best "rock" (or whatever) couplet ever

it's kinda funny how bad these read. rock couplets r the ultimate 'guess you had to be there'

i probably didn't even say that right
and i really don't give a damn

but if you study the logistics and heuristics of the mystics you will find that their minds rarely move in a line
so it's much more realistic to abandon such ballistics and resign to be trapped on a leaf in the vine

mother, i've tried, please believe me: i'm doing the best that i can
i'm ashamed of the things i've been put through; i'm ashamed of the person i am

ain't no particular sign i'm more compatible with
i just want your extra time and your X X X kiss

The milk truck eased into my space
Somebody screamed somewhere

With these vulgar factions of the treble clef
I wish you luck with a capital F

Something
Something

AMANDA

Everybody rappin like it's a commercial
Actin like life is a big commercial

Post punk x man parked his forklift
Like a billion stars flickering from the grinders wheel

i don't mind choppin wood
and i don't care if the money's no good

Widows face the future
Factories face the poor

I feel like love is in the kitchen with a culinary eye
Think he's making something special and I'm smart enough to try

belligerent ghouls
run manchester schools

I've been high and I've been low
And I don't know where to go

I was walking around the flower show like a leper coming down with some kind of nervous hysteria
When I saw you standing there, green eyes, black hairu p against the pink and purple wisteria

I'll make it sweet but short
When I pull out your life support

She hit town a rose in bloom
Smell the sweet, sweet perfume
The color faded and the petals died
Down in the city no one cried
And in the streets the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
With roaches so big they got bones
They moved in and made themselves at home
I say nice boys, don't play rock 'n' roll
Nice boys, don't play rock 'n' roll
I'm not a nice boy!

I knew we'd never write
Somehow that seemed alright

If you look carefully in the background of The Scream
The couple on the bridge are both Robson Green

ftw

Half man Half biscuit: OPO-line >>>>>>>> this thread

Suddenly a half-sucky summer song came over the spider ride speaker system
It sounded like the best thing I ever heard, I just wanted to sit down and listen

I drove my Cadillac to Vegas to satisfy my lust
Wheelin', dealin', left ol' Vegas on a Greyhound bus

Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack
I went out for a ride and I never went back

If you feel alive in a darkened room
Do you know the name of your solitude

Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hollow screams

I got something to say
I killed a baby today

These lonely brothers on the radio
If that's a DJ I'm the pilgrim Mona Lisa

Your dying for the hope is gone
From here we go nowhere again

I'm trapped in my face and I'm changing too much
I can't climb out the way I fell in

she's got her toe in the cornhole
bleeding out in a snow cone

Fourth day, five day marathon.
We move like a parallelogram.

Charlie, for Chrissakes, if you wanna know the truth of it
I don't have a husband, he don't play the trombone

a miracle might point the way to solutions we're after
and avert our chronic impending disaster

Footsteps running 'cross the silver sand
Steps going down into tattoo land."

the comic book and me, just us
we caught the bus

Her stories are boring and stuff
She's always calling my bluff

Dusty frames that still arrive
Die in nineteen fifty-five

Now all the politicians, they just flap their mouths
They say we'll build a wall to keep them out

Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized
They're good enough for Conrad Hilton,
Not good enough for my eyes
I trust you will tell me
If I am making a fool of myself
Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather
They come out and blister the sea, oh yeah

I met her at the Burger King
We fell in love by the soda machine

Chewin' out a rhythm on my bubblegum
The sun is out and I want some

Caroline, Caroline, see she's the reason for the word "bitch"
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club trying to hurry up to get to some baller or singer or somebody like that and try to put on her makeup in the mirror and crash, crash, craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaash into a ditch

I send my murdergram to all these monster kids
It comes right back to me and it's
Signed in there daddies' blood

*their

To tell you that I think of you
Almost as much as you think of you

You were like a cloud, yes you were a flower
Then you were a lime, now our love is sour

You, and your masculine you
Forever benched, sitting by the dirty window

We speaks about travel, yeah we think about the land
We smart like all peoples, feeling real tan
I could take you places, do you need a new man?
Wipe the pollen from the faces, make revision to a dream while you wait in the van

is it ever appealing
to stand on the ceiling?

Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams

he is the king of children
singing like a boiler, 'tomorrow is on its way'

Maybe I should just change my style
But I feel alright when you smile

Counting the cost in money only
Strikes me as funny don’t you know

Holidays and salad days
And days of moldy mayonnaise

(A bit of a cheat)

And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make

wait awhile eternity
old mother nature's got nothin on me

so many amazing lines in that song. I think my favorite couplet is the last one:

It's Christmas in prison, there'll be music tonight.
I'll prob'ly get homesick. I love you. Goodnight.

yeah beautiful. he can deploy a word rhyming with itself like no other (not being sarcastic).

i also deeply love the image of

The search light in the big yard swings round with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes like the dust in the sun

and the chess game... they're all great

The searchlight might be my favorite image in any song. just so instantly evocative and so beautiful.

And if you survive 'til 2005, i hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out while the people around you breathe in

Many things on my mind
Words in the way

and that ain't no joke
you can disappear in smoke

it's like we're at a Ponzi scam-inar:
-there's no escaping without a door prize
-they're operating at significant loss

Oh, I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for

I can dance like Sherlock Holmes
I can sing like Sherlock Holmes
But I can't be Sherlock Holmes

he took a ride on the new highway
a culvert down to the ducks and drakes

In the fragrance sweet of the evening air
I could leave this world quite without a care