Give me some of your favorite lyrics from a song that never fails to make you turn up the radio.

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

Answers

Starting with the song I randomly heard coming in tonight:

Hey matt

yeah tim

hey have you talked to mark lately?

uhh, i havent really talked to him but he looks pretty, uh, down

ha ha ha, he looks pretty, uh, down

yeah, well, maybe we should cheer him up then

what do you, uh, suppose we should do?

well, does he like butter tarts?

Len, "Steal My Sunshine".
I'm not proud.

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

Yeah whats up man
I need to get high man
I need to get ahold of some big-time dope Man, you know where I can get a key?

I know where you can get a LP

LP? man have you went crazy man?
I'm talkin about some dope man
I need to get high right now man
why dont you hook me up with a 5-0

I can hook you up with a 12-inch

12 inch? Man, you done went crazy
You don't even know what time it is
Out here on the streets
You don't know what time it is
Man you's a fool.

Yo homeboy YOU a fool,
YOU don't know what time it is
Out here messin up your mind
You know what I'm sayin?
This is Ice-T talkin to you boy,
I'ma tell you what TIME it is...

Ice-T, I'm Your Pusher

And Mike, I've got Len on my hard drive.

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, no, Ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire in a fire, representing seven games, a government for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped. Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture andthe revered and the right, right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down. Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.

It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right. It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone)

'Nuff said.

Oh! and

I've been drivin' all night, my hands wet on the wheel There's a voice in my head that drives my heel It's my baby callin', says I need you here And it's a half past four and I'm shiftin' gear When she is lonely and the longing gets too much She sends a cable comin' in from above Don't need no phone at all

We've got a thing that's called Radar Love We've got a wave in the air Radar Love

The radio plays some forgotten song Brenda Lee's comin' on strong The road has got me hypnotized And I'm a-speeding to a new sunrise

When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough She sends her comfort comin' in from above We don't need no letter at all

We've got a thing that's called Radar Love We've got a line in the sky

No more speed, I'm almost there Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care Last car to pass, here I go And the line of cars go down real slow And the radio plays that forgotten song Brenda Lee's comin' on strong And the newsman sang his same song Oh one more radar lover is gone

When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough She sends her comfort comin' in from above We don't need no letter at all

We've got a thing that's called Radar Love We've got a line in the sky We've got a thing that's called Radar Love We've got a thing that's called Radar Love

What a perfect road trip song

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

I like cold beverages. I like cold beverages. I like cold beverages. Uh. I'm feeling kind of thirsty.

Stick it in the fridge, stick it in the fridge, stick it in the fridge, stick it in the fridge...

Poetry, I tell you.

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

Ana Ng Make a hole with a gun perpendicular To the name of this town in a desk-top globe Exit wound in a foreign nation Showing the home of the one this was written for My apartment looks upside down from there Water spirals the wrong way out the sink And her voice is a backwards record It's like a whirlpool and it never ends

Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

All alone at the '64 World's Fair Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all" Who was at the Dupont Pavilion? Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there? Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire To the horn on the pole at the bus depot And in the back of the edge of hearing These are the words the voice was repeating:

Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge: "I don't want the world, I just want your half"

They don't need me here, and I know you're there (don't need me) Where the world goes by like the humid air (world goes by) And it sticks like a broken record Everything sticks like a broken record Everything sticks until it goes away (it goes home) And the truth is, we don't know anything (don't know)

Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

~ ana ng by They Might Be Giants

(pronounced "ehng")

...and a sidenote to that: it's doubly fun to sing after you meet some cool femme in an airport bar with the last name "Ng" who soonafter becomes a letter-writing-type of cool friend.

which i did, and we are. So it's funny.

ha.

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

Playing on my headphones right now:

I was on a Paris train
I emerged in London rain
And you were there, swimming through apologies

I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember soldiers sleeping next to me
Riding on the metro

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

To close the italics, hopefully . . .

Anyway. Also:

I don't know how much more of this I can take / She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake (Elvis Costello, "Watching the Detectives")

Got the cash / and feeling flash / in Leicester Square (Saint Etienne, "He's on the Phone")

For we come on the ship called the Mayflower / We come on the ship that sailed the moon / We come in the age's most uncertain hour / And sing an American tune. (Simon & Garfunkel, "American Tune")

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

MOC, Radar Love is my dad's favorite road trip song ever. He's driving my car from Houston to LA next month and wants to burn a CD with 23 tracks of just Radar Love.

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

Regulators. They regulate any stealin' of his property, and they damn good too. But you can't be any geek of the streets. You gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep.

