Doesn’t matter if the song as a whole is your favorite, I’m just curious what line really stood out to you in a good way.

  • whoisearth@lemmy.ca
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    11 minutes ago

    A recent one from Tierra Whack

    The more I get to know you the more I think less of you

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    34 minutes ago

    The flames of hell they seemed so high

    When I could barely see over the pew

    I was only a boy when they told me that lie

    But lord it felt so true

    And that’s a hell of a thing to do to a kid

    Just to teach him right from wrong

    You can burn in hell for the rest of your days

    Or you can choose to sing along

    Found this song on shuffle during a drive and had to pull over to cry out some religious trauma.

  • Voroxpete@sh.itjust.works
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    50 minutes ago

    Favorite lyric is the sort of thing that changes constantly, but my favorite lyricist right now is undoubtedly Vessel from Sleep Token

    Man just casually busts out bars like

    My, my, those eyes like fire, I’m a winged insect, you’re a funeral pyre

    And

    Even if the earth breaks like burnt skin, And the heavens just won’t open up for me

    But I’m also going to give a shout out to The Midnight for some genuinely insane lines.

    If the rent’s too high we’ll just buy cheaper wine is one of the most uncomfortably present lyrics I have ever heard.

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    5 hours ago

    Scatman John, Scatman’s world:

    [Verse 1] Everybody’s talkin’ something very shocking Just to keep on blockin’ what they’re feelin’ inside But listen to me brother, you just keep on walkin’ 'Cause you and me and sister ain’t got nothing to hide Scatman, fat man, black and white and brown man Tell me 'bout the color of your soul If part of your solution isn’t ending the pollution Then I don’t wanna hear your stories told I wanna welcome you to Scatman’s World

    [Verse 2] Everybody’s born to compete as he chooses But how can someone win if winning means that someone loses? I sit and see and wonder what it’s like to be in touch No wonder all my brothers and my sisters need a crutch I wanna be a human being, not a human doing I couldn’t keep that pace up if I tried The source of my intention really isn’t crime prevention My intention is prevention of the lie Yeah, welcome to the Scatman’s World

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    5 hours ago

    “I’ve had recurring nightmares, That I was loved for who I am, And missed the opportunity, To be a better man”

    -Muse, Hoodoo

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    6 hours ago

    “Hamlet” by the group “Wise Guys”. The whole song text is a very good summary of Shakespeare’s text. Actually better than something I’ve seen being used in schools. And, of course, with a twinkle in the eyes.

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    6 hours ago

    And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

    Time - Pink Floyd

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    8 hours ago

    “And it’s your face, I’m looking for, on every street”.

    That one will haunt me for the rest of my life. For reasons similar to Knopfler’s.

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    7 hours ago

    “Stuck in this inferno, straight cooking, al dente” (but pronounced like Dante)

    Burn It Down - Timeflies

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    8 hours ago

    And I finally found that everybody loves to love you When you’re far away

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    8 hours ago

    You’re trying to find a compromise Between remembering and learning to forget So now just pouring a glass of water Is like trying to move boulders with your breath

    -Chris Pureka - So it Goes