Too many to mention. I love effective and affecting lyrics.
The Aimee Mann lines already mentioned are as close to perfection as lyrics writing gets I reckon.
Fyfe Dangerfield has a real way with simple words too. Some of his lines have been my personal email signature for years now…
“And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next
Well, let them take you next
Can’t you live and be thankful you’re here?
See it could be you tomorrow next year”
In a similar vein, Frank Turner turns plain words into good things…
“I’m not convinced of the existence of these things that don’t exist
Yeah, by Jewish boys with big ideas and scratches on their wrist
By a loving or a vengeful God, or one who condescends
Who’ll wash his hands down in the mire among the misery of men
Or by ever turning circles hanging timeless in the sky
Like a dream catcher distracting from the fact you’re gonna die
But I place one foot before the other, confident because
I know that everything we are right now is everything that was
That Wat Tyler, Woody Guthrie, Dostoevsky and Davy Jones
Are all dissolved into the ether and have crept into my bones
And all the cells in all the lines upon the backs of both my hands
Were once carved into the details of two feet upon the sand,”
And, much as he wrote some pretentious dross at times (and I’m saying that as a huge Manics fan), Richey Edwards quite often found a vein of lyrical gold…
“No one likes looking at you
Your lack of ego offends male mentality
They need your innocence
To steal vacant love and to destroy
Your beauty and virginity used like toys
My mind is dead, everybody loves me
Wants a slice of me
Hopelessly passive and compatible
Need to belong, oh, the roads are scary
Hold me in your arms
I wanna be your only possession
Used, used, used by men
Used, used, used by men
All they leave behind is money
Paper made out of broken twisted trees
Your pretty face offends
Because it’s something real that I can’t touch
Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower
No god reached me, faded films and loving books
Black and white TV
All the world does not exist for me
If I’m starving, you can feed me lollipops
Your diet will crush me
My life, just an old man’s memory
Little baby, nothing
Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty
Dress your life in loathing
Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility
Little baby nothing
Sexually free, made-up to breakup
Assassinated beauty
Moths broken up, quenched at last
The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by
You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock ‘n’ roll is our epiphany
Culture alienation, boredom and despair
You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock ‘n’ roll is our epiphany
Culture alienation, boredom and despair”