19 April 2006

The Froosh’s Favourite Lyric

So, white male middle class Britain has declared its favourite lyrics and, surprising no-one, they prove themselves mawkishly cloth-eared. Apart from 2, 3 and 8 obviously. I would prefer the list to look like this, but not necessarily in this order:

That we don’t even care as restless as we are, we feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts and poured cement
1979, Smashing Pumpkins.

We always hang in a buffalo stance, we do the dive every time we dance
Buffalo Stance, Neneh Cherry.

Basically I'm complicated, I have a hard time taking the easy way
Gone, Daddy Gone, Gnarls Barkley.

Suck your teenage thumb, toilet trained and dumb, when the power runs out, we'll just hum
My Iron Lung, Radiohead.

Clever when you talk, pretty when you sleep
Wasting my Time, Kosheen.

Toy like people make me boy like, toy like people make me boy like
Risingson, Massive Attack.

You come to represent my attention? You need more than a mic and a mention.
Brand New You’re Retro, Tricky.

And if you say to me tomorrow, "Oh, what fun it all would be", then what's to stop us, pretty baby, but what is and what should never be
What Is and What Should Never Be, Led Zeppelin.

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you without a strong rhyme to step to
I Know You Got Soul, Eric B and Rakim.

If you got a hunger for what you see, you'll take it eventually, you can have anything you want, but you better not take it from me
Welcome to the Jungle, Guns n Roses.

Although, it could be the list is so bland because they had to reach some kind of consensus. Still, that's no excuse for number 5 at all.

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