Nire Bryce

I'll start! for me, it's "Does anyone know/where the love of God goes/When the waves turn the minutes to hours" from The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, by Gordon Lightfoot.

And the old men march slowly, their bones stiff and sore;
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war.
And the young people ask: “what are they marching for?”
And I ask myself the same question

...This is a song that as I think about it to quote I realize will now be stuck in my head, in all its bitter melancholy, for the rest of the evening. Alas!

This body is built on the ruins of all the people I have ever been
Wise men build their houses on rocks
While the rest of us settle for skeletons

-The Narcissist Cookbook from the album This is How We Get Better

I love these lines so much and always end up singing them with my whole chest. Just punches straight through to me each time.

You have taken our lives, our husbands, our wives,
And we're told it's your legal share.
But if blood be the price of your lawful wealth,
By God, we have bought it fair.

-"We Have Fed You All for a Thousand Years," Composer Unknown, published in the I.W.W. songbook 1909.

And it'll burn burn burn, like they did to the Anarchists
And it'll burn burn burn, like the histories they stole from us
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
And give apologies for immeasurably acted perfection

- Against Me - Burn, though I could really choose any chunk of it.

Beautiful to live in poverty
Just to spite what they're selling
Take a thousand hits to prove the rest and I'll move in
Millimeters still won't mean shit against well-done subversion

Fathers of invention will one day turn in their graves
When their own sons and daughters
Manifest destiny into a lesson to others
Sent away my crippled, let the old ones catagorize their deathcamps, they're all dead

It'll burn burn burn
Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes
And burn burn burn
Like the histories they stole from us
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
And cringe, and rack guns of shame

Well it may take a team of well-rounded hoodlums
In full riot gear to unrest objection
A well-controlled media to pick out our terrorists
When beaurocrats start dying from cancer

There are already businessmen who'll market bottled water
And purified aerosol solution, guess who's their target
Seven approaching a measure off the map
And you'll see me dance in the street once again

It'll burn burn burn
Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes
And burn burn burn
Like the histories they stole from us
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
And cringe, and rack guns of shame

And it'll burn burn burn, like they did to the Anarchists
And it'll burn burn burn, like the histories they stole from us
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
And give apologies for immeasurably acted perfection

Burn burn burn
Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes
And burn burn burn
Like the histories they stole from us
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
And cringe, and rack guns of shame