That reminds me of the opening lines to Steppenwolf’s Magic Carpet Ride :
I like to dream, yes, yes,
right between the sound machine
You can’t be “between” one singular object. All they had to do was make it sound machines, plural, and it would have kind of made sense.
Not a bad lyric, as such, but one that always grated on me, is the track where the singer utters “… I’ve a cask of amontiLado …”. I look at the title and assume that it should be pronounced “amontiYado”. I could be wrong about this, but it sure is irritating even so.
Your humility is admirable but misplaced. “Yado” is correct. “Lado” is an abomination.
I always thought it was “right between the summer sheets”. 
I know it’s stupid but it make just as much sense at the correct, not so great lyrics.
Any song that goes with the moon/June couplet qualifies. Billy Corgan went to that well twice in his early days, Rhinoceros & Bye June (putting June in the title gets extra bonus points).
Anyhow, of those two, only Rhinoceros is a “great song.”
I nominate “Invisible” Clay Aiken. It’s a very catchy chorus that I want to belt out, but there’s something so nasty about belting out “If I was invisible / Then I could just watch you in your room / If I was invisible, I’d make you mine tonight.”
The insightful writer Ian MacDonald thought both the words and music for this song captured Lennon’s obsessive yearning for Yoko quite well.
I always took it that way too. It’s a song about an (unhealthy) obsession. If I were Yoko, I would have been creeped out by the song.
To be fair, you could have the witches chant abra, abracadabra, I wanna reach out and grab ya; abra, abracadabra; abracadabra.
My god, I can hear it in Ozzy’s voice.
And then the generals could…
…know just exactly what the facts is
They make their living off other people’s taxes.
Beat me too it… only because I knew someone would post it.
Silk and satin, leather and lace
Black panties with an angel’s face
Sounds like a decent start to a party. With or without witch’s brew.
From “Moving In Stereo” by The Cars:
Life’s the same, I’m moving in stereo
Life’s the same except for my shoes
For whatever reason I memorized American Pie as a teenager, and it got me nowhere. The lyrics are all still occupying valuable brain space that probably could be better employed elsewhere.
That whole song…ack. It’s the epitome of examples of why I believe that writing rock and roll lyrics is easier than writing lyrics in any other genre. For whatever reason, expectations just seem to be low. Now, that doesn’t mean rock lyrics can’t be good, or even genius level. They sometimes are. They just don’t have to be.
Imagine Steve Miller in an alternate universe, trying to make a living just as a songwriter for other people. He has a meeting with a successful country artist and shows him his “Take the Money and Run” lyrics. The country singer is going to say, “Well, Steve, I don’t know why you’re showing me your first draft. It looks like maybe it could have potential, though. Let me know when you’ve finished it, and I’ll look at it then.”
I would argue that the second sense really only exists as a noun (acted with wild abandon). You can abandon yourself to your wildest impulses, but that really only works reflexively.
And anyway, an unrestrained hurricane is an even worse place for an eagle.
I unironically really enjoy that identity rhyme/self rhyme. I think it’s a great example of how to use it.
You could argue it, but you’d be wrong. That sense is way older than the deserted sense.
No doubt.
Blinding side splat
Flicker flicker flicker blam pow
Stairway scared and dare who’s there
An utter classic with baffling lyrics. More intelligible than Hocus Pocus, but only a little.