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Ok, here are the requirements for participation on this thread. You HAVE to pick only one song, anyone who lists more than one gets their post deleted. And no listing one song for every style or every era. Just go out on a limb. Also, you cannot pick based on how big a hit something was...in other words, leave the profit motive out of it. That doesn't mean you can't pick a huge hit, but you have to make your pick based on what you really feel is probably the best pop song ever written, or the pop song that you would pick as the one you wish you could say your wrote because you're just that proud of what a great work of art it is or whatever.

Ok, here goes.

It was hard, and personal taste definitely plays into this. But if I pick any song to say "I wrote that" because I think it's just that good, I'd say:

One by U2

I like everything about that song. Bono's vocal is amazing. The lyrics ache with pain and emotion. It's poetic. And musically, the song just has this slow build that perfectly captures the emotion of the lyric and the characters in the song.

There you go. Your turn.

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Oh yeah, be sure to include the lyrics for the song you pick:

One

Is it getting better

Or do you feel the same

Will it make it easier on you now

You got someone to blame

You say...

One love

One life

When it's one need

In the night

One love

We get to share it

Leaves you baby if you

Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you

Or leave a bad taste in your mouth

You act like you never had love

And you want me to go without

Well it's...

Too late

Tonight

To drag the past out into the light

We're one, but we're not the same

We get to

Carry each other

Carry each other

One...

Have you come here for forgiveness

Have you come to raise the dead

Have you come here to play Jesus

To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much

More than a lot

You gave me nothing

Now it's all I got

We're one

But we're not the same

Well we

Hurt each other

Then we do it again

You say

Love is a temple

Love a higher law

Love is a temple

Love the higher law

You ask me to enter

But then you make me crawl

And I can't be holding on

To what you got

When all you got is hurt

One love

One blood

One life

You got to do what you should

One life

With each other

Sisters

Brothers

One life

But we're not the same

We get to

Carry each other

Carry each other

One...life

One

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All along the watchtower - Hendrix

Song is awesome. Lyrics kick ass. Its just wonderful. DMB covered it very very well. Both versions are awesome. But they share the value of excellent original writing.

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Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose - GREATEST STATEMENT EVER.

"Me And Bobby McGee"

(As recorded by Janis Joplin)

KRIS KRISTOFFERSON

FRED FOSTER

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' fer a train

When I's feeling nearly faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained

And rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana

I's playing soft while Bobby sung the blues, n-yeah

Windshield wipers slapping time I's, holding Bobby's hand in mine

We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose

Nothing, I mean nothing honey if it ain't free, no no

Yeah feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues

You know feeling good was good enough for me

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

From Kentucky coal mine to the California sun

Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done

Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the cold world

One day a near Selina Lord, I let him slip away

He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it

But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday

To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose

Nothing, and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah

But feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues

Hey feeling good was good enough for me, hmm-mm

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

La da la la la, la da la la la da la

La da da la la la Bobby McGee yeah

La da la la la, la da la la la da la

La da da la la la Bobby McGee yeah

La da la la la, la da la la la da la

La da da la la la Bobby McGee yeah

Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo

Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo

Lo lo lo lo lo lo Bobby McGee

Lo lo lo lo lo lo Bobby McGee

Lord I called him my lover, I called him my man

I said called him my lover just the best I can and c'mon

And and a Bobby oh, and a Bobby McGee yeah

Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo

Hey hey hey Bobby McGee, lord.

La da la la la, la da la la la la la

Hey hey hey Bobby McGee yeah

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I like the live version best.

WHIPPING POST

The Allman Brothers

I been run down, I been lied to,

I don’t know why I let that mean woman make me a fool.

She took all my money, wrecked my new car.

Now she’s with one of my goodtime buddies,

They’re drinkin’ in some crosstown bar.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,

Like I been tied to the whipping post,

Tied to the whipping post,

Tied to the whipping post,

Good lord, I feel like I’m dyin’.

My friends tell me, that I’ve been such a fool,

And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin’ you.

Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what you’ve down.

But nothin’ seems to change, the bad times stay the same,

And I can’t run.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,

Like I been tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post,

Tied to the whipping post,

Good lord, I feel like I’m dyin’.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,

Like I been tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post,

Tied to the whipping post,

Good lord, I feel like I’m dyin’.

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While I'd be hard-pressed to beat Whipping Post and All Along the Watchtower (written by Dylan and released in 1967, just to clarify), my pick is the late-night bar favorite...

American Pie - Don McLean

A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile and I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while but February made me shiver with every paper I delivered, bad news on the door step, I couldn't take one more step, I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride but something touched me deep inside, the day, the music, died. So...

CHORUS

Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above, if the bible tells you so, and do you believe in rock n' roll, can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well I know that you're in love with him cuz I saw you dancin in the gym you both kicked off your shoes and I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage bronkin buck with a pink carnation and a pick up truck but I knew I was out of luck, the day, the music, died. I started singin...

Chorus

Now for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rollin stone but that's not how it used to be, when the jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean and a voice that came from you and me, oh and while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown the courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned, and while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park and we sang dirges in the dark, the day, the music, died. We were singin...

Chorus

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin fast, its the land that falled on the grass the players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the sidelines in a cast, now the half-time air was sweet perfume while the sergeants played a marching tune we all got up to dance oh but we never got the chance oh as the players tried to take the field the marching band refused to yield do you recall what was revealed, the day, the music, died. We started singin...

Chorus

Oh and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again, so come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle stick because fire is the devils only friend, oh and as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clinched in fists of rage, no angel born in hell could break that satan's spell and as the planes climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial right I saw