What's your favourite line/lyric from a song?

[Lotusflower 10]

Picking up on that theme...

 

Text removed as it was impossible to remove the level of George Carlin inspired masked swearing.

 

Since it's just after 2am I hope the moderators have retained their sense of humour into the wee small hours.

 

Dear sweet Moderator, Until you mentioned him the name George Carlin meant little to me. I have just spent a couple of hours researching him and your statement, "George Carlin inspired" swearing is your opinion not mine.

If you believe that George Carlin inspired much of anything then I humbly beseech you to google Lenny Bruce and/or Bill Hicks.

 

When I have had more time to mull it over I will re-submit the deleted text in a more "acceptable" form.

I was trying to make a very valid point when I submitted that text, it was not meant to seek cheap laughs by repetition of a four letter word.

For what it's worth I bet you at least smiled when you read it and were not offended by it. Furthermore, I wonder what other four letter words are no go areas on the forum.

Bomb...?

Kill...?

Maim...?

Rape...?

All perfectly acceptable as will be proven unless you delete them.

I know you have a job to do and I am fully aware of the Forum's code of conduct. That is why I used so many asterisks.

If we have now got to point where even by suggesting an oath you are not "playing the game" we will all require therapy eventually.

[JenC 10]

This is a beautiful song.

 

'Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind,

and to lie to you rather than hurt you?

Well I'll confess all of of my sins

after several large gins

but still I'll hide from you,

hide what's inside from you.'

 

'Music when the lights go out' By The Libertines

 

Lovely song (I used to have a bit of an obsession with The Libertines)

 

'You know how I feel out of place until I'm levered off my face'

 

'You'll never fumigate the demons, no matter how much you smoke'

[SarahD 10]

Let me get my hands on your mammary glands

[Lotusflower 10]

Let me get my hands on your mammary glands

 

Thanks SarahD, best offer I've had all day.

[medusa 16]

Dear sweet Moderator, Until you mentioned him the name George Carlin meant little to me. I have just spent a couple of hours researching him and your statement, "George Carlin inspired" swearing is your opinion not mine.

If you believe that George Carlin inspired much of anything then I humbly beseech you to google Lenny Bruce and/or Bill Hicks.

 

When I have had more time to mull it over I will re-submit the deleted text in a more "acceptable" form.

I was trying to make a very valid point when I submitted that text, it was not meant to seek cheap laughs by repetition of a four letter word.

For what it's worth I bet you at least smiled when you read it and were not offended by it. Furthermore, I wonder what other four letter words are no go areas on the forum.

Bomb...?

Kill...?

Maim...?

Rape...?

All perfectly acceptable as will be proven unless you delete them.

I know you have a job to do and I am fully aware of the Forum's code of conduct. That is why I used so many asterisks.

If we have now got to point where even by suggesting an oath you are not "playing the game" we will all require therapy eventually.

 

This is really not the time and place to question what words/concepts the forum does or doesn't allow in discussion- the piece that you posted was almost word for word a transcript of a George Carlin piece that was broadcast in the US about 20 years ago and it contained lots of masked swearing which is against forum rules on language content.

 

That is as far as this off-topic discussion is going. If you wish to start a thread about the acceptability of different terms or concepts then that is up to you, but it won't change forum rules on swearing.

[alchresearch 214]

Opening lines to Radiohead's Paranoid Android:

 

Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest

From all the unborn chicken voices in my head

 

And Squeeze, Tempted by the fruit of another:

 

I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste, a flannel for my face

Pajamas, a hairbrush, new shoes and a case.

[Tarquin 10]

Now I'm walking again

To the beat of a drum

And I'm counting the steps

to the door of your heart

 

 

Crowded house,Dont dream its over

[Charliesays 10]

"...She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever..."

 

Good old Jeff Buckley, that one always gets me...

[simonj 10]

The lunatics are in my hall and everyday the paper boy brings more.

