyes
smiles await you when your rise

Tobacco's a help because it clears the mind
But like all your friends it is vilified

And you pointed your headlamp toward the horizon
We were the one thing in the galaxy God didn't have his eyes on

I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels
But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools

she’s slowly turning/mouth gently burning
(Wire - Too Late)

every little baby knows just what i mean
living in division in the shifting sands

hold me tight

when they split those atoms
it's hotter than the sun
blood is a special substance
they gonna pray for that man

Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away

if you turn me on to central heating
then you give me such a brutal beating

(starbuck - a fool in line)

people are strange when you're a stranger
faces look ugly when you're alone

There are problems in these times
and WOOOO! none o’them are mine!

The best things in life are free
But you can keep them for the birds and bees

just give me money...

Pulling into economy island
King Shit and the Golden Boys
Many more where we come from
Top of the bottom
Don't stop now, don't stop now

it's not worth it, you just don't try
you're so perfect, you just get by

celebrate the loss of one and all all all, and separate the torso from the spine
burger bender bouncing like a ball ball ball, so burger bender bargain blender shine

I am the autumn in the scarlet
I am the make-up on your eyes

yep

I met her at the Burger King
We fell in love by the soda machine

I'm curious, if I went through this thread, how many of these couplets I would recognize. I wouldn't be surprised if a huge hunk were from songs I loved and I just never noticed!

Same

that Ramones one is absolutely all-time

Yeah, that one I knew.

I fact I remember thinking about it in the 80s whilst sitting in the Burger on Northern Boulevard, the one close to Douglaston.

no bookcase can rescue a man
only a letter of sorry can

i bought fake jordans
they weren't even shoes

he fantasized an equipage
a two-horse carriage garage

Do you take sugar?
One lump or two?

otm voodoo chili

in the same vein:

deleted scene of lightning mcqueen
blacked out at full speed

tobacco they grow in peking
in the year of the locust you'll see a sad thing

you can never be strong!!!!!
you can only be free!!!!!

average MCs is like a TV blooper
MF DOOM, he's like DB Cooper

^^^ pops into my head often

honestly doom never really misses as far as i care... but that line in particular stands out to me because it is so fucking funny

Once built a steamboat in a meadow
Because I'd forgotten how to sail.

the stockings are hung, but who cares
preserved for those no longer there

Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams

he is the king of children
singing like a boiler, 'tomorrow is on its way'

Maybe I should just change my style
But I feel alright when you smile

Counting the cost in money only
Strikes me as funny don’t you know

Holidays and salad days
And days of moldy mayonnaise

(A bit of a cheat)

And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make

wait awhile eternity
old mother nature's got nothin on me

so many amazing lines in that song. I think my favorite couplet is the last one:

It's Christmas in prison, there'll be music tonight.
I'll prob'ly get homesick. I love you. Goodnight.

yeah beautiful. he can deploy a word rhyming with itself like no other (not being sarcastic).

i also deeply love the image of

The search light in the big yard swings round with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes like the dust in the sun

and the chess game... they're all great

The searchlight might be my favorite image in any song. just so instantly evocative and so beautiful.

And if you survive 'til 2005, i hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out while the people around you breathe in

Many things on my mind
Words in the way

and that ain't no joke
you can disappear in smoke

it's like we're at a Ponzi scam-inar:
-there's no escaping without a door prize
-they're operating at significant loss

Oh, I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for

I can dance like Sherlock Holmes
I can sing like Sherlock Holmes
But I can't be Sherlock Holmes

he took a ride on the new highway
a culvert down to the ducks and drakes

In the fragrance sweet of the evening air
I could leave this world quite without a care

he'll wrap you up in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy
he'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy

If I had a nickel, if I had a dime
I'd put it in the toilet and I'd shit all the time

I’ve been around the world and I didn’t pay my dues
Yeah we knocked ‘em dead in Dallas (they didn’t know we were Jews)

And when you finish doing that
Bring in the dog and put out the cat

in the hanging garden change the past
in a hanging garden wearing furs and masks

telling this hasn't been mentioned

i'm stronger than you think

Oh, my peer, your veneer
Is wearing thin and cracking
The surface informs underneath
Underneath is lacking

i'm talking here to me alone

your finest hour

take your instinct by the reins

better best, rearrange

what we want, and what we need

has been confused, been confused

something something something when this is over/
leap in my grave like the arms of a lover

if there's a heaven, I hope they're having fun/
cause if there’s a hell, I'm gonna know everyone

and if you want i'll fall out forever
i can't say no more -- baby, dance with me!

It always comes on time
Not a second before the instant
But this year I think I'd rather be a relic
Than part of the present

hey
there’s nothing in my heart
I’d rather be cool than be smart

When you get out of the hospital
Let me back into your life

For now at last I'm down on the street
With the engine running

you are repressed
but you're remarkably dressed

On the hilltop of the blessed,
he flaps his elbows and he wears a dress

a miracle might point the way to solutions we're after
and avert our chronic impending disaster

― reggie (qualmsley), Sunday, June 4, 2017 5:04 PM (seven years ago) bookmarkflaglink

God is dead (that's nice)
Sunglasses worn on head (that's nice)

time to go around
a one-man showdown to just how to fail

face worker, a serpentine miner
a roof falls, an underliner
of leaf structure, the egg timer

the king will be praised
and hell will be raised
suckers try to faze us
but we will not be fazed

you can walk away but you can't forget what was said
and I can run away pull the covers over my head

music play, make it good for romancing
must be a way i can dress to please him
swing and sway, everything will be alright
but it's feeling so damn tight tonight

when the world is too dark and i need a light inside of me
i'll walk into a bar and drink fifteen pints of beer

i never kept a dollar past sunset, always burned a hole in my pants
never made a school mama happy, never blew a second chance

julie christie, the rumors are true!
as the pages turn, my eyes are blue

you've got your fuel lines and a handful of ludes
you wanna be there when they count up the dudes

lord i've been here for so long, i can feel it coming down on me
i'm just a slow emotion replay of somebody I used to be

They couldn't even think of a word that rhymes, but:

Everybody's coming home for lunch these days
Last night there were skinheads on my lawn

all my loves are second best
and all my stars are in the west

Cherry’s scratching like a grain of sand
the trigger itch in a killer’s hand

On the road to Rishikesh,
I was dreaming, more or less

And the dream I had was true
And the dream I had was true

"No, I ain't doing much
Doing nothing means a lot to me"

- Bon Scott, AC/DC, "Downpayment Blues"