#lyrics

We have all lived through that shriveling moment when a parent walks into a room and repeats, with sardonic disbelief, a couplet picked up from the stereo or the TV. 'What does that mean, then?' my mother asked me during Top of the Pops. "Get it on / Bang a gong"? How long did it take him to think of that, do you reckon?' And the correct answer - 'Two seconds, and it doesn't matter' - is always beyond you, so you just tell her to shut up, while inside you're hating Marc Bolan for making you like him even though he sings about getting it on and banging gongs. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#music #music

I could be anything but for the faults that I've acquired on my way. ↗

— Matchbox

#future #lyrics #music #music

We are the cause of a world that's gone wrong. Nature will survive us, we've been wrong after all. We are the cause of a world that's gone wrong. Wouldn't it be great to heal the world with only a song? (Sky is Over) ↗

— Serj Tankian

#nature

NAD MALOMĚSTSKOU KAŠNOU Vodo, vodo, vodičko, Ty nejsi ty, ty nejsi ty, Nepostojíš maličko – Tyrlityty – tyrlityty – Nemáš stání mi naslouchat, Tečeš, tečeš neustále, Dál a dále, co nejdále, Kovové tě roury ženou, Studna jen tě vyšplouchat Na vyhřátý starý rynk Hlinozvonnou, vychlazenou – Oblou, starý, nový čas Oblékáš obraz přes obraz, Prahnoucí mé žízně čumus, hladinou svou barvoměnnou (hladinou svou tvaroměnnou) měniíš každou vteřinou, přes okraj se kapky přeřinou – konkylandr – konkylandr – hlasu plna’s, plan šumu’s: „Jdi na vandr! Jdi na vandr!“ Z tebe bych pil tak rád! Kdybys přestala protékat, Ztepláš a skalíš se nastokrát, Samá lenost budeš, smrad, Co ti po tom, že mám tě rád – Cákycák – cákycát – Trvale chceš se rozlévat, Sebechvat jsi, sebechvat, Jsi poháněna i to, co pohání, A celek – toť čisté trvání. ↗

— Joachim Ringenatz zněmčiny přebásnil J. Máša

#nature

Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before 'Relax,' said the night man, 'We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, But you can never leave ... ↗

— The Eagles

#california #gluttony #greed #shallowness #sin

There's a time I can recall Four years old and three feet tall Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar And both were out of reach ↗

— Hilary Weeks

#reaching #hilarious

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you darling And I would still be on my feet Oh I would still be on my feet ↗

— Joni Mitchell

#song-lyrics

For several centuries what has passed for song in literary circles was any text that looked like the lyrics for a commonplace melodic setting. ↗

— David Antin

#centuries #circles #commonplace #like #literary

And I think as long as a song has beautiful lyrics, I'm so happy. ↗

— Julie Andrews

#happy #i #i think #long #lyrics

If I look at my old lyrics, they seem to be full of rage, but empty. There was an emptiness in my life. ↗

— Billie Joe Armstrong

#empty #full #i #life #look