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

  • TheTechnician27@lemmy.worldEnglish
    4·
    17 days ago

    Tally Hall’s song “Ruler of Everything” is a “nothing matters and that’s terrifying” song. Contrasting that song, though, earlier in the album is “Spring and a Storm”, imo a “nothing matters and that’s okay and special” song. It ends with:

    Create until nothing is left to create

    And the Universe bursts with an overworked sigh

    Then pretend to, pretend to recrown the creation

    And sing the same thing 'til the clouds start to cry

    And then over and over and over again

    And then over and over and-- never again…

    In my opinion, a commentary on how everything has already been done and it’s all recycled, but it’s special because we’re here now, and eventually, on a personal and a universal level, there’ll be a last time.

    • Pratai@piefed.caOPEnglish
      2·
      17 days ago

      Okay. That shit sounds awesome. Going to check that out for sure. I’ll add that it sort of reminds me of a line from band called Deconstruction- (it’s the bassist and guitarist from Jane’s Addiction in a side project)

      The song is called:

      Wait For History

      The line is:

      Terra-cotta fountains all dried up
      leave it all again to the roaches
      when our dirty sidewalk becomes sheet rock 
      and history becomes geology.