So as @swoodley does his fine work flipping the 33s of yesteryear, here is a quick little comp open to all. 3-2-1 name your favourite opening song lyrics (up to 4 lines, no Fiona Apple epics), after a week let’s see which has the most votes. 3= favourites, 2 silver, 1 bronze.
Here’s mine:
3 Had a scratch only you could itch, underneath the Glebe Point bridge
2 I stand accused, just like you, of being born without a silver spoon
1 When I was just a baby my mother told me son, you always be a good boy don’t ever play with guns; but I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
Honourable mentions Fight the power, Tangled up in blue, This guy’s in love with you, London Calling, Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me…
3 Dearly beloved… we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life
Electric word life, it means forever and that’s a mighty long time
But I’m here to tell you…there’s something else
The afterworld
2 Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
city on a rainy day down in the harbour
watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
1 I’ve heard there was a secret chord
that David played, and it pleased the Lord
but you don’t really care for music, do you?
3-
Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes
Moonshine washing line
They suit him fine
2-
Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet?
1-
I’ve got a bike, you can ride it if you like
It’s got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good
I’d give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
Getting edgy all the time
There’s someone around, me just a step behind
It’s kinda scary, the shape I’m in
The walls are shakin’ and they’re closing in
3 - And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
2 -Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
1 -… So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Books are burning in the main square
And I saw there the fire eating the text
Books are burning in the still air
And you know where they burn books, people are next
Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
Oh…my… God.
Becky, look at her butt,
Uh! it´s so big.
She looks like one of those rap guy´s girlfriends
We’re setting sail to the place on the map
From which no one has ever returned
Drawn by the promise of the joker and the fool
By the light of the crosses that burned
2 - It kills me not to know this, but I’ve all but just forgotten, what the colour of her eyes were or her scars and how she got them, as the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping, through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten.
1 - In the end, as you fade into the night, who will tell the story of your life.
Zappa/Mothers, Inca Roads:
Did a vehicle
Come from somewhere out there
Just to land in the Andes?
Was it round
And did it have
A motor
Or was it
Something
Different
Iggy Pop
I’m bored
I’m the chairman of the bored (?)…
Midnight Oil, US Forces
US Forces gives the nod
It’s a setback for your country
Bombs and trenches all in rows
Bombs and threats still ask for more
It starts with one, one thing, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
When I was just a little baby boy
My Mama used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my Daddy was an evil man
She used to tell me he hated me