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  • Did they get you to trade

    Your heroes for ghosts?

    Hot ashes for trees?

    Hot air for a cool breeze?

    Cold comfort for change?

    Did you exchange

    A walk-on part in the war

    For a lead role in a cage?

  • NIN Hurt - " I hurt myself today To see if I still feel, I Focus on the pain The only thing that's real..."

  • From Dylan, I've always been partial to this, from Mr Tambourine Man:

    And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
    Down the foggy ruins of time
    Far past the frozen leaves
    The haunted frightened trees
    Out to the windy beach
    Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
    Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
    With one hand waving free
    Silhouetted by the sea
    Circled by the circus sands
    With all memory and fate
    Driven deep beneath the waves
    Let me forget about today until tomorrow

    I love the way it deviates from previous verses by including a couple more lines than them, which he just sort of works in there.

    Beyond Dylan, I really like Leonard Cohen's lines in So Long, Marianne:

    Now I need your hidden love
    I'm cold as a new razor blade.
    You left when I told you I was curious…
    I never said that I was brave

    And from R.E.M. loads of examples, but the first that springs to mind is some of the imagery in Driver 8:

    I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm
    The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won't get snagged
    The bells are ringing through the town again
    The children look up, all they hear is sky-blue bells ringing

    And later:

    He piloted this song in a plane like that one
    She is selling faith on the Go Tell Crusade
    Locomotive 8, Southern Crescent, hear the bells ring again
    The fields of wheat is looking thin

    Just so evocative of travelling through a vast, open countryside.

    • Take a look at the original post, mr tambourine man is my favourite too! Don't thin i've heard driver 8, will give it a go

      • Oh, ha ha, I didn't even realise that this was a cross post! How funny that we picked the exact same lyric :-)

        Ok, in that case I'll add this one, from Ballad of a Thin Man:

        You raise up your head and you ask, "Is this where it is?"
        And somebody points to you and says, "It's his"
        And you say, "What's mine?" and somebody else says, "Well, what is?"
        And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?"

  • not sure if this is very 'poetic' but here's my favorite

    Hated by life itself

    In the end, we’ll die anyway

    You will, I will, one day all of us will rot away like fallen leaves

    But regardless, we live on frantically--

    Shouldering our lives, frantically, we live--

    Killing, struggling, laughing, shouldering it all

    Living, living, living, living-- just live

    (song is hated by life itself, original is in japanese so this is a translation)

  • Oh one more:

    An Amazon girl lives in Dumfries

    Hey-oh, chicken on a raft

    She only has kids in twos and threes

    Hey-oh, chicken on a raft

    Her sister lives in Maryhill

    Hey-oh, chicken on a raft

    She says she won't but I think she will

    Hey-oh, chicken on a raft

  • I can't say how poetic it is since I suck at that type of stuff, but:

    Somewhere out there beneath the pail moonlight

    Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight

    • Linda Ronstadt (or whoever voiced Fievel because I absolutely love the version used in the movie)
  • He looked beneath his shirt today

    There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide

    From the wound a lovely flower grew

    From somewhere deep inside

    He turned around to face his mother

    To show her the wound in his breast that burned like a brand

    But the sword that cut him open

    Was the sword in his mother's hand

    The Lazarus Heart - Sting

  • I'm not going to quote it entirely, but this song has spoken to me for decades. It's the song I used to sing my daughter while she was going to sleep. Albeit, the song her mother sang to her before she died was better (and is the first tattoo our daughter got).

    Sung from a father's lips to a daughter's ears:

    Goodnight, my angel

    Time to close your eyes

    And save these questions for another day

    I think I know what

    You've been asking me

    I think you know

    What I've been trying to say

    I promised I would never leave you

    And you should always know

    Wherever you may go

    No matter where you are

    I never will be far away.

    https://genius.com/Billy-joel-lullabye-goodnight-my-angel-lyrics

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