it makes me "lol", but I really like:
"Sometimes I claim to know a guy but I can't tell you what his hands look like."

When we're on different sides of the globe
I thought we'd keep our veins tangled
like a pair of mic cables,
And if there ain't enough slack to reach
that we'd solder them together
and across oceans they'd stretch.
Our faces reflected in separate windshields
and all our body hair pricked up
an elephant eyelash.
Should we be tempted by thief or saint
it seems I leave and you stay
to crawl the cage and curse.
But don't regret the done dirt,
there is no life plan set,
you just swallow the cold
and follow your breath until death.
Now even if the will to sleep persists
I can't 'cause a harsh cloth, it grazes my blisters.

In Berlin I saw two men fuck
in the dark corner of a basketball court.
Just a slight jangle of pocket change pulsing.
In the tourist part I lost 50 euros
to a guy with the walnut shells and the marble.
and it really pissed me off
so eww, I thought I'd go back to get my money,
but all my money's mummy, OH NO
those gypsys probably got knives.

at the freebar at my cousin's bar mitzvah/ cuttin the punchline but it ain't no joke

or

'i wanna verb and you give me a noun/ wha d'you dream of while i tongue you down

No idea what Karl Hyde meant by this, but it conjures a brilliantly intense surrealist image nonetheless.

where the sirens yelp like a helpless dog with his paws stepped on
And the rain comes down in late july
And the record labels call you Why?

to smoke my own limbs off."

i just found out for sure, the girl i have a crush on is a lesbian.

'all the people who taught me card tricks are dying'

'And when I finally do it
I wanna do the dirt
like the dead leaves do
and if you do leave the earth
when the earth leaves you

cold and hard as a marble table top
with nothing on top,
there's no hip-hip-hop-hooray
keeping Heaven's golden-barbed gateway,
no bright confetti, high-step march, ticker tape parade
There's no mound of clouds to lounge on,
no mound of clouds to lounge on'

and I know it's not Why? but Hymie's Basement have some crackers

'You put your life in the hands of the highway designers, you stride an unforseen side effect of the urban planner realized bluepreint dream.'

they work brilliantly in the songs, so I guess theyre brilliant, but I can't get away from thinking they're just good one liners over and over again, which is pretty annoying.

Anyway, off the new album my favourite is "High heels click dry like half a proud horse". Over the beat it sounds so onomatopoeic and evocative and brilliant.

i kind of have a long list but i can't be bothered to find it and no one would read a long list of Why? lyrics anyway.

basically:

"if you wear first hand clothes and get your hair cut by somebody you don't know, i'm below you"

"you're a beautiful and violent word
with the skinny neck of a chinese bird
in a fading ancient painting"

and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say"

Amazing.

"you're the only proper noun I need" at the minute. It's so awesome how the context of the song turns it from something beautiful into something really sinister. There's literally dozens of great lines on Alopecia alone though, I couldn't pick a favourite.

ftw.

Actually, it's the whole "when we're on different sides of the globe" one, as I too have an absent lady, but since someone's already had that I'm defaulting to second favourite.

I'm going for the opening lyrics to 'Good Friday'

his lyrics are brilliant. But the bit someone has already mentioned from 'Gemini', and also

"we lifted the body from the water like a gown
you took off your bra to wrap the wound
but the man was dead, and there was no need
and your face turned red, as you said to me
i'll suck the marrow out, and rape your hollow bones yoni"

All my days I had moldy bread
Robot brains and the flying airplanes
Hollowed out, and filled with dust
Rocking like a hurricane under the rug
Bored to the core on a sunken boat
A worn out candle and a plastic coat
A ziploc bag, a pelican bone
A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject
Overfed, electric comatose
Riding in the air, invisible socks
A broken blanket, flaming sawdust
Waking up in the shadow of a piece of dirt

Gonna fly like a dog
Gonna leap right out the wall
Gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey
Gonna run like a bird
Gonna roll out in the dirt
Gonna run around this town with a phone machine

Yellow cat laying flat on the road
Molten lead shooting out the ground
Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge
Flap your wings and leap out the window
Put a glass eye in the eyes of god
Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake
Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit
Camouflage gimmick
Wimp out like never before

Gonna jump like a flag
Gonna burn like a pig
Gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor
Gonna crawl like a rock
Gonna dance like a worm
Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks

Fly like a squirrel
Gonna swim like a chicken
Gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon
Gonna melt like a weasel
Gonna fry like a kid
Gonna get my walkie talkie, and some mustard and some mayonnaise, and a mermaid,
and some macaroni, bricks, and some telephone wires, and phone machines

Billy the kid did what he did and he died

Billy the kid did what he did and he died

I'm fucking cold like a DQ blizzard
You act like a slut but you're really a freezer
We love and hate like the tatooed fist
And all these songs are sung on road trips

while i was distracted by your smile

sending sexy smses to my exes new man
cos i can

if i remain lost
and die on a cross
at least i wasn't born in a manger

you're the only proper noun i need

Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, and you don't mind, you smile,
And say the world doesn't fit with you.
I don't believe you, you're so serene.
Careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, you're guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you,
And there's things Id like to do that you don't believe in,
I would like to build something, but you'd never see it happen
And there's this burning, like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, and I've, I've never been so alive,
…
I go home to the coast. it starts to rain, I paddle out on the water alone,
Taste the salt and taste the pain. Im not thinking of you again,
Summer dies and swells rise, the sun goes down in my eyes, see this rolling wave, darkly coming to take me, home,
And I never been so alone, and Ive never been so alive.

Cheeri-a, cheeri-, cheeri-i, cheeri-o, cheeri-uuuuuu

It's not the cleverest or anything like that, it's just so damn catchy! Been stuck in my head for 2 days and counting...

The machinery of your throat

but

"Stalkers my whole style,
and if i get caught i'll,
deny, deny, deny."

like the way he sings it or something

:`D

is among the most beautiful lyrics ever written