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!

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"

snow on Easter Sunday
Jesus Christ in reverse

the Fall, “Tempo House”

Neptune Τιτάν
Stars can frighten

the English language is violence, I hotwired it
I got a hold of the master's tools and got dialed in

people come people go
some grow young some grow cold

love that bon scott couplet guess i need to listen to powerage for the first time

oh yes dude, you absolutely must listen to powerage <3

you were a meteor
you were a dinosaur
you were the two by four that cracked me in the head last night

I know a thing about lovers
Lovers want the moon