Best "story in a song"?

[sufc_girl]

Up the Junction is a great shout. I'm going to be so bold as to suggest The Day I Died by Just Jack.

 

[South Bank Hank]

Kev's Lament - Kevin Bloody Wilson

I remember back on our very first date
In the back seat of me car
I wanted you to go all the way
But you wouldn't go that far

I wanted you to hold me dick
You wanted to hold me hand
And when I accidentally brushed your tit
I just blew it and come in me pants

And it was over ...
Before it began

I'll never forget the strain and the sweat
As I fumbled with your gear
A hundred degrees with the windows wound up
So your Mum and Dad couldn't hear

Tryin' me best to unzip your dress
And unhook your bra with one hand
And just when I thought I was doin' all right
I come in me pants again

And it was over ...
Before it began

Blouses and buttons and bras and http://www.lyricsdownload.com/kevin-bloody-wilson-kev-s-lament-it-was-over-lyrics.html#buckles
And 'Stop it, I'm gettin' cold'
First time I've had a tit in me mouth
Since I was nine months old

I had lovers' balls and you had no idea
Of the pitch of me passion and pain
Tryin' to stay cool with me knackers on fire
I come in me pants again ... oh, **** ... and again

And it was over ...
Before it began

You wouldn't give and I wouldn't go
And we couldn't seem to agree
You got the giggles and I got the *****
Then you wouldn't talk to me

And when we made up and we started again
Your Dad banged on the roof and he yelled:
'What are you two kids up to in there?'
And I **** in me pants as well

And it was over ...
Before it began

You hear people say that they'd love to go back
And do things that they did in the past
But if you reckon they were the real good old days
You can go stick 'em right up your arse!

'Cause when I look back how I came and I went
With a tear in me eye I recall
How me, I had a **** of a night,
But me undies had a ball

And it was over ...
Before it began

 

[canveyshrimper]

Here's mine, Booby Goldsboro - Summer, the first time.

Or another Bobby Goldsboro classic - Honey.

Something about wrecking his car, then hugging his neck. If it been most blokes car they would have broken her ****ing neck.

"She wrecked the car and she was sadand so afraid that I'd be mad but what the heck.Though I pretended hard to be,guess you could say she saw through me and hugged my neck"

 

[Yer Blues]

billy davies daughter or pretty much anything off word gets around.

 

[Firestorm]

I would also like to nominate "Down In The Tube Station at Midnight" by The Jam.

Good call...

The last thing that I saw
As I lay there on the floor
Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter
And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday -
Do it today!"
I glanced back on my life
And thought about my wife
'cause they took the keys and she'll think its me


can i also add Stay Free - the Clash

 

[Yer Blues]

oooooh.

the last polka - ben folds five

 

[Firestorm]

Tell Laura I love her, Ricky Valance

 

[MK Shrimper]

Bang bang, Maxwell's silver hammer, came down upon her head!

 

[canveyshrimper]

A Day in the Life.

 

[BILLERICAY BLUE]

I would also like to nominate "Down In The Tube Station at Midnight" by The Jam.

Nice one James.

The distant echo
of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to
the ones that they love and who love them forever
The glazed, dirty stepsrepeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's paper
Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrowthey tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I fumble for changeand pull out the Queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me
Whispers in the shadowsgruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
"Hey boy" they shout"have you got any money?"
And I said"I've a little money and a take away curry,
I'm on my way home to my wife.
She'll be lining up the cutlery,
You know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight

The last thing that I saw
As I lay there on the floor
Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter
And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awaydaya cheap holiday -
Do it today!"
I glanced back on my life
And thought about my wife
'Cause they took the keysand she'll think it's me
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight

 

[marvel315]

vincent - don mclean

 

[MK Shrimper]

Me and Bobby McGee - Janis J.

"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose......."

 

[Matt the Shrimp]

Sweaty Betty by The Macc Lads.

(Up the Junction is a great shout)

I'm about to do a performance of the Britten War Requiem next week... as "stories in a song" go, it's about as moving as it gets, courtesy of Wilfred Owen...

What passing bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons
No mockeries for them from prayers or bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs --
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of silent minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

 

[MK Shrimper]

Sweaty Betty by The Macc Lads.

(Up the Junction is a great shout)

I'm about to do a performance of the Britten War Requiem next week... as "stories in a song" go, it's about as moving as it gets, courtesy of Wilfred Owen...

What passing bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons
No mockeries for them from prayers or bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs --
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of silent minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

Can't you do Rolf's Two Little Boys instead? Sorta similiar innit? :excellent:

 

[Napster]

Stan by Eminem.
Jane by EPMD
Childrens Story by Slick Rick
Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa by De La Soul (lyrics below)

This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie
Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly
Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy
Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'
But even cooler was my social worker Dillon
Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles
He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces
She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances
I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'
I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing
At the time no one knew but it was a shame
That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game

Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'
On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'
Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you
He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?
You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool
Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school
He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey
He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's
Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have
Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad
Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon
But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain
While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom
And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room
Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen
But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the
deal?)
I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal
Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him
And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em
And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'
How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him
When I got home, I found she had tried to call me
My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)
I tried to call the honey but her line was busy
I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon
I received a call from Misses Sick herself
I asked her how was she recoverin' her health
She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
She wanted to talk serious, I said, "go ahead-shoot"
She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal
Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol
That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one
She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one
Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates
Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits
There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip
He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip
You're just mad he's your overseer at school
No need to play him out like he's someone cruel
She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else
Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self

Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses
And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes
Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother
He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother
As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie
I ask her what's her problem, all she says is "Where is he?"
I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'
She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon
None of the kids could understand what was the cause
All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus
Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to
Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to
Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over

 

[Clinton Baptiste]

Been many a great storyteller- Springsteen, Lennon and Mccartney, Bowie, Paul Simon.

My own personal favourite though would have to be Billy Joels "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant". A superb narrative, and a fantastic tune that changes pace and tone from slow ballad to the fantastic uptempo middle part and then a stirring finale. A superb piece of music

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIUeyDLV6LQ&feature=related

 

[Supernaut]

The Velvet Underground - The Gift
Leonard Cohen - Famous Blue Raincoat

 

[OldBlueLady]

Some good choices already, Up the Junction probably one of my favourites so far, also lloved Excerpts from a Teenage Opera, Tell Laura I love her and Summer the first time.

Bobbie Gentry's Ode to Billy Joe is another that I used to think was great, I'm sure it had a tie in to a book around the 70s though which is when I remember it from.

It was the third of June,
another sleepy, dusty Delta day.
I was out choppin' cotton
and my brother was balin' hay.
And at dinner time we stopped,
and we walked back to the house to eat.
And mama hollered at the back door
"y'all remember to wipe your feet."
And then she said she got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge
Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge.
Papa said to mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas,
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense,
pass the biscuits, please."
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow."
Mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow.
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge,
And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
And brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billy Joe
Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show.
And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night?
"I'll have another piece of apple pie, you know it don't seem right.
I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge,
And now you tell me Billy Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge."
Mama said to me "Child, what's happened to your appetite?
I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite.
That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today,
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday. Oh, by the way,
He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge."
A year has come 'n' gone since we heard the news 'bout Billy Joe.
Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo.
There was a virus going 'round, papa caught it and he died last spring,
And now mama doesn't seem to wanna do much of anything.
And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge,
And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge.

 

[Lester Bangs]

Bobbie Gentry's Ode to Billy Joe

Fantastic song :clap:

 

[Lester Bangs]

Just realised that this thread is nearly 4 pages long and there's been no mention of Kenny Rogers.

Ruby
Coward of the County

Two fantastic story songs.