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Lyrics with an undeniable logic

Marchbanks

Hat and Beard member
One that always makes me laugh from the Stranglers...

Going to make love to a water rat or two
And breed a family
They'll be called the survivors
You know why? (“No....!”)
'Cause they're gonna survive!!!

Any others?
 
The The, Heartland:-

The ammunition's being passed, and the lord's been praised
But the wars on the televisions will never be explained
All the bankers gettin sweaty, beneath their white collars
As the pound in our pocket turns into a dollar
 
"The best way to scare a Tory is to read and get rich."

IDLES
Already we have a problem. I’m not sure that is undeniable logic. I reckon the Tory is more likely to try to co-opt you in those circumstances. I think a far more logical lyric would be ‘The best way to scare a Tory is to threaten to greatly increase income tax levels and outlaw off-shore avoidance schemes.’ Do you know if IDLES considered that as a possibility?

Anyway, really I was thinking about lyrics with a sort of irrefutable premise/conclusion. Something that states the bleedin' obvious, in Basil's words. Preferably humourous, intentionally or not.
 
There's a small boat made of china going nowhere on the mantelpiece.
Always take the weather with you.
Crowded House.
 
New Sensations” (1984) Lou makes poetry out of the mundane details of an ordinary bike ride: “I rode to Pennsylvania near the Delaware Gap / Sometimes I got lost and had to check the map.” (It’s the epitome of what Lester Bangs called “the Lou Reed ‘I walked to the chair / Then I sat in it’ school of lyrics.”)

From Rolling Stone.
 
On the constant human condition of anxiety, Tom Petty:

Crawling back to You.

"I'm so tired of being tired
Sure as night will follow day
Most things I worry about
Never happen anyway"

One of my goto demo hifi songs too. A fine toon, performance, production and mastering.

Maybe one for the terminally doom and gloom, anti-brexit-the-world-will-end folk to reflect upon too.
 
From the pen of the great Nigel Blackwell

Indicate then you stupid bastard
How was I supposed to know
That you intended to go left
I'm not a mind reader
 
"If I had been God
I would have rearranged the veins in the face to make them more
Resistant to alcohol and less prone to ageing"

Roger Waters.
 
Dead Kennedys - Nazi Punks..

Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks-**** Off!

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks-**** Off!

If you've come to fight, get outa here
You ain't no better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy

[Repeat chorus]

Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you've got real balls

You still think swastikas look cool
The real nazis run your schools
They're coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go

[Repeat chorus]

You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
Unless you think

appealed to me at the time.
 
I was looking back
To see if she was looking back
To see if I was looking back at her

Dr Feelgood
 
Gary don't need his eyes to see...Gary and his eyes have parted company...

Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes...
 
"People are people." Depeche Mode
That reminds me of a preposterous pop song from the eighties by John someone - (Fordham? can’t be bothered to look it up) - which had choirs, bagpipes, and these lyrics delivered with a kind of frantic desperation which John no doubt thought made them Really Meaningful...

We’re all someone’s daughter
We’re all someone’s son

...whereas it was just laughable, with the most ludicrously over the top production ever. It’s not widely known, but if you listen carefully to the left-hand channel just after the bagpipe solo you can hear a kitchen sink being thrown in.

Edit: Thinking about it, John Fordham is a writer on jazz, so I don’t think it was him. Sorry, John. Farnham, perhaps. Still can’t be bothered to look it up, though.
 
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That reminds me of a preposterous pop song from the eighties by John someone - (Fordham? can’t be bothered to look it up) - which had choirs, bagpipes, and these lyrics delivered with a kind of frantic desperation which John no doubt thought made them Really Meaningful...

We’re all someone’s daughter
We’re all someone’s son

...whereas it was just laughable, with the most ludicrously over the top production ever. It’s not widely known, but if you listen carefully to the left-hand channel just after the bagpipe solo you can hear a kitchen sink being thrown in.

Edit: Thinking about it, John Fordham is a writer on jazz, so I don’t think it was him. Sorry, John. Farnham, perhaps. Still can’t be bothered to look it up, though.

Well, thanks a bunch, now that goddamn song is stuck in my head.
BTW It's John Farnham, song's called 'The Voice'.
 


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