There might be music on the street - Oysterband,* Put out the lights*
Jesus turns a three-cup trick for Johnny, money going begging, it’s a crime - Oysterband, Gamblers
Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven? - Richard Thompson, God Loves A Drunk
God never listened to Charlie Parker - Richard Thompson, Outside of the Inside
(SPOKEN) I’ve suffered for my music, now it’s your turn - Neil Innes, Protest Song
You must have seen parties of Blockheads with blotched and lagered skin - Ian Dury, Blockheads
A few more:
"Old man lying by the side of the road with the lorries rolling by.
Blue moon sinking under the weight of the load, and the buildings scrape the sky."
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Neil Young, “Don’t Let it Bring You Down”
“Take stuff from work.
It’s the best way to feel better about your job.”
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King Missle (Dog Fly Religion) “Take Stuff From Work”
"I was a teenage wuss."
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King Missle (Dog Fly Religion) “Wuss”
(Those two, and “Detatchable Penis” prove that John S. Hall is the king of summing up the rest of the song in the first line. He’s a musical essayist.)
"I'm an alligator!"
- David Bowie “Moonage Daydream”
(And sort of a cheat, because it’s the entirety of the lyrics. At least it’s a complete sentence. I’m looking at you, “Tequila” and “Vodka”, and for that matter, “Lederhosen” by the Dooms U.K. )
"One of these days, I'm going to chop you into little pieces."
- Pink Floyd “One of These Days”
I wuz pissed and disorderly again last Fridee noit
That F@#king Cat’s Back by Kevin Bloody Wilson
Pissed in this context means extremely drunk.
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been…
Sir Paul himself said that he wanted to get the essence of Eleanor’s life in that very first line, and what could have summed it up better?
Then there’s:
The Rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night…
I was eight years old and runnin’ with a dime in my hand
To the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man.
Your day breaks, your mind aches, you find that all her words of kindness linger on when she no longer needs you.
***Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine… ***
(Subterranean Homesick Blues, Bob Dylan)