100 excellent spoken endings

85. "Shut up, already. Damn!"

83.
At the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another
Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy
In the passion and depth of their struggle
They very art, that had raised them through such rapiant heights was lost
Their techniques, vanished

75. "Thanks, I'll get it myself." -- Aretha, "Sisters Are Doin' It For Themselves"

(Oh, and the Van Halen track in question is "Everybody Wants Some", I believe.)

69.
"I am lost again with everything gone
And more alone than I have ever been
I expect you to understand, to feel it too
But I know that even if you will, you cannot ever help me
Nor can I ever help you." (The Cure - "Fear of Ghosts")

Get yourself away from here ... oh I smell something ... (insane laughter) ... I might as well get down with the rest of 'em

excellent? maybe not. strange? indeed.

Rip van Winkle as recited by Isobel Campbell at the end of "I Could Be Dreaming". (with thanks to N. who put these lyrics on Sinister so I could just cut and paste them here)

A defeated deposition
A nexus
A movement to fruition
A middle finger to the institution
A middle finger to the institution
A middle finger to the institution."

So Much Staying Alive and Lovelessness by Joan of Arc

Jimbo at his best

"That's baaaad! Believe me, that's bad! (Laughs) That ain't - that ain't never been done on a record!"

"you know who you are:
you insincere,
straight-edge last year,
drinkin a beer,
following the trends,
have no friends,
no heart or soul,
playin the role,
full of--listen,
all's were trying to say, before you go waving flags, you better know what you stand for.
word up."

H20: Here today, gone tomorrow

I climb the stairs
I shut the door
I turn the lock
Alone once more
And no one can hear me cry
No one.

8. "Hey, hey baby, how ya doin'? Come on in here. Got some hot chocolate on the stove waiting for you. Listen. First things first let me hang up that coat. Yeah how was your day today? Did you miss me? You did? Yeah? I missed you too. I missed you so much I followed you today. That's right now close your mouth, 'cause you cold busted! Now just sit down here, sit down here. I'm so upset with you I don't know what to do. You know my first impulse was to run up on you and do a Rambo. I was about to jam you and flat blast both of you, but I didn't wanna mess up this thirt-seven hundred dollar lynx coat. So instead I chilled, that's right, chilled. I called up the bank and took out every dime. Then I cancelled all your credit cards. I stuck you up for every piece of jewelery I ever bought you! Don't go lookin' in that closet 'cause everything you came here with is packed up and waiting for you in the guest room. What were you
thinking? You don't mess with the Juice! I gave you silk suits, blue diamonds and gucci handbags. I gave you things you couldn't even pronounce! But now I can't give you nothing but advice. Cause you're still young, yeah, you're young. And you're gonna find somebody like me one of these days. Until then, you know what you gotta do? You gotta get on outta here with that alley-cat-coat-wearing, punch-bucket-shoe-wearing crumbcake I saw you with. Cause you dismissed! That's right, Silly rabbit, tricks are made for kids, don't you know
that. You without me is like corn flakes without the milk! This is my
world. You're just a squirrel trying to get a nut! Now get on outta
here. Scat! Don't touch that coat."

Really, how was that one missed? It boggles my mind.

6. God is the number-one killer. He out-killed Genghis Khan, Kublai Khan, Tamerlane. Yes he did. He out-killed Hitler, out-killed Mussolini, out-killed Napoleon. When God gets ready to kill he wipes. Cold, Complete.
God the killer!

5. "Doesn't matter, I'll probably get hit by a car anyway"

4. "So you can remember those that are gone" from "Salt" by Mugison.

3. "...and this is the part where our engineer Eddie Bracken says if we don't stop the tape we're all gonna get arrested." (Lee Hazlewood, "These Boots Are Made For Walkin')

2. "answer me this!"

1. "I SAW YER!!!"

Right, that makes 100. Lock thread NOW!

