Here’s some of mine.

" I think God it’s moving his tongue, there’s no crowd on the streets and no sun, in my own summer"

“You and me baby ain’t nothing but mammals, so let’s do it like they do on the discovery channel”

“I felt the hate rise up in me, kneel down and clear the stone of leaves, i wandered out where you can’t see, inside my shell i wait and bleed”

"CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES, THIS IS MY LAST RESORT, suffocation, no breathing, don’t give a fuck if i cut my arm bleeding! "

And one in Spanish

“No te puedo dejar de querer, nos hemos reido y llorado los 3, yo quiero darte mi alegria, mi guitarra, mis poesias, y solo se me ocurre amarte”

The songs are (in order) : My own summer by deftones, The bad touch by the bloodhound gang, Wait and bleed by slipknot, Last resort by papa roach, Y solo se me ocurre amarte by Alejandro Sánz.

  • TheFonz@lemmy.world
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    11 days ago

    In the dark we’ll take off our clothes And there’ll be placing fingers Through the notches of your spine

    –Neutral Milk Hotel, Two Headed Boy

  • zecg@lemmy.world
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    11 days ago

    There’s too many, but I won’t lie if I take any few lines from L. Cohen’s “The Future”:

    "Your servant here, he has been told
To say it clear, to say it cold
It's over, it ain't going any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
You feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future: It is murder"
  • Nath@aussie.zone
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    11 days ago

    The whole start to Graceland by Paul Simon is pretty vivid:

    The Mississippi Delta Was shining like a national guitar.
    I am following the river down the highway through the cradle of the Civil War.
    I’m going to Graceland, Graceland - Memphis, Tennessee
    I’m going to Graceland

    Poor boys and pilgrims with families and we are going to Graceland
    My traveling companion is nine years old he is the child of my first marriage
    But I’ve reason to believe we both will be received in Graceland

    I have never been to Tennessee. But this intro really conjures up some vivid imagery of driving down a highway through some historic country, along a river in the company of a child - and being among many others going to the same place.

    It’s pure poetry.

  • Mycatiskai@lemmy.ca
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    11 days ago

    Lies are a funny thing, they slip through your finger tips because they never happened to you.

    I Sat By the Ocean by Queens of the Stone Age.

  • ℕ𝕖𝕞𝕠@midwest.social
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    11 days ago

    If you’re going to ask a question to everyone and also answer it, the best practice is to put your own answer as a comment, rather than in the textbox.

    To answer the question:

    True, there’s been trouble and trickery, sir
    Trembling and tribulations
    Twitches from switches of hickory, sir
    You, sir, and your usurpations
    But my patience wears very thin
    When you play the violin

    from “When You Play the Violin” by the Gothic Archies. It’s not emotionally resonant, I just love the wordplay.

  • Joe Dyrt@lemmy.ml
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    11 days ago

    “And it’s whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter”

    • Stairway To Heaven

    In keeping with their embrace and transformation of The Blues, Led Zeppelin lyrics are hopeful in the face of sadness.

  • JackGreenEarth@lemm.eeEnglish
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    11 days ago

    “I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known. Don’t know where it goes, but it’s home to me, and I walk alone.”

    Boulevard Of Broken Dreams - Green Day

  • palitu@aussie.zone
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    11 days ago

    Yeah, the clock moves around and the child is a joy, But death doesn’t care just who it destroys, Now the woman gets sick, thins down to the bone, She says, “Where I’m going next, I’m going alone”

    Paul Kelly - Deeper Water

    Especially that last line. Damn powerful. And the whole song talks to me as a father of a 10year old.

    I can recommend it for a listen

  • dan1101@lemm.ee
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    11 days ago

    And every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me.

    -The White Stripes