What are your favorite lines or lyrics from your favorite songs?

I think the lines from Ray LaMontagne's song "Jolene" are my favorite: "Jolene, I ain't about to go straight it's too late, I found myself facedown in the ditch booze in my hair, blood on my lips, and a picture of you holding a picture of me in the pocket of my blue jeans I still don't know what love means." I don't know why but these lyrics stick with me all of the time, I have this song in my mind quite often. I think Ray LaMontagne is a pretty talented singer-songwriter. He is one of my favorites.

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Permalink Reply by senor mcguire on March 22, 2011 at 1:10pm
" As dark as the inside of a cow ".....John Hartford
Permalink Reply by Jack on March 22, 2011 at 2:09pm

"He was sheriff, judge, he owned the hearse, a man you did not anger" - from The Sky Above, The Mud Below by Tom Russell

 

"When I was a cave man, paintin' on the walls, I never had a dollar, man I had it all - from Cave Man by Chris Smither

 

The lyrics below are excerpted from Live Forever by Billy Joe Shaver.  Between knowing what happened to his son Eddy and being a father of a young boy myself, these hit me in the heart every single time.

 

You fathers and you mothers
Be good to one another
Please try to raise your children right
Don't let the darkness take 'em
Don't make 'em feel forsaken
Just lead them safely to the light

Permalink Reply by L A Johnson on March 22, 2011 at 3:53pm

'The King is gone but he's not forgotten, is this the story of Johnny Rotten'...N Young

Permalink Reply by Roscoe on March 22, 2011 at 7:45pm

It's Better to burnout then fade away

also Neil Young  from the same song

Permalink Reply by Brian Lovely on March 22, 2011 at 6:03pm
From the Star Room Boys "Gastonia:"  Oh, Carolina, how I love your rolling waters by the sea.  But that inland town just drags me down, and rolls right over me."
Permalink Reply by Roscoe on March 22, 2011 at 7:56pm

"Well the night time makes You lonesome for that early morning sun for the light upon that engine reaching towards the dawn you can spend your whole life racing down rusty railroad lines it's the setting sun your chasing in that dark and rolling sky(Evening Sun By Old Crow Medicine Show)

Permalink Reply by Michael Healer on March 23, 2011 at 12:01am
From Warren Zevon's "Dirty Life and Times": "And if she won't love me, then her sister will/She's from Say-one-thing-and-mean-anothers-ville."
Permalink Reply by Mike Oakley on March 23, 2011 at 8:29am

"While preachers preach of evil fates, teachers teach that knowledge wait, can lead  to hundred dollar plates, goodness hides inside its gates, but even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked"

-Bob Dylan "It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding"

 

"You can make a name for yourself, you can hear those tires squeal, you can be known as the most beautiful woman who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal"

-Bob Dylan "Sweetheart Like You

 

"But the other night when you cried and you woke me up just to tell me of your bad dream, I held you close to be of some avail, like tryin' to hold the wind up with a sail"

-Pat Garvey "Tryin To Hold The Wind Up With A Sail"

Permalink Reply by spil on March 23, 2011 at 8:46am

"patriotism is the last refuge, to which a scoundrel clings"  dylan-sweetheart like you

 

"one old brown shoe, falls in slow motion,

and the bedsprings hover right above your head,

as bedsprings do, when you're beneath them"

old 97's

 

Permalink Reply by Zach Bell on September 3, 2011 at 8:14am

awesome songs man.

I listened to wreck your life several times before i caught on to what old brown shoe was about.

"and you'll curse the rain that turns the dirt to mud" 

yeah no matter what sound rhett miller or the 97's are playing he always supplies great lyrics.

I'm going to have to listen to Dylan's Infidels as well, I haven't really got into his stuff from the 80s

Permalink Reply by Brendan McCloud on March 23, 2011 at 9:12am

The one song I wish had written - Don Henley, Month of Sundays

 

I used to work for Harvester. I used to use my hands.
I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested this great land.
Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn.
And I see the clouds cross the weathered faces and I watch the harvest burn.

I quit the plant back in fifty-seven. Had some time for farmin' then.
The banks back then was lendin' money. The banker was the farmer's friend.
I've seen dog days and dusty days, late spring snow and early fall sleet.
I've held the leather reigns in my hands; felt the soft ground under my feet.
Between the hot dry weather and the taxes and the cold war it's hard to make ends meet,
But I always put the clothes on their backs. I always put the shoes on their feet.

Permalink Reply by Brendan McCloud on March 23, 2011 at 9:25am

Long before your rusted chains
Busted walls and barb wire cage
Tried to hold me down

And time was just a fist of change
Tossed in the water just in case
You ever came around

I could lose myself
I could curse like hell
But I've lost the will
To even try

If you ever doubt
Listen to the sound
No lies, no no no
This is my last goodbye

 

Mark Selby - Last Goodbye

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