Music's greatest opening lines

That’s an opinion…not a very good one (imo)…but it’s your and I’m happy for you to have it.

I invite you to go onto one (or more) of the various Blitz Album Survey threads to enlighten us with your choices…all are welcome…the more, the merrier :slight_smile:

Wim doesn’t do the 60s. :wink:

A late (night) entry from me:

I can’t stand up and l can’t sit down,
cos a great big problem stopped me in my tracks,
I can’t relax cos l haven’t done a thing,
And l can’t do a thing, cos l can’t relax.

Ahem.
I don’t do 60’s albums
The singles are awesome.

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I like this one from Modest Mouse - Float on

I backed my car into a cop car the other day
Well, he just drove off, sometimes that’s okay

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3/ What we have here, is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can’t reach.
So you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants it…well he gets it.
I don’t like it any more than you men.

2/ I never counted on this
Guess that’s the way that it goes yeah
You used to be someone I knew
Somebody I could understand but

1/ I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
I can’t sleep cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me, I’m a real live wire

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3.I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain

2.“I don’t question our existence. I just question our modern needs”

  1. There must be some kind of way out of here
    Said the joker to the thief
    There’s too much confusion
    I can’t get no relief
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Kinks
I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Cherry cola (C-O-L-A, cola)
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said, “Lola” (L-O-L-A, Lola)

Paul Simon
I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises

Queen
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landside
No escape from reality

And Elvis (just because…)
Well, it’s one for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Now go, cat, go

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Carl Perkins (just because he wrote it…)

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Strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things

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Long distance information, give me Memphis Tennessee
Help me find a party that tried to get in touch with me

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I said hey mister bartender, come here,One bourbon one scotch one beer.

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Just a spare one

Way-ay-ay-ay
(A-way-a-way-a-w ang-dang-dang-dang)
I met her at the Sailor’s Arms a bar down by the docks
Full of prostitutes and deviants and fellas wearing frocks
Went there to drown my sorrows, my misery and pain
With fourteen multicoloured pills and a pint of heavy ale (Heavy ale)

In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty, I want to be,
In the warm hold of your loving mind

I love the simplicity of the words in this song. And who doesn’t get a kick out of the use of the word ‘twould’ as a little bonus later in the track.

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3-2-1 votes until midnight AEST tonight, still no-one has suggested:

Son, I’m 30
I only went with your mother cos she’s dirty

They seek him here
They seek him there
His clothes are loud
But never swear

Watching the people get lairy It’s not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary It’s not very sensible either
A friend of a friend he got beaten He looked the wrong way at a policeman
Would never have happened to Smeaton An Old Leodensian

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You’re a yob or you’re a wanker -
Take your ■■■■■■■ choice;
So who is your favorite genius:
James Hird or James Joyce?

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Been crucified by all the scribes
You can’t see our backs for all the knives
The critics have done all they could
Fair enough, we’re just no good

Speaking of which, @mrjez… have they fixed that horrendous clipping at the end of the first verse of this song (where the vocals distort just before the drums come in) on the Hot Dogma vinyl re-issue?

I always thought it might have been deliberately done. Seems like a thing TISM would do…

I’m bitter, I’m twisted
James Joyce is farking my sister
How can I remember 1690?
I was born in 1965

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No idea, I hadn’t even listened to the album for years so wasn’t aware. I’ll check later.

I’m a bogan, baby, always was
I’m only happy when I punch a mod