OT - Greatest song rhymes redux

[Tom]

"Grandpa's in the front yard, staring at a rake
Wondering if his marriage was a terrible mistake"

- John Prine, The Sins of Memphisto

[KevinK]

"Never thought my heart could be so yearn-y,
Why did I decide to roam?
Gonna take that sentimental journey
Sentimental journey home."

[chuckroast]

"Don't want to be a bum
You better chew gum"

[Louis]

In two lines you get at least four for the price of one:

Charles Aznavour, "Non, Je N'ai Rien Oublie"


Je t'ai ecrit cent fois, mais toujours sans reponse
Cela m'a pris longtemps avant que je renonce
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[myette10]

Chucklehead, an early 90's funk/ska band from Boston, had some very creative lyrics. They were great to see live. If you like funky, loud, fast music grab one of their CDs. It's good stuff. A few excerpts:

Traffic Jam
late night
home in sight
Can I fit my rabbit here? Not quite.
Parking spot
private lot.
Might towed, but maybe not?
Sure enough,
no bluff.
Gotta shell over 46 bucks.
Now I'm back on the road
with a load,
here's a hill, my car go slow.

G*d Dam
Slippin out of the subway
into the doorway
hear the local flambe?
Hey! uhh, uhh, huh.
Comin around to get ya
mop your forehead cuz I sweat ya.
You say I'm the one.
Nurse? Sponge.
Me down, me low.
Midori rips a violin at the show,fellow.
Get down: it's mellow
and cool like a Polar bear
funky like your 27 day old underwear.
Honey grab a spare
and sit down here's a chair
for your big fat derriere.
I drink from the tap cuz I can't afford Perrier.
Yea, I know a teacher knows chalk,
a pitcher knows balk,
like Kirk knows Spock -
I know how to rock.

[Ti Designs]

Eat a cow, eat a cow 'cuase it's good for you
Eat a cow, eat a cow it's the thing that goes "Mooooo"

Look at all the cows in the slaughterhouse yeard
Gotta hit'em in the head, gotta hit'em real hard
First you gotta clean'em then the butcher cuts'em up
Throws it on a scale throws an eyeball in a cup



Eat Steak, Rev Horton Heat

[Banjers51]

"I'm lying here with Linda on my mind,
And next to me, my soon to be 'the one I left behind' "

(Conway Twitty: "Linda On My Mind")

Banjers51
"Putcher fangers on the strangs" E.Scruggs

[paczki]

I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin'
While I get ya flippin off the s--t I'm kickin'
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart

....

First of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar
But he don't know the meaning of dope
When he's lookin' for a suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight

"Protect ya Neck" Wu-Tang

[L84dinr]

But here are a few greats...

George Jones: He stopped loving her today.
He said I'll love you 'til I die
She told him you'll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind

(chorus)
He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

Merle Haggard: I think I'll Just sit here and Drink
Hey, listen close so you can hear
That loud jukebox playing in my ear
Ain't no woman gonna change the way I think
I think I'll just stay here and drink

Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys: Faded Love
As I look at the letters that you wrote to me
It's you that I am thinking of
As I read the lines that to me were so sweet
I remember our faded love

I miss you darling more and more every day
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat I still think of you
And remember our faded love

As I think of the past and all the pleasures we had
As I watch the mating of the dove
It was in the springtime when you said goodbye
I remember our faded love

I miss you darling more and more every day
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat I still think of you
And remember our faded love

Marty Robbins: Big Iron
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
big iron on his hip

Willie Nelson: Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain
In the twilight glow I seen her
Blue eyes crying in the rain
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we'd never meet again

Love is like a dying ember
And only memories remain
And through the ages I'll remember
Blue eyes crying in the rain

Someday when we meet up yonder
We'll stroll hand in hand again
In the land that knows no parting
Blue eyes crying in the rain.

From the album Red Headed Stranger;

sorry to be so "long winded"

[rwsaunders]

The Orange and the Green

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.
My mother was a Catholic girl. From County Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
Until the day that I was born. Then, things got rather tough.

Baptized by Father Reilly, I was rushed away by car,
To be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining star.
I was christened "David Anthony," but still, in spite of that,
To my father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat.

With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll.
Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul.
For both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was.

One day my Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.

My parents never could agree about my type of school.
My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.
They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green.

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was Green.

The Irish Rovers