Ten of Top 100 Song Lines and Lyrics Part VII
Ten of Top 100 Song Lines and Lyrics Part VII by Roxanne McDonald
61. Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been/Lives in a dream/Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door/Who is it for?/All the lonely people/Where do they all come from?/All the lonely people/Where do they all belong?
“Eleanor Rigby;” The Beatles; The Beatles 1
62. oh babe/he wants you/but he just can’t get it on as you planned/and i guess a girl just can’t understand/how much a guy goes through/all she has to do is let herself/she doesn’t have to get herself up/on cue/like a performing seal/in a zoo/how was last night’s/performance babe?/was it better than/the night before?/are the old credentials/any good any good any good any more/or is the act beginning to bore you?/he can sing!/he can dance!/he can juggle!/he’s a regular one-man band/his costume’s a little tattered/his label says made in japan/but he beats his battered drum/and he rattles his empty can/and he somehow gets/his flag to fly/looka him/looka him/he’s a man!
“Don’t Put Him Down;” Dory Previn; Live at Carnegie Hall
63. You keep lyin’ when you oughta be truthin’/You keep losing when you oughta not bet/You keep samin’ when you oughta be a’changin’/What’s right is right but you ain’t been right yet/These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do/One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
“These Boots are Made for Walkin’;” Nancy Sinatra; Boots
64. Now if there’s a smile on my face/It’s only there trying to fool the public/But when it comes down to fooling you/Now honey that’s quite a different subject/But don’t let my glad expression/Give you the wrong impression/Really I’m sad, oh I’m sadder than sad/You’re gone and I’m hurtin’ so bad/Like a clown I pretend to be glad/Now there’s some sad things known to man/But aint too much sadder than/The tears of a clown, when there’s no one around….
“Tears of a Clown;” Smokey Robinson
65. When tears come down like falling rain/You’ll toss around, and call my name/You’ll walk the floor the way I do/Your cheatin’ heart, will tell on you.
“Your Cheatin’ Heart”; Hank Williams
66. Now in darkness, world stops turning/Ashes where the bodies burning/ No more war pigs have the power/Hand of God has struck the hour/Day of judgement, God is calling/On their knees, the war pigs crawling/Begging mercies for their sins/Satan laughing, spreads his wings.
“War Pigs”; Black Sabbath; Paranoid
67. I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off/I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on/I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on/The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top/I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds/For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky/I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me/I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me/I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good/I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro’s hood….
“Wishlist”; Pearl Jam; Yield
68. You may say I’m a dreamer/But I’m not the only one/I hope someday you’ll join us/And the world will live as one.
“Imagine”; John Lennon; Imagine
69. Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band/Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man/Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand/And now she’s in mine, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand/Jesus freaks out in the street/Handing tickets out for God/Turning back she just laughs/The boulevard is not that bad…./But, oh, how it feels so real/ Lying here with no one near/Only you and you can hear me/When I say softly, slowly/Hold me closer tiny dancer/Count the headlights on the highway/Lay me down in sheets of linen/You had a busy day today.
“Tiny Dancer”; Elton John; Elton John Collection
70. There she stood in the doorway/I heard the mission bell/And I was thinking to myself, “This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”…./ Her mind is Tiffany-twisted/She got the Mercedes Benz/She’s got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends/How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat/Some dance to remember, some dance to forget…./Last thing I remember, I was running for the door/I had to find the passage back to the place I was before/“Relax,” said the nightman, “We are programmed to receive./You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.”
“Hotel California”; The Eagles; Hotel California
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