I don't listen to much country music, but since that was the original topic, I do like the lyrics to "Live Like You Were Dying" by Tim McGraw:
He said I was in my early forties,
With a lot of life before me,
And a moment came that stopped me on a dime.
I spent most of the next days, lookin' at the x-rays,
Talkin' 'bout the options and talkin' 'bout sweet time.
Asked him when it sank in, and this might really be the real end.
How's it hit ya, when you get that kind of news.
Man what ya do.
And he says,
[Chorus]
I went sky divin',
I went rocky mountain climbin',
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fu Manchu.
And I loved deeper,
And I spoke sweeter,
And I gave forgiveness I've been denying,
And he said someday I hope you get the chance,
To live like you were dyin'.
He said I was finally the husband,
That most the time I wasn't.
And I became a friend a friend would like to have.
And all the sudden goin' fishing,
Wasn't such an imposition.
And I went three times that year I lost my dad.
Well I finally read the good book,
And I took a good long hard look at what I'd do
If I could do it all again.
And then.
[Chorus]
Like tomorrow was a gift and you've got eternity
To think about what you do with it,
What could you do with it, what can
I do with with it, what would I do with it.
[Chorus]
I went sky divin',
I went rocky mountain climbin',
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fu Manchu.
And I loved deeper,
And I spoke sweeter,
And I watched an eagle as it was flyin'.
And he said someday I hope you get the chance,
To live like you were dyin'.
And for some rock lyrics, a sentimental favorite is "My Home Town" by the Boss:
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
In `65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown
Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around
This is your hometown
And for something a bit chilling (I suppose one could call this religious, but that's a stretch), Immortal Technique's "Dance With the Devil" (I'll only post the last verse):
Right before he pulled the trigger and ended her life,
He thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers.
Cocked the gat to her head and pulled back the shirt cover.
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter,
'Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother.
She looked back at him and cried, 'cause he had forsaken her.
She cried more painfully than when they were raping her.
His whole world stopped. He couldn't even contemplate.
His corruption had succesfully changed his fate,
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late:
Working hard for nothing, 'cause now what was he worth?
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth,
And crying out to the sky 'cause he was lonely and scared,
But only the devil responded, 'cause god wasn't there.
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold,
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul.
They say death takes you to a better place, but I doubt it.
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it.
And listen, 'cause the story that I'm telling is true.
'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too.
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go.
In fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows,
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow.
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know.
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked:
White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted.
You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted,
And you'll be one of gods children that fell from the top.
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot.
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never.
Because the dance with the devil might last you forever.
And for something that's mindboggling in a different way, the first verse of "Searchin":
I'm reminiscing on your tenderness and the snuggling and teasing.
Missing what I remember: kissing and hugging and squeezing,
Bugging and weezing. I'm having trouble when breathing.
It's even tougher when sleeping.
But there's a couple of reasons that I'm suffering and grieving:
For loving and leaving. You're all I'm thinking of in the evening.
You got my knees buckling and weakening;
Thoughts of nothing but freaking that I'm struggling to keep in
Interrupt when I'm speaking.
I got some game that I'm preparing to run.
The way your lips sparkle, and they glare in the sun.
You got your hair in a bun. No matter what you're wearing you stun,
'Cause your comparing to none. I wanna share in the fun.
I feel a passionate lust when I'm imagining just
Us alone at last with a touch. I see you grasping to trust,
But my intentions are good. The seed is passing in dust.
I'm not asking to rush and answer me immediately.
I just wanna be there for you and you to be there for me.
If you agree to repeat after me: I love you. (I love you baby.)
'Cause I just need you to see, how much I'm eager to be
Your man legally wed. Your love's keeping me fed.
This is easily said. So you can lead or be led,
If you care to be down.
'Cause ain't nobody like you nowhere to be found.
