Thought this might be some fun, so…

What are some lines from song lyrics that really hit you the right way? It could be that it’s deep and meaningful, or just something that amuses you. I’ll start:

Isn’t it funny how laughter looks like crying with no sound, and raindrops taste like tears without the pain ~ Queensryche - Another Rainy Night (Without You)

Droplets of “yes” and “no” in an ocean of “maybe” ~ Faith No More - Falling to Pieces

A smile as sweet as flowers
Wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks
That once were so admired
~ Dave Matthews Band - The Dreaming Tree

Her lovers queued up in the hallway
I heard them scratching at the door
I tried to tell her about Marx and Engels,
God and Angels…
I don’t really know what for…

But she looked good in ribbons
The Sisters Of Mercy ~ Ribbons

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    Vicarious by TOOL

    Eye on the TV, 'cause tragedy thrills me

    Whatever flavor it happens to be like

    “Killed by the husband”

    “Drowned by the ocean”

    “Shot by his own son”

    "She used a poison in his tea

    Then kissed him goodbye"

    That’s my kind of story

    It’s no fun 'til someone dies

    Cause I need to watch things die

    From a distance

    Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies

    You all need it too, don’t lie

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    We brag on having bread, but none of us are bakers We all talk having greens, but none of us own acres If none of us own acres, and none of us grow wheat Then who will feed our people when our people need to eat?

    Killer Mike ~ Ronald Reagan

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      Ooh! I like that. It reminds me of Red Reddington from the show The Blacklist voicing his take:

      Have you ever seen the aftermath of a suicide bombing?

      I have. June 29th, 2003. I was meeting two associates at the Marouche restaurant in Tel Aviv. As my car was pulling up, a 20-year-old Palestinian named Ghazi Safar entered the restaurant and detonated a vest wired with C-4

      The shock wave knocked me flat, blew out my eardrums. I couldn’t hear. The smoke… It was like being under water. I went inside. A nightmare. Blood, parts of people. You could tell where Safar was standing when the vest blew. It was like a perfect circle of death. There was almost nothing left of the people closest to him. Seventeen dead, 46 injured. Blown to pieces. The closer they were to the bomber, the more horrific the effect

      That’s every suicide. Every single one. An act of terror perpetrated against everyone who’s ever known you. Everyone who’s ever loved you. The people closest to you, the ones who cherish you are the ones who suffer the most pain, the most damage. Why would you do that? Why would you do that to people who love you?

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    Is this how it is?
    Is this how it’s always been?
    To exist in the face of suffering and death
    And somehow still keep singing?

    Florence + The Machine - Free

    Also:

    I did my best, tried to impress, my childhood dream made flesh
    And my dresses and my flowering sadness, so like a woman to profit from her madness
    I was only beautiful under the lights, only powerful there
    Burned down at thirty-six
    Why did you dig me up for this?

    Florence + The Machine - One of the Greats

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    “the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had” - Bad Word (Tears for Fears)


    “Well, Americans don’t care for much of anything
    Land and water the least
    And animal life is low on the totem pole
    With human life not worth more than infected yeast,”

    “Americans don’t care too much for beauty
    They’ll shit in a river, dump battery acid in a stream
    They’ll watch dead rats wash up on the beach Complain if they can’t swim” - Last Great American Whale (Lou Reed)

    the entire songs is magnificent

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    Strangers passing in the street. By chance, two separate glances meet, and I am you and what I see is me

    ~ Pink Floyd - Echoes

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      Oh I absolutely love this song. I was in a band back in the early 2000’s that did a cover of this. Was definitely one of my favorites.

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      Poor, poor Paul.

      Or, lucky, lucky Paul?

      It’s all in the perspective. I mean, had he a wife, he may never have found himself talkin’ with Davey who was still in the navy.

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          Actually, no one in that bar is where they want to be with the possible exception of the piano player. The old man trying to remember the good old days, the bartender who wants to be an actor, the lonely business men drowning their sorrows. It seems to me that they would all rather be somewhere or someone else.

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    Let’s put one classic here. One that is sadly more and more relevant these days…

    Generals gathered in their masses, just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction, sorcerers of death’s construction. In the fields the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning. Death and hatred to mankind, poisoning their brainwashed minds…Oh lord yeah!

    Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role to the poor

    Time will tell on their power minds Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess Wait `till their judgement day comes, yeah!

    Now in darkness, world stops turning, as you hear the bodies burning. No more war pigs of the power, hand of god has struck the hour. Day of judgement, god is calling, on their knees the war pigs crawling. Begging mercy for their sins, Satan, laughing, spreads his wings…Oh lord, yeah!

    • War Pigs, Black Sabbath
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    There’s a tool for everything A sawzall can set you free

    There’s copper in the hills, you ain’t gotta mine it. Just a pickup truck in the dead of night. Birds of a feather, they’ll flock and cry but the metal man don’t care which way you fly.

    -sawzall v surveillance, Nathan evans fox

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    "And on I read, until the day was gone.

    And I sat in regret of all the things I’ve done.

    For all that I’ve blessed, and all that I’ve wronged.

    In dreams until my death I will wander on."

    Audioslave, Like A Stone.

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    My time is a piece of wax Falling on a termite Who’s choking on the splinters

    ~Beck, “Loser”


    Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.

    ~Kris Kristofferson, Me and Bobby McGee


    The people who love me still ask me, “When are you coming back to town?” I answer, “Quite frankly, when they stop building roads, And all God needs is gravity to hold me down.”

    ~Alison Kraus, “Gravity”


    Four hundred years later, I learned about my roots, And how they traded in their white sheets for badges and blue suits

    ~Onyx, “Getto Mentalitee”


    Is your mother worried? Would you like us to assign someone to worry your mother?

    ~Chaise Longue by Wet Leg


    You want me to love you in moderation Do I look moderate to you?

    ~Florence + The Machine, “Moderation”


    And the salt in my wounds Isn’t burning anymore than it used to. It’s not that I don’t feel the pain It’s just I’m not afraid of hurting anymore.

    ~Paramore, “Last Hope”


    the shit hasn’t even begun to hit the fan.

    ~Incubus, from “Consequence”


    I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve. I have a history of losing my shirt.

    ~“One Week” by the Barenaked Ladies

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      One Week has been permanently tied to its usage in Smooth by Neil Cicierega for me

      Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.

      This one really does make you think, doesn’t it? “Me and Bobby McGee” is a song I listen to for the tune for the most part, but listening to the lyrics is a bit of a different experience.

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    Insanity laughs under pressure we’re breaking

    Queen - Under Pressure

    A gift shop at the gun range, a mass shooting at the mall

    Bo Burnham - That Funny Feeling

    (Honestly every line in that song is golden)