(same source)

 

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl

year after year (Wish You Were Here)

 

Strangers passing in the street

By chance two separate glances meet

And I am you and what I see is me - (Echoes)

 

And through the window in the wall

Comes streaming in on sunlight wings

A million bright ambassadors of morning - (Echoes)

 

Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true

Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you

Mama's gonna keep you right here

under her wing

She won't let you fly but she might let you sing

Mama's gonna keep baby cosy and warm

Ooooh babe, ooooh babe, ooooh babe

Of course mama's gonna help build the wall

 

Mother do you think she's good enough for me

Mother do you think she's dangerous to me

Mother will she tear your little boy apart

Ooh ah Mother will she break my heart

 

Hush now baby, baby don't you cry

Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you

Mama won't let anyone dirty get through

Mama's gonna wait up until you get in

Mama will always find out where you've been

Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean

Ooooh babe, oooo babe

You'll always be a baby to me - (Mother - The Wall)

 

There's loads more but these Floyd lyrics especially, send a shiver down my spine

[bensonhedges 10]

Why is the bedroom so cold

turned away on your side?

Is my timing that flawed

our respect run so dry?

Yet there's still this appeal

that we've kept through our lives.

 

 

and

 

High in the sky, what do you see ?

Come down to Earth, a cup of tea

Flying saucer, flying teacup

From outer space, Flying Teapot

[maggi 10]

Is she really going out with him?

[Draggletail 58]

Any one line from John Cooper Clarkes evocative spine chilling social poem - sorry I can't choose just the one!

 

Live Old Grey whistle Test vid you tubed on link below....

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=euD0o0x-jAo

Far from crazy pavements -

the taste of silver spoons

A clinical arrangement

on a dirty afternoon

Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud

are rendered obsolete

The legal term is null and void

In the case of Beasley Street

 

In the cheap seats where murder breeds

Somebody is out of breath

Sleep is a luxury they don't need

- a sneak preview of death

Belladonna is your flower

Manslaughter your meat

Spend a year in a couple of hours

On the edge of Beasley Street

 

 

Where the action isn't

That's where it is

State your position

Vacancies exist

In an X-certificate exercise

Ex-servicemen excrete

Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies

In a box on Beasley Street

 

From the boarding houses and the bedsits

Full of accidents and fleas

Somebody gets it

Where the missing persons freeze

Wearing dead men's overcoats

You can't see their feet

A riff joint shuts - opens up

Right down on Beasley Street

 

Cars collide, colours clash

disaster movie stuff

For a man with a Fu Manchu moustache

Revenge is not enough

There's a dead canary on a swivel seat

There's a rainbow in the road

Meanwhile on Beasley Street

Silence is the code

 

Hot beneath the collar

an inspector calls

Where the perishing stink of squalor

impregnates the walls

the rats have all got rickets

they spit through broken teeth

The name of the game is not cricket

Caught out on Beasley Street

 

The hipster and his hired hat

Drive a borrowed car

Yellow socks and a pink cravat

Nothing La-di-dah

OAP, mother to be

Watch the three-piece suite

When ****-stoppered drains

and crocodile skis

are seen on Beasley Street

 

The kingdom of the blind

a one-eyed man is king

Beauty problems are redefined

the doorbells do not ring

A lightbulb bursts like a blister

the only form of heat

here a fellow sells his sister

down the river on Beasley Street

 

The boys are on the wagon

The girls are on the shelf

Their common problem is

that they're not someone else

The dirt blows out

The dust blows in

You can't keep it neat

It's a fully furnished dustbin,

Sixteen Beasley Street

 

Vince the ageing savage

Betrays no kind of life

but the smell of yesterday's cabbage

and the ghost of last year's wife

through a constant haze

of deodorant sprays

he says retreat

Alsations dog the dirty days

down the middle of Beasley Street

 

People turn to poison

Quick as lager turns to ****

Sweethearts are physically sick

every time they kiss.

It's a sociologist's paradise

each day repeats

On easy, cheesy, greasy, queasy

beastly Beasley Street

 

Eyes dead as vicious fish

Look around for laughs

If I could have just one wish

I would be a photograph

on a permanent Monday morning

Get lost or fall asleep

When the yellow cats are yawning

Around the back of Beasley Street