best "rock" (or whatever) couplet ever

I said love you’ve got it
Come on come on come on
Baby you’ve got it now

Can you breathe and is it clear
Have all your worries disappeared
Are you warm and snuggled tight
Before the cold wind starts to bite

I’m tomorrow’s ghostwriter
expect to see me at your door
And with my typewriter
I’ll make you money and then more

Let me break the ice by announcing, Mr Potts’ discovery
While painting in a fountain, he came across a symphony

I’ve finally realised, I’ve opened my mind up to the fact
The way I really live is just a put on it’s only an act

I feel tomorrow is yesterday there’s no escape for me today tell me, I don’t know
You always brushing your long blonde hair making waves in the air tell me, I don’t know

Sometimes I need to watch the snow falling lightly
Sometimes I need to know you’re here beside me
Streets that spoke to me before say nothing anymore
They speak to me from afar

And your room is in the air where there’s time to pull out all your hair
And the man who lives downstairs doesn’t smile at you but only glares

The Sun is rising but there’s no surprise
I see the learning in the girl’s eyes
The watchful maker sends his supernal guide
To watch for those who want to adore his might

I need a fast train on a smooth line
Gonna ride it into time
Bleed a cold sweat for a short while
But the feeling soon subsides

it's a glamour profession
the LA concession

jfc marty

She's vegetarian except when it comes to sex
She's strictly ad-lib except when it comes to text

If you do have me killed, put the fetus in a jar
So they throw me at the doctor when they shoot him in his car

Be careful with my balls
They're fragile like eggs
- Bob Marley

Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.

I've been on the other side of the Blue Ridge, seen the Shenandoah rolling there
I stepped off the mountain's edge, just to climb the golden stair

Love between two people must be based on understanding
Until that time you'll find your things all stacked out on the landing

Its just one of those days where you don't want to wake up
Everything is fucked, everybody sucks

Stick out your can
Cuz I'm the garbageman

I am, I am I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

Chin up, shoulders back
You've got a body like a Marshall stack

Income tax deduction
What a hell of a function

There's one more kid that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool

Man, every couplet or not-couplet by THE ARCANA I read, I think, wow, that's definitely the best rock (or whatever) couplet ever, but then I see the next one and I think, no, that last couplet(?) was horrific meaningless shit compared to this one, the true best rock (or whatever) couplet ever.

Streets that spoke to me before say nothing anymore
They speak to me from afar

Ok I need some clarification here.

Turtles have a short regs, not for the walking
Want to have a cigarette? Just give me a sign

Yeah it's just what you need when you're down in the dumps
One half hillbilly and one half punk
Big long legs and one big mouth
The hottest thing from the north to come out of the south

Sounds
Smash Hits
Melody Maker
NME
All sound like a dream to me

Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true
That you love me and I love me

Pepe has a scar from ear to ear
He will make your mug shots disappear

"We want to fuck you, Easy!"
I want to fuck you too

There's a fire on the moon, and I can't get there
God damn these wings, they take me nowhere

If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes,
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise

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

― o. nate, Sunday, June 4, 2017 7:38 PM (three days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Just opened the thread for the first time to post this very couplet. Well done.

In high school I was a punching bag
When I got out I was a punching fag

Holding up the trousers with extension cords

Net curtains blow slightly in the breeze.
Lemonade light filtering through the trees.

I'm gonna hold your face and toast the snow that fell
Because friends don't waste wine when there's words to sell

I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You'd better think about it baby

Not even the best misfits couplet but i woke up thinking about it

Also it doesnt rhyme

Well now I'm gonna be twenty two
I say my my and a boo hoo

There must be a dozen of them in "Every Picture Tells a Story." I'll go with "She took me up on deck and bit my neck/Oh, people I was glad I found her."

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground

Live is short so love the one you got
Cause you might get run over or you might get shot

― brimstead, Saturday, 3 June 2017 20:36 (one month ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Possibly otm

So Jesus went to Heaven and he went there awful quick
All them people killed him and he wasn't even sick

My love for you is like a truck, berserker
Would you like some making fuck, berserker