Brilliant Bits

Over the years, certain words, phrases, passages from songs have stuck because they seem (to me) to be great,

Such as:

Pancho was a bandit boys,
His horse was fast as polished steel.
He wore his gun outside his pants,
For all the honest world to feel.

Pancho and Lefty - Townes Van Zandt

I've a good few more. Yours?

Roll Me Over

Now this is number one, and the fun has just begun
Roll me over, lay me down and do it again
Roll me over, in the clover *
Roll me over, lay me down and do it again.

And this is number two, and I'm taking off her shoe

number three... My hand is on her knee

number four...She's beggin' me for more

number five...We're startin in to jive

number six... She's starting to do tricks

number seven...she thinks that she's in Heaven

number eight...the doctor's at the gate

number nine... the twins are doin' fine

number ten... we're starting in again.

note: exceptionally popular during and somewhat after WWII. Sometimes sung: "Roll me over, Yankee soldier.."

I've mentioned Cole porter often. His Lyrics are inspired.

You're the top!
You're the Coliseum
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet
A Shakespeare's sonnet
You're Mickey Mouse
You're the Nile
You're the Tower of Pisa
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top

Cole Porter - You're the Top

BostonTim said:

Over the years, certain words, phrases, passages from songs have stuck because they seem (to me) to be great,

Such as:

Pancho was a bandit boys,
His horse was fast as polished steel.
He wore his gun outside his pants,
For all the honest world to feel.

Pancho and Lefty - Townes Van Zandt

I've a good few more. Yours?

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There's only one bandit...

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the song they were singin'
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes your body feel alone
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
Songwriters: Kris Kristofferson

BostonTim said:

I'm the bottom

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