Lyrics that impress you everytime you hear them?
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BRAND NEW - PLAY CRACK THE SKY
We sent out the S.O.S. call.
It was a quarter past four, in the morning
When the storm broke our second anchor line.
Four months at sea. Four months of calm seas {only}
To be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point.
They call 'em rogues. They travel fast and alone.
One hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong.
What they call love is a risk,
'Cause you will always get hit
Out of nowhere by some wave
And end up on your own.
The hole in the hull defied the crew’s attempts,
To bail us out.
And flooded the engines and radio,
And half buried bow.
Your tongue is a rudder.
It steers the whole ship.
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
But the wrong words will strand you.
Come off course while you sleep.
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed to bits on the reef.
The vessel groans
The ocean pressures its frame.
To the port I see the lighthouse
Through the sleet and the rain.
And I wish for one more day to give my
Love and repay debts.
But the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west.
They say that the captain stays fast with the ship,
Through still and storm,
But this ain't the Dakota,
And the water's so cold,
{We} won't have to fight for long.
(This is the end.)
This story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear,
(This is the calm.)
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath,
(We are the risen.)
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea,
(After the storm.)
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean,
(Rest in the sea.)
I know that this is what you want, a funeral keeps both of us apart.
(Washed up on the beach.)
You know that you are not alone, I need you like water in my lungs.
[x2]
This is the end.
We sent out the S.O.S. call.
It was a quarter past four, in the morning
When the storm broke our second anchor line.
Four months at sea. Four months of calm seas {only}
To be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point.
They call 'em rogues. They travel fast and alone.
One hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong.
What they call love is a risk,
'Cause you will always get hit
Out of nowhere by some wave
And end up on your own.
The hole in the hull defied the crew’s attempts,
To bail us out.
And flooded the engines and radio,
And half buried bow.
Your tongue is a rudder.
It steers the whole ship.
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
But the wrong words will strand you.
Come off course while you sleep.
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed to bits on the reef.
The vessel groans
The ocean pressures its frame.
To the port I see the lighthouse
Through the sleet and the rain.
And I wish for one more day to give my
Love and repay debts.
But the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west.
They say that the captain stays fast with the ship,
Through still and storm,
But this ain't the Dakota,
And the water's so cold,
{We} won't have to fight for long.
(This is the end.)
This story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear,
(This is the calm.)
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath,
(We are the risen.)
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea,
(After the storm.)
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean,
(Rest in the sea.)
I know that this is what you want, a funeral keeps both of us apart.
(Washed up on the beach.)
You know that you are not alone, I need you like water in my lungs.
[x2]
This is the end.
"You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave" then goes into best solo ever - Hotel California 
Pure class.
Also one of the most impressive lyrical songs I've ever heard is "When we Dance" by Sting. I know its a girly love song, but his literacy skills here are amazing without being snobbish, as he sometimes comes across.
Pure class.Also one of the most impressive lyrical songs I've ever heard is "When we Dance" by Sting. I know its a girly love song, but his literacy skills here are amazing without being snobbish, as he sometimes comes across.
I was just thinking about this the other day. I have three favourite lyircs: Dave Matthews, a lyrical genius who can say a lot in a short phrase:
"Now progress takes away what forever took to find"
(from the Dreaming Tree)
And, I can't work out why this is such a good lyric, but it is. From Telegraph Road by Dire Straits:
"Then came the churches, then came the schools, then came the lawyers, then came the rules."
And finally, from Sister Hazel's Champagne High, about a guy going to his ex-girlfriend's wedding:
"Your wagon's been hitched to a star
Well now he'll be your thing that's new
Yeah, what little I have you can borrow
Cos I'm old, and I'm blue..."
"Now progress takes away what forever took to find"
(from the Dreaming Tree)
And, I can't work out why this is such a good lyric, but it is. From Telegraph Road by Dire Straits:
"Then came the churches, then came the schools, then came the lawyers, then came the rules."
And finally, from Sister Hazel's Champagne High, about a guy going to his ex-girlfriend's wedding:
"Your wagon's been hitched to a star
Well now he'll be your thing that's new
Yeah, what little I have you can borrow
Cos I'm old, and I'm blue..."
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oh absolutely!
i love the slow sections (you came and layed a cold compress upon the mess im in) and (come on home the poppies are grown knee deep by now
despite being 12mins long its my second most played song on itunes
saw her sing it at latitude last year and it blew me away
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Lol at the crappy indie and pop lyrics, go listen to some hip hop. 
a small example.