REGULATORS! MOUNT UP!
It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G was on the streets tryin' to consume
Some skirts for the E so I could get my own
(something something), chillin' all alone

Just hit the east side of the LBC
on a mission tryin' to find Mr. Warren G
seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak
all you skirts know what's up with two-one-three

So I hooks a left on two one and louis
some brother shooting dice so I said 'let's do this'
I jump out the ride, I said 'what's up?'
Some brother pulled a gat so I said 'I'm stuck'

Since these girls beepin' me, I'm-a glide and swerve
These hookers looking so hard they straight hit the curve
Won't think about a thing but some horny tricks
Saw my homeys and some suckahs all in the mix

I'm getting jacked, they're breaking myself
I can't believe they takin' Warren's wealth!
They took my ring, they took my Rolex
I looked at the brutha, said 'damn, what's next?'

They got my homey penned up and they all around
(something something something) straight pound for pound
I wanna come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them bustas down

They got guns to my head, I think I'm goin' down
I can't believe this happen' in my hometown
If I had wings I would fly, let me contemplate
I glance in the cut and I see my homey Nate

Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
Now they droppin' and yellin' it's a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate.

The wonder that is "Regulate" by Warren G. My all-time favorite rap song that always makes me sing along.

Disclaimer - these lyrics were typed from memory sitting in the computer lab, so they're very likely extremely wrong. I should've just done a Google search, but I didn't think of it 'til now. Quite the smarty-pants, aren't I.

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

Marry me, Emily.

I love any song that mentions the LBC.

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

Emily, I love you. And I love me some Warren G. Whatever happened to him?

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

I should contribute some lyrics at some point, no? But don't worry mom, I met him in a restaurant
And all this time I've been getting to know him
He's got an ex-wife in Pasadena and sometimes she's a mess to deal with
But mostly we've been living here uninjured
There's a silence and she says
Listen here young lady, all that matters is what makes you happy
but you leave this house knowing my opinion won't Make you love me if you don't care
I'm sending you this photograph
I swear this one is gonna last

and this is the line where I turn up the radio and sing loudly along And all those other bastards were only practice...

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

*Sonny looked at Sherry and said "Let's get on outta here".

REK - The Road Goes on Forever

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

Where my girls at? From the front to back Well is you feelin' that Well put one hand up Can you repeat that Tryin' to take my man See I don't need that So don't play yourself

that's right, suckas. Don't play yourself. (With yourself is fine, but not without that.)

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

It's as true as something that nobody knows that her eyes are as big as her bubbly toes

Some song by some guy getting heavy rotation on the only station I listen to. Love this song, love those lyrics, no idea who the guy is.

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

Look around your world pretty baby
Is it everything you hoped it'd be
The wrong guy the wrong situation
The right time to roll to me...

And I don't think I have ever seen a soul so in despair
So if you want to talk the night through
Guess who will be there?

So don't try to deny it pretty baby
You've been down so long you can hardly see
When the engine's stalled and it won't stop raining
It's the right time to roll to me

Roll to me... the right time, to
Roll to me...

roooo-ooolll to me-ee-EEEEEEE!

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

Oh, PG, that was totally my song freshman year. The lyrics pretty much fit my (completely self-created, in retrospect) dramas.

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

I think they just got back together, didn't they?

That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic,
That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy
Lying down on the couch, what does that mean?
You're a nut! You're crazy in the coconut!
What does that mean? That boy needs therapy
I'm gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy
Ranagazoo, let's have a tune
Now when I count three
That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy
He was white as a sheet
And he also laid false teeth

Avalanches is above, business continues below

Did I ever tell you the story about
Cowboys! Mid, Mid Midgets and the indians and
Fron, Frontier Psychiatrist
I... I felt strangely hypnotised
I was in another world, a world of 20.000 girls
And milk! Rectangles, to an optometrist, the man with the golden eyeball
And tighten your buttocks, pour juice on your chin
I promise my girlfriend I'd... the violin, violin, violin ...

From Frontier Psychiatrist, by The Avalanches

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

Is that tag closed yet? Sheeit.

I love Al! I love Hannah!

I love me some Warren G, too, y'all. I miss him. I stole his "Regulate" CD from my sister, because, well, I need it more than she does.

Oh, and "don't play yourself"! I love you, Omie.

-- Anonymous, February 19, 2002

hee! to Omar

really the only lyrics I can think of are from the last two songs I listened to:

besides, we all are makin' money
and we all are fucking alone
and we don't know what we're doing
maybe just buying us some hope
because we know that we are lonely
yeah lonely that's for sure - on my way to work by Bright Eyes

people don't want to listen to what you have to say
cause they're so damn scared you'll be smarter than them
one day
everyone's fucking crazy
and I
just hate these flourescent lights - Flourescent Lights by Carissa's Wierd

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

This one's for you whereever you are to say the things I should have said since we've been apart

This one's for all the love we once knew Like everything else I have this one's for you

And also Her name was Lola she was a showgirl with yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there

I am not ashamed of my love for Barry.

Or Gordon Lightfoot. Or Anne Murray. Or any of the gods of 70s soft rock.

And word to the Femmes. Old Mother Reagan she's so dumb she's so dangerous how come she don't go far away she better go far away Old Mother Reagan went to Heaven at the pearly gates she was stopped

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

Did it close?

