I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath,
Before I start off again
Driven on,
Without a moment to spend
To pass an evening
With a drink and a friend
I let my skin get too thin
I'd like to pause,
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim
Who learns to transcend
Learns to live
As if each step was the end
Time stand still
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
Time stands still
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Time stands still
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away
Time stands still
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes,
Let my defenses down
All those wounds
That I can't get unwound
I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain,
Whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide comes around
Time stand still
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
Time stands still
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Make each impression
A little bit stronger
Freeze this motion
A little bit longer
The innocence slips away
The innocence slips away
Time stands still
Time stands still
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Time stands still
Summer's going fast
Nights growing colder
Children growing up
Old friends growing older
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away
The innocence slips away

Anonymous wrote:There's some fine lyrics quoted here but some of you are making me cringe. You really need to expand your horizons.

enlighten us. and dear god, don't say shit like this and then quote jim morrison or something.

Amy Winehouse. Back to Black

There's some fine lyrics quoted here but some of you are making me cringe. You really need to expand your horizons.

Someday you will be the sun in somebody else's sky
Oh why can't it be mine?

Black-Pearl Jam

Clean...the cleanest I've been.
And end to the tears and the in-between years
And the troubles I've seen
Now that I'm clean
You know what I mean

Clean by Depeche Mode

I am mine - Pearl Jam

"The North is to South what the clock is to time
There's east and there's west and there's everywhere life
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in between is mine
I am mine"

Landslide
I've been afraid changes since I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder even chldren get older
I'm getting older too

Ok. So ,any Jackson Brown songs come to mind. But Sky Blue and Black has some of the most incredible phrasings:

You are the color of the sky
Reflected in Each store front window pane
You are the whispering and the sighing of my tires in the rain

Don Henley, "The Heart of the Matter"

I've been trying to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I know, the less I understand
And all the things I thought I'd figured out, I have to learn again
I'm tryin' to get down to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak, and my heart is so shattered
But I think it's about forgiveness, forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

Vincent by Don McLean


"Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)"

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night

You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

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Creed? Really?

Sometimes people have different tastes from our own. Strange isn't it?

Eh I put them in the same category as Nickleback. And the lead singer is a complete POS so that colors my opinion.

But all things aside, while the pure and raw emotion the pp cites below is about becoming a new parent, I don't think there is anything particulary new or well written in the lyrics to that song. It's a song full of cliches, without anything particularly new or interesting happening from a lyric construction POV.

Okay.


Is that really all necessary in this thread? No one is impressed that you think someone is a "POS" and therefore judge other peoples music preferences because of it.

I'm not trying to be hostile, I get that music speaks to different people differently. I only mentioned that part about him being a POS cause I said that made me more likely to criticize, not to try to convince you. The title of the thread IS 'best song lyric' I'm just putting my opinion out there.

NP. I feel bad for the direction Scott Stapp's life has taken since, but Creed was Lowest Common Denominator Rock that was bad and should feel bad. Arms Wide Open is just trite nonsense. One was decent though.

Pets by Porno For Pyros, about how we'd be good pets for an alien race

Will there be another race
To come along and take over for us?
Maybe martians could do
Better than we've done
We'll make great pets!

Loved Detachable Penis. Almost as much as Bitchin' Camaro, or All I Was a Pepsi (Institutionalized).

I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
And I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,

And calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
So I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,

Where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
Next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.

I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
And put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.