What's your favorite lyric from a song?

Far from my favourite Eagles song but great lyrics nevertheless. Well worth a
another mention. 

Already Gone

Well, I heard some people talkin' just the other day
And they said you were gonna put me on a shelf
But let me tell you I got some news for you
And you'll soon find out it's true
And then you'll have to eat your lunch all by yourself'
Cause I'm already gone
And I'm feelin' strong
I will sing this vict'ry song
Woo hoo hoo, my my, woo hoo hoo

The letter that you wrote me made me stop and wonder why
But I guess you felt like you had to set things right
Just remember this, my girl, when you look up in the sky
You can see the stars and still not see the light (that's right)

And I'm already gone
And I'm feelin' strong
I will sing this vict'ry song
Woo hoo hoo, my my, woo hoo hoo

Well, I know it wasn't you who held me down
Heaven knows it wasn't you who set me free
So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains
And we never even know we have the key

But me, I'm already gone
And I'm feelin' strong
I will sing this vict'ry song'

Cause I'm already gone
Yes, I'm already gone
And I'm feelin' strong
I will sing this vict'ry song
'Cause I'm already gone 
(repeat)

1994 Live in New York
https://youtu.be/1XfiS3jX-VE

@tostadosunidos, thanks for the reminder of why Dylan is the most revolutionary lyricist in Pop music history. "A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall" was recorded about a year before The Beatles recorded their original boy/girl love songs like "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" and "She Loves You". It took Lennon a couple of years to come to terms with what Bob was doing, and it completely changed his (and many others') songwriting (for better or worse).

Too many masters to mention, Dylan, Waits, Cohen, Taupin Knopfler, Simon, Lennon, Springsteen... Roger Waters here...

DSOTM
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that's to come
And everything under

The sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed
By the moon”

WISH YOU WERE HERE 
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail, A smile from a veil, Do you think you can tell. Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts... “

We’re just two lost souls living in a fish bowl year after year”

By the way which one’s Pink”

THE WALL
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.
Mama's gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Mama's gonna put all her fears into you.
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm.
Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby,
Of course mama's gonna help build the wall”

I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooh, babe when I pick up the phonethere's still nobody home”

All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their standAnd when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall”

THE FINAL CUT 
And as the windshield melts 
My tears evaporate 
Leaving only charcoal to defend. 
Finally I understand the feelings of the few. 
Ashes and diamonds 
Foe and friend 
We were all equal in the end“

AMUSED TO DEATH
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
And the children of Melrose
Strut their stuffIs absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to thinkNo tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me

Why am I so out of breath
The captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death

We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing carsWe ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the TV sets
They ran down every leadThey repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexedBut on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the only explanation left
This species has amused itself to deathNo tears to cry no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death

" This shirt is old and faded
all the color's washed away
I've had it now for more damn years
that I can count anyway
I wear it beneath my jacket
with the collar turned up high
so old I should replace it
but I'm not about to try

This shirt's got silver buttons
and a place upon the sleeve
where I use to set my heart up
right there where anyone could see
this shirt is the one I wore
to every boring high school dance
where the boys ignored the girls
and we all pretended to like the band

This shirt was a pillow for my head
on a train through Italy
this shirt was a blanket beneath my love
we made in Argeles
this shirt was lost for three whole days
in a town near Buffalo
till I found the locker key
in a downtown Trailways bus depot

This shirt was the one I lent you
and when you gave it back
it had a rip inside the sleeve
where you rolled your cigarettes
It was the place I put my heart
now look where you put a tear
I forgave your thoughtlessness
but not the boy who put it there

This shirt was the place your cat
decided to give birth to five
and we stayed up all night watching
and we wept when the last one died
this shirt is just an old faded piece
of cotton
shining like the memories
inside those silver buttons

And this shirt is a grand old relic
with a grand old history
I wear it now for Sunday chores
cleaning house and raking leaves
I wear it beneath my jacket
with the collar turned up high
so old I should replace it
but I'm not about to try"

Mary Chapin Carpenter  "This Shirt"

Feels like it's time for a couple of deep lines from Dylan. The first from Subterranean Homesick Blues,

"Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters"


and a tricky one from It's Alright, Ma 


"Proves to warn that he not busy being born
Is busy dying"



The following lyric from Blonde on Blonde eventually lead me into reading the Steinbeck novel. 

"With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,"


Unfortunately, great book that it is, my memory of it is not 'sheet metal'. Far from it. Maybe time to revisit it this summer.