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Twas on the Good Ship Venus

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They took you from your mother's womb and put you in a school, told you how to run your life by following the rules

You should never hold a candle if you don't know where it's been
The jackpot is in the handle on a normal fruit machine

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When I passed you in the doorway
Well you took me with a glance
I should have took that last bus home
But I asked you for a dance

'You used to get it in your fishnets'

Gold Coast slave slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans

Always takes me back to Seaton youthy

The never less than wonderful Matt Johnson, he knew exactly what was going on even back in the early 80's, his lyrics are even more relevant today, a man way ahead of his time.

"When you cast your eyes upon the skylines of this once proud nation,
Can you sense the fear and the hatred growing in the hearts of it's population ?"

or,

"Past the old iron bridges across the Victorian parks,
And all the frightened people running home before dark,
Past the Saturday morning cinema that lies crumbling to the ground,
And the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town".

Sorry, I know that's more than just a first line, but the guy writes such emotive stuff. How about

"Islam is rising, the Christians mobilising,
The world is on it's elbows and knees,
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds".

That was written over 30 years ago, apologies again, it's not even a first verse, I'll get me coat.

I can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing I ain't pretty
and my legs are thin

They do it down on Camber Sands, they do it at Waikiki....

this is just poetry:

I met you in No Man's Land
Across the wire we were holding hands
Hearts a-bubble in the rubble
It was love at bomb site

'Said Red Molly to James, that's a fine motorbike'.

'Oh she dressed in the dark, and she whispered Amen'

What the hell, one line is never enough:

'Among the headstones you played as boys
Crypts and tombs like a roomful of toys
Just up the river from the smoke and the noise
Gethsemane
And there's war-whoops and secret signs in the trees
Estuary smells coming up on the breeze
On perfect endless days like these
O Gethsemane'

"She wore big knickers and she worked on t' sewage farm".

"Time flies and time crawls, like an insect up and down the walls".

"Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grub, let it happen bass player".

"Bank holiday Monday, Sunday hours, let's fuck off to Alton Towers".

I know you're antiseptic,your deodorant smells nice.

You must have seen Parties of Blockheads
With blotched and Lagered Skin
Blockheads with food particles in their teeth
What a horrible state they're in.

Long afloat on distant oceans
I did all my best to smile
Till your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle

TBH there's not a single proposition so far on this thread that's grabbed me. Not even my own.

Not the first line, but must be one of the best lyrics ever from Brickfield Nights by The Boys,

"Then the girls came with their long hair,
High heels and their make up never quite right".

Formative years summed up in two lines.

Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness
Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh.
Do you have eyes?
Can you see like mankind sees?
Why have you soured and curdled me?
Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you?
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true?

How about one dedicated to Mr Coxall ?

" If I listen long enough to you,
I'll find a way to believe that it's all true,
Knowing that you lied,
Straight faced while I cried".

I wish I could find a Reason To Believe...

cracking song that btw