ITT Great opening lines to albums

>>75157212
that is pretty sick, reinforced by the solid minute of build up leading to it

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>>75157212
technically the second song but
>BORN DOWN IN EL PASO
>WHERE THE TUMBLEWEEDS GROW

TAKE A LOOK AT THESE HANDS

I know when to go out
And when to stay in

Get things done

>>75157212
I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

First verse to Hunky Dory

>>75157212
GOT ME A MOVIE I WANT YOU TO KNOW
SLICING UP EYEBALLS I WANT YOU TO KNOW

>>75159174
CH CH CH CH

howww do i get close to you

It's the year 3030...
And here at the corporate institutional Bank of Time...
We find ourselves reflecting,
Finding out that in fact, we came back
We were always coming back

>>75159225
I've seen that movie. Not bad for its time. Are you a fan of Black Francis?

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>YOU'RE NOT LISTENING, I SAID STOP

>My boy, we don't see each other much

>I stepped out onto the midway

>I feel the top of the roof come off, kill everybody there

>The best ever death metal band out of Denton was a couple of guys who'd been friends since grade school

>This is a song for Carol!

>When you were young you were the king of carrotflowers

xD

>IT DOESN'T HURT ME

>>75158467
>>75159225
>>75159257
>>75159491
these ones

>WHEELS TURNING ROUND

>And in the death, as the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare, the shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building, high on Poacher's Hill; and red, mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger City. No more big wheels. Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats, and ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes, coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers, like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love-Me Avenue, ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now leg-warmers. Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald. Any day now. The year of the Diamond Dogs.

>>75157212
>She was born in a handbag

>>75157212
I'M A STREET WALKING CHEETAH WITH A HEART FULL OF NAPALM

Unwanted from his first breathe