The Indians sent signals from the rocks above the pass.... best opening lines?

there are so many that just draw you in straight away.

Guess who just got back today?

Let me take you down…

Lookout Mama there’s a white boat coming up the river…

Woke up this morning… :smile:



“Pistol shots rang out in a bar-room night”

“My heart was just an open sore/Which you picked at 'til it was raw”

“It was the third of June, another sleepy dusty Delta day/I was out chopping cotton and my brother was bailing hay”

“When routine bites hard/And ambitions are low”

“It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well/You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle”

“Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away/Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air”


“ They’re Selling Postcards Of The Hanging”

“Ain’t It Just Like The Night To Play Tricks When You’re Trying To Be So Quiet”

“William Zanzinger Killed Poor Hattie Carroll, With A Cane That He Twirled Round His Diamond Ringed Finger”

“ Once Upon A Time You Dressed So Fine Threw The Bums A Dime In Your Prime Didn’t You”

“Far Between Sundowns Finish And Midnights Broken Toll”

“How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down, Before You call Him A Man”

You may detect a bit of a theme here…



“Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust”


Arseholds, bastards…


When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions won’t grow
And we’re changing our ways
Taking different roads


Well, my daddy left home when I was three …
A long long time ago, I can still remember how, That music used to make me smile …
The sirens are screaming, and the fires are howling, Way down in the valley tonight …

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Thank you for the days, those endless days, those sacred days you gave me

No tongue in the bell and the fishwives yell, but they might as well be mute

I met a friend of spirit, he drank and womanized

She was there one minute and then she was gone the next, lying in a pool of herself with a twisted neck



  1. It begins with a blessing, but it ends with a curse
  2. I’m looking round madly for something to find that might give me a front to put something behind
  3. This is a song from the bottom of a well and there are things down here I’ve got to try to tell
  4. I walked into this bar and a man refused, he said “We don’t serve strangers in blue suede shoes”
  5. She climbs up the stairs by the light of a candle then the door with no handle is closing behind her again
  6. Have you seen Miss Clarietta riding round on her Lambretta
  7. Sitting on the beach like clarence in wonderland I had a dream and i know you will understand
  8. I’ve got no ambition, guess I’m out of place 'cos I’d rather go fishing than run in the race
  9. On a railway train to anywhere, something happened finally, the driver said he saw no station and we were riding aimlessly.

“As I got on the city bus/ and found a vacant seat,
I thought I saw my future bride/ walking up the street,
I shouted to the driver/ hey conductor, you must/slow down
I think I see her/please let me off this bus”

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When I was a kid in school they showed me symbols on a card
They sent them from a locked and bolted room I had to fake that it was hard
Circle, square, triangle, waves I got them crystal clear by the hour
And all I said was “may I please take a rest?”
I didn’t want them to know I was possessed

I went to school where I studied and I got my GCE, City and Guilds and Sky Diary
But it didn’t do me no good, they didn’t like my looks, I burnt my books
25 years doesn’t matter anymore I stand around the streets or lie upon the floor
Looking at the sky, I watch the world go by

When Mr Slater’s port says “Allo”

Ian Hunter

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“With the money from her accident, she bought herself a mobile home”

Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste.

So you think you can tell heaven from hell

Bless my cotton socks I’m in the news

Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again

Well I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord but you don’t really care for music, do you?


Well I got SJB’s easily, but then nowt until John’s post.

Which says to me that all the rest are unmemorable.

So here I am once more, in the playground of the broken hearts…

… Generals gathered in their masses, just like witches at black masses…


Who knows my secret broken bone?
Who feels my flesh when I am gone?
Who was a witness to the dream?
Who kissed my eyes and saw the scream
Lying there?