Favorite one-line in a song

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.


Billie Holiday ~ strange fruit
 
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die
It's all right
I don't mind
I don't mind
I don't mind

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me

tool - h

will be played at my funeral
 
AFI
6 to 8




On the way;
I saw five hours of sleep

On the way;
but your fire makes it all worth while

On the way;
I wrote words for you to keep

I saw myself.

Lost myself along the way

 
"When there is no hope, I smoke some crack, I shoot some dope" - choking victim
 
So I turned myself to face me
But Ive never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
Im much too fast to take that test.

Bowie - Changes
 
from Nick Cave's "People, they ain't no good"

It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'd stick by you if they could
But that's just bullshit, baby
People just ain't no good
 
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

Bird on the Wire - leonard cohen
 
Baby all I need is a shot in the arm
Something in my veins, running in my blood...


Wilco.. love it.
 
sublime garden grove



Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on a freeway
Feeling depressed everyday
Leaving without making a sound
Picking my dog up at the pound
Living in a tweaker pad
Getting yelled at by my dad

Saying I'm happy when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot
 
I’m looking at you through the glass
Don’t know how much time has passed
Oh God it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

STONE SOUR Through the Glass
 
^^lol. It's a Kottonmouth Kings song. ;) Sorry, I couldn't resist. :D

Incubus, Drive:
"Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes"

and also Incubus, The Warmth:
"So don't let the world bring you down.
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive
experience the warmth before you go."

and lyrics from probably my all time favorite song:

"So, understand - don't waste your time
always searching for those wasted years.
Face up... make your stand,
and realize you're living in the golden years."
 
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I did it like this/ I did it like that/ I did it with a whiffle ball bat...

Beastie Boys - Paul Revere
 
One more, cuz I'm not going to sleep any time soon....

With an ashtray as big as a fuckin' really big brick/ I split his skull in half

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - O'Malley's Bar
 
Hurt-Rapture
She swore she heard the voice of Jesus
Telling her it was wrong to keep it
And one more thing, it looked like me
Back when it breathed
Rest in peace
Until the rapture comes to meet us
 
ravinpunk said:
One more, cuz I'm not going to sleep any time soon....

With an ashtray as big as a fuckin' really big brick/ I split his skull in half

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - O'Malley's Bar
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forgot about that gem! like a steamin' scarlet brook
 
crystalcallas said:
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.


Billie Holiday ~ strange fruit
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I love this song; such dark and sad subject matter encased in smoky sultry voice of oler times....beautiful.
 
Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will

for whom the bell tolls - metallica
 
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