Not sure if this has been done before, but what are some of your favorite lyrical descriptions of a character in a song, either real or fictional? It doesn’t have to be poetic, or beautifully written - you just have to like it.
I’ll start with one I’ve always loved from the song “Kate” by Ben Folds Five. It’s very simple, but paints a pretty good picture of what kind of girl Kate is:
“Every day she wears the same thing, I think she smokes pot.”
Dylan has plenty, such as this one (quoted from memory, hope I’m not too far off):
Now Ophelia, she’s 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
Now to her death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession is her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah’s great rainbow
She spends her spare time peeking into
Desolation Row.
Here’s one from Brian Eno:
The Fat Lady of Limbourg
Looked at the samples that we sent
And furrowed her brow.
You would never believe that
She’d tasted royalty and fame
If you saw her now.
But her sense of taste is such that she’ll distinguish with her tongue
The subtleties a spectrograph would miss,
And announce her decision,
While demanding her reward –
The jellyfish kiss.
It’s simple, but I love Hot Chocolate’s description of Emma: “And when she said she’d be a movie queen / Nobody laughed.”
Jimmy Dean’s “Big Bad John” has some nice lines. “Kind of broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip / and everybody knew you didn’t give no lip / to Big John.”
Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies can’t disguise what you fear
For a golden girl knows when he’s kissed her
It’s the kiss of death from Mister
Goldfinger
Desolation Row and The Fat Lady of Limbourg? I honestly had to check your name and the date of the post because I thought I had posted that.
Another Dylan:
Louise she’s all right she’s just near
She’s delicate and seems like a mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna’s not here
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.
Billy was a Mountain
Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder
Billy had two big caves for eyes
With a cliff for a jaw that would go up or down
And whenever it did
He’d puff out some dust
And hack up a boulder.