"Protect Ya Neck"
"So whassup man?
Coolin man"
"Chillin chillin?"
"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?"
"Why?"
"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?"
"Yeah"
"You know what I wanna hear right?"
"Whatchu wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"
"Wu-Tang again?"
"Ahh yeah, again and again!"
[*sounds of fighting*]
[RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off
de Inspector Deck
[Meth] watch ya step kid (8X)
[Inspector Deck]
I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin
While I get ya flippin off the **** I'm kickin
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
[Raekwon]
The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb, **** like math!
So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot
[Method]
It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
Movin on your left, aah!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, **** me back
Small change, they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow that ***** out the frame
And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "sue"
Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo check out the flow
like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin
Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*
[U-God]
Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed
Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
Sloop-B and my b-boy's U
to my crew with the "suuue"
[*interlude*]
watch ya step kid [8X]
[Ol Dirty *******] c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X]
[RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck
[Ol Dirty *******]
First things first man you're ****in with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a ****in nurse
I'll attack any ***** who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty ******* straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter, the winter
Straight up and down that **** packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty ******* is dirty and stinkin
Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your mother****in ass!
[Ghostface Killah]
For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with **** that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stompin grounds
I give a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin star
Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar
Point blank as I kick the square biz
There it is you're ****in with pros and there it goes
[RZA]
Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that
It's ten o'clock hoe, where the ****'s your seed at
Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style
the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your ****in chin
Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)
Comin around the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
Take us the **** outta here
[Genius]
The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table
That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
should have pumped it when I rocked it
Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your A&R
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar
But he don't know the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight
[*sounds of fighting*]
[RZA] You best protect ya neck [4X]
a small example.
"Protect Ya Neck"
"So whassup man?
Coolin man"
"Chillin chillin?"
"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?"
"Why?"
"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?"
"Yeah"
"You know what I wanna hear right?"
"Whatchu wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"
"Wu-Tang again?"
"Ahh yeah, again and again!"
[*sounds of fighting*]
[RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off
de Inspector Deck
[Meth] watch ya step kid (8X)
[Inspector Deck]
I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin
While I get ya flippin off the **** I'm kickin
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
[Raekwon]
The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb, **** like math!
So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot
[Method]
It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
Movin on your left, aah!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, **** me back
Small change, they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow that ***** out the frame
And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "sue"
Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo check out the flow
like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin
Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*
[U-God]
Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed
Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
Sloop-B and my b-boy's U
to my crew with the "suuue"
[*interlude*]
watch ya step kid [8X]
[Ol Dirty *******] c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X]
[RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck
[Ol Dirty *******]
First things first man you're ****in with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a ****in nurse
I'll attack any ***** who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty ******* straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter, the winter
Straight up and down that **** packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty ******* is dirty and stinkin
Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your mother****in ass!
[Ghostface Killah]
For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with **** that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stompin grounds
I give a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin star
Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar
Point blank as I kick the square biz
There it is you're ****in with pros and there it goes
[RZA]
Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that
It's ten o'clock hoe, where the ****'s your seed at
Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style
the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your ****in chin
Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)
Comin around the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
Take us the **** outta here
[Genius]
The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table
That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
should have pumped it when I rocked it
Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your A&R
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar
But he don't know the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight
[*sounds of fighting*]
[RZA] You best protect ya neck [4X]
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Clean me teeth, put on me best clobber
Tonights the night I'm for t'nob 'er
Vauxhall Vivas covered in rust
but you can't **** your bird on a 29 bus
One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four
Beer and sex and chips and gravy,
All a Macc Lad wants.
Beer and sex and chips and gravy,
A tasty bit of ****
I've told you once before,
Gerrup off the floor,
Finish yer chips, we're goin' for t'sup some more.
Tonights the night I'm for t'nob 'er
Vauxhall Vivas covered in rust
but you can't **** your bird on a 29 bus
One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four
Beer and sex and chips and gravy,
All a Macc Lad wants.
Beer and sex and chips and gravy,
A tasty bit of ****
I've told you once before,
Gerrup off the floor,
Finish yer chips, we're goin' for t'sup some more.
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Class - did you read post #32?
As a matter of fact no. But I have done now.
There were a load of bloody fairies in Buenos bloody Aires,
Wi' greasy hair and sweaty bums, they'd never heard of Boddington's.
A different culture and a different race, no chippies in't bloody place,
You can keep that poof Ardiles, cos we're going t'have your Malvinas
Eh Up! Eh Up! Eh Up! Eh Up!