What are your favourite or most memorable opening lines to a song? I listened to “National Sh*te Day” by Half Man Half biscuit today for the first time in ages and it struck me that I don’t think I’ve ever heard a better opener:
“Pulling the ice axe from my leg, I staggered on, spindrift stinging my remaining eye.”
When I woke up this morning, things were lookin’ bad
Seem like total silence was the only friend I had
Bowl of oatmeal tried to stare me down… and won
And it was twelve o’clock before I realized
That I was havin’ .. no fun
On the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people there
and I wished to God that that all this raining would stop falling down on me.
Hello, good evening, welcome to nothing much
A no holds barred half-nelson and the loving touch
The comfort and the joy of feeling lost
With the only living boy in New Cross
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for a place called Lee Ho ****’s
Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein
Unstoppable force and immovable object,
repel one another when by chance colliding.
The Brownian-Motion within this love potion,
ensures our opinions are always dividing.
Well my name it is Dai Young
I’m the King of Welsh Goth
The village I come from
Is near Abersoch
I was brought up on Bauhaus
And black bedroom walls
And I had my first Snakebite
When I was in halls
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey – Loser, Beck
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 – Love will tear us apart, Joy Division
She could never ever ever ever ever ever ever get it into her thick head – You fu#@ing Love It, Dirty Pretty Things
The room is cold,
and it’s been like this for several months.
If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it.
Right down, right down to the broken handle of the third drawer
down of the dressing table.
And the world outside this room has
assumed a familiar shape, the same events shuffled in a slightly
different order each day, just like a modern shopping centre.