Too late:

"And oh as yes, the sky did turn to night
I shield my eyes and hide from the bright of day
And cast the stone, deep into the field of man
And hide in shame and low the flag, raised in vain
And close my mind to this lost day
And shield my body with ferns of grey
And ask no more of life unsaved
And smile no more, and lay here scaved
Become the tombstone of my grave>

Flux Of Pink Indians - Neu Smell / Tube Disasters

as long as we're still going:

"is that a real poncho?...I mean, is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?"

Right, I was prepared for this eventuality: "I'm Jack Johnson, the heavyweight champion of the world! I'm black; they never let me forget it. I'm black all right - I never let them forget it."

21. All that chatter at the end of "In the Kingdom #19."
Watt: "In panic I forget it, in despair I need it, in my mind I save it, in death I have it."
Thurston: "(garbled) never give a damn about the meter man (garbled)"

Is that really Watt speaking at the end. I always thought that was Lee.

Another Sonic Youth is "PCH" where Kim is saying "hey fox, hey sugar..."

Wait, that's "beauty lies," I was thinking of for Kim?

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin'. Ladies and gentlemen, as we ride out, could we have all the real pimps please put both of your pinky fingers high in the air? Now ladies, look around with me. Let's see if we can weed some of these niggas out, 'cause it ain't no way that all these niggas could be pimpin'. Now if you happen to see a nigga with two sweat patches up under his arms, look like he been swimmin' in shoulder-height water, please tell that nigga, "Put your hands down." If you smell like you been at work all day and your car, please put your hands down. Now look up at the pinky fingers that are still in the air. If you see 'em ashy 'round the knuckles, like the nigga wash half his hands and lotion three quarters of his body, please say, "Put your hands down." If your spinnin' rims spin counter-clockwise, you are not pimpin'. If you are dancin' on the dancefloor and you look to your left and your right and there is not a woman in sight, guess what? You guessed it! You are not pimpin'. If your vodka and cranberry is really, really dark, like blood, that's because you didn't order vodka, buddy. That's why it's three dollars a glass! Put your hands down. Now look down, look down. Now I need everybody just to pull up your pants legs one time. Okay, you see the nigga with the white socks? Not pimpin'! Sorry. Unless you're part of the "Beat It" entourage. If your shoes have a buckle on them, you're not pimpin'. Hey ha!

Cold hearted orb,
That rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right...
and which is an illusion?

Blurp

("The Visitors" by K.O.T.O)

"Yo, check this out, man!"

"OK, talk to me about the future of Public Enemy."

"The future of Public Enemy's gotta ..... "

good call joe

When I'm almost dead with uncontrollable light,
Sometimes when I've written a song....it's alright.

(Ian Hunter)

"who cares? that's the last song on the album!" -- husker du, "plans i make"
"just watch me now" -- david bowie, "star" (kinda surprised this one didn't turn up earlier)

VP alert!

"...for no mere mortal can resist, the evil of...the thriller!"

"...and if I may put forward a slice of personal philosophy, I feel that man has ruled this world as a stumbling, demented child king long enough...and as his empire crumbles, my precious black widow shall rise...as his most fitting successor!"

"what's so civil about war anyway?"

What does she say at the end of "Eating Noddemix"

"There's no place like home/There's no place like home/There's no place like home/So where am I?"

One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up. One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi, that's for real. One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top, yeah. And big up to my french vanillas-- Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons, and all that good stuff.

you think anyone with an IQ over 15 would believe your shit...fuckhead...nothin but a fuckin pussy

solamente un tonto le decía esto

"That is the most obscene abomination, that is dirt, that is filth, that is trash; what possessed you to write such a disgusting, degeneratized song as that. And I'm complimenting you by considering it a song." - The Dukes of Stratosphear, "My Love Explodes"

"Right, that's enough." - Joe Jackson, "Happy Loving Couples"

"Shut up!... Shut up!... SHUT UP!" - David Bowie, "It's No Game Pt. 1"

"Wow! They have Nick Cave Dolls now...
I waaaant ooone!"

"KEEP OUT"