I’ve always liked Dylan’s opening to Hurricane: “Pistol shots rang out in the barroom night…” Jumps out right at you out of nowhere, exactly like a pistol shot would.
Janis Joplin’s Booby McGee but not the line that everyone quotes - “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose” but the heartrending “I’d trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday” Never has the pain of lost love been so eloquently expressed.
One of my favorites is at the end of Zeppelin’s “South Bound Suarez,” when Plant repeats a third time “You know it makes me feel back on the ground.” The way he sings it the third time sounds a little like some of his harmonica lines. He sings it the first time at 2:47 and the third time (the one I like) at 3:07.
I can’t not smile when I hear Lowell George sing the words “Spanish Moon” in the Little Feat song of the same name (especially on the live Waiting for Columbus version). It’s some kind of horny snarl in which he pronounces “moon” like no one else ever:
And if that don’t kill you soon, The women will, down at the Spanish Mrrrrn!
Singing “Walking on a Wire” in concert, Richard Thompson drops the “and” to make this line two sentences, and for some reason the effect is even more devastating than when Linda sang it as one sentence:
Apparently, I’m a sucker for pathos, because every line I immediately thought of for this is full of heartbreak. First one was the plaintive line that kicks off the Beatles For Sale album:
This happened once before When I came to your door No reply…
As if that didn’t hit your “abject rejection” nerves enough, he hits the line “I nearly died…” with some pretty raw emotion.
Do you hate Christmas music? So do I, except for absolutely every single last line of Darlene Love singing Baby Please Come. Just check it out on this supercut of her appearances on David Letterman.
Somehow have to put in an honorable mention for Del Shannon singing Runaway in that inimitable style,
I’ve always been impressed by The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, by Genesis. The first song of the concept album, the title track, sets the mood. Here is a young man who thinks he knows who he is, but doesn’t really.
Wonder women, you can draw your blind! Don’t look at me! I’m not your kind. I’m Rael! Something inside me has just begun, Lord knows what I have done, And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
That fortissimo shriek that Peter Gabriel gives to “I’m Rael!” followed by his forte lyrics about “Something,” then the pianissmo vocals by the rest of the band, set the scene. Rael thinks he knows who he is, but he’s got a lot to learn about who he really is.