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

Good.

You know what always makes me crank it up? I'm embarrassed, but I might as well admit it:

REO Speedwagon.

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

Oh, are we admitting the embarrassing ones now?
"Sister Christian" by Night Ranger gets the crank from me.

U2's "Where the Streets Have No Name" is crankworthy; so is "Subterranean Homesick Blues." (not that I consider U2 and Dylan embarrassing)

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

All right, if we're moving away from inspirational: I'll feed you fruit that don't exist
I'll leave graffiti where you've never been kissed
I'll do your laundry, massage your soul
I'll turn you over to the highway patrol And that's not even my favorite Beck lyric.

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

Can I tell you, I was going to be totally snarky in my post about how we are all biffing the close-italics tag?

and then I went and did it my ownself.

need coffeeeeee......

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

Slickery, That song being played on the River is: "Bubble Toes" by Jack Johnson....cd is called "Brushfire Fairytales"

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

John! Thank you. I hear them say it and I try to remember it and I end up going "John Jackson. Jack Johnson. Joe Jackson. No, wait, that's Lawyers in Love."

I shall write it down right now.

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

Isn't Lawyers in Love by Jackson Browne?

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

Yes, Chris, Lawyers in Love is Jackson Browne, whom I love, but not as much as REO Speedwagon.

And Al, our common love of all things Iron Chef, Drum Corps, John Edward, and now REO Speedwagon...maybe you're my long lost daughter, or something (though I don't remember losing a daughter) Of course, I saw REO Speedwagon at Soldier's Field in Chicago and they were back-up for Ted Nugent! So there might be a few things from my past that I don't remember (most of that concert being one of them). -barb

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

My name is Mud, but call me Alowishus Devadander Abercrombie That's long for Mud so I've been told Told that by this sonsabitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold I've got my pride, I drink my wine I'd drink the finest except I haven't earned a dime in several months Or were it years The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears We had our words, a common spat So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat My name is Mud

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

Right, missed the Joe Jackson-Jackson Brown step. It's there, trust me. Seriously, I am very very bad with names. Last week I called my husband by my brother's name. Not good and kind of icky.

-- Anonymous, February 20, 2002

Crazy rowdy conundrums
I've heard some and I've spun some
That's how I know I'm on one
That's how I know I've found one...

...better notify my next of kin,
'cause I believe I'm boarding
a most unholy train...

- the Damnations

-- Anonymous, February 21, 2002

I guess we won't be holding hands
Like Hallmark lovers on the sands
Who needs the beaches anyway
Stuff my friends and all they'd say

You're pure light pure delight pure delight
You're pure light pure delight pure delight
You're pure light pure delight pure delight
You're so pure

Yeah, you step up to the microphone
And lotsa people wanna take you home
But you don't even like the way I sing
Baby I think that's the sweetes thing
Had to give some love to the Judybats.

-- Anonymous, February 21, 2002

And besides, you're probably holding hands With some skinny, pretty girl that likes to talk about bands. And all I wanna do is ride bikes with you And stay up late and watch cartoons. I'm just your average Thundercats ho.

--Moldy Peaches

-- Anonymous, February 21, 2002

it's easier not to be wise and measure these things by your brains I sank into Eden with you alone in the church, by and by I'll read to you here, save your eyes you'll need them, your boat is at sea Your anchor is up, you've been swept away and the greatest of teachers won't hesitate to leave you there by yourself chained to fate, yeah

I alone love you I alone tempt you I alone love you Fear is not the end of this!

it's easier not to be great and measure these things by your eyes We long to be here by his resolve alone in the church, by and by to cradle the baby in space and leave you there by yourself, chained to fate...

oh, now, we took it back too far only love can save us now all these riddles that you burned all come running back to you all these rhythms that you hide only love can save us now all these rhythms that you burned, yeah, yeah, YEAH!!!!

- I Alone, by Live

-- Anonymous, May 18, 2002

I love that song you just posted so much. Like, so much.

-- Anonymous, May 19, 2002

I have only heard Jimmy Buffett do this song, although on 3WA I learnt it was actually a CS&N song...but it is SUCH a Buffett song.

Southern Cross

Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas
We got eighty feet of waterline, nicely making way
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away

Think about
Think about how many times I have fallen....

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a comin' day

So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dyin'
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain ...

So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do...

I have had this song on my Rio for months, and it always makes me tear up.

-- Anonymous, May 19, 2002

Kristin, that is one of my all time favorites, and it always makes me tear up a little, too, but I cannot even imagine anyone other than CS&N doing it. I'll have to dig up that Buffet version.

-- Anonymous, May 19, 2002

I love this song:

Now it's just me and the night and I'm so broken hearted

I just wait in the dark here for my dearly departed

Did my ring burn your finger?

Did my love weigh you down?

Was the promise too much to keep around?

Does my ring burn your finger - written by Buddy and Julie Miller, performed by Lee Ann Womack

-- Anonymous, May 20, 2002