Era favoritcitat från låtar?

[quote=Burken666]Hush little baby, dont say a word. And never mind that noise you've heard, its just the beasts under your bed, in your closet in your head!

Enter Sandman, Metallica



De där kallar jag favorticitat!

Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm.

"I used to be a little boy, so old in my shoes.
And what I choose is my voice.
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you.

My love."

Favoritcitatet från en låt kommer från låten King Creole med Elvis.
"He play something evil, then he play something sweet, no matter what he play you got to get up om your feet"

Jag tycker att det på ett väldigt bra sätt besriver vad rock verkligen är.

Också från Smashing Pumpkins:

I'm all by myself
as I've always felt
and I'll betray myself
To anyone, lost, anyone but you

Pearl Jam - Black - "I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun In somebody else's sky, but why Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine"

Mötley crue - Home sweet home My heart's like an open book ,for the whole world to read

Mera brännvin, mera brännvin, mera brännvin
Om du svimmar av nånstans, får du gratis ambulans -Mera brännvin, mera brännvin, mera brännvin
Om din hjärna slutar att fungera, åker man till USA å får den opererad -Mera brännvin, mera brännvin....

-Eddie Meduza (RIP)

Inside your feeble brain there's probably a whore
If you don't shut your mouth you're gonna feel the floor

The Misfits - Last caress

I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesn't matter much to me
As long as it's dead

Well I got something to say
I raped your mother today
And it doesn't matter much to me
As long as she spread

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Oh sweet death, one last caress

The Misfits - American nightmare

Hot cherry on Friday night
When the sun goes down my spine
I put an axe in my baby's head
I'm gonna end up doing time

She looks so good in red
American nightmare running scared

She shoulda been hard to gut
She shoulda been hard to kill
She shoulda been hard to kill, hey

hela texten till Iron Maidens "Paschendale"



In a foreign field he lay, lonely soldier unknown grave
On his dying words he prays, tell the world of Paschendale

Relive all that he`s been through, last communion of his soul
Rust your bullets with his tears. Let me tell you `bout his fears

Laying low in a blood filled trench, killing time `til my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling rain, never see my friends again

In the smoke in the mud and lead, smell the fear and the feeling of dread
Soon be time to go over the wall, rapid fire and the end of us all

Whistles, shouts and more gun fire, lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb, be reunited with my dead friends soon

Man soldiers eighteen years, drown in mud no more tears
Surely a war no-one can win, killing time about to begin

Home, far away, from the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away, but the war, no chance to live again

The bodies of ours and our foes, the sea of death it overflows
In no man`s land god only knows, into jaws of death we go

Crucified as if on a cross, allied troops they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine, such before has never been seen
Swear I heard the angels cry, pray to god no more will die
So that people know the truth, tell the tale of Paschendal

Cruelty has a human heart, everyman does play his part
Terror of the men we kill, the human heart is hungry still

I stand my ground for the very last time, gun is ready as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow, rush of blood and over we go

Blood is falling like the rain, its crimson cloak unveils again
The sound of guns can`t hide their shame, and so we die on Paschendale

Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire, running straight at cannon fire
Running blind as I hold my breath, say a prayer symphony of death

As we charge the enemy lines, a burst of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but no-one hears, feel the blood go down my throat

Home, far away, from the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away, but the war, no chance to live again

See my spirit on the wind, across the lines beyond the hill
Friend and foe will meet again, those who died at Paschendale

Bob Dylan i "Tombstone blues"

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"

Dylan äger på texter, min favorit för närvarande är dock:

"A Boy Named Sue"

"I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. "

när den framförs av Johnny Cash

Placebo - Lady of the Flowers

She wears her tears on her blouse,
Confused and racked with self-doubt,
She stole the keys to my house,
And then she locked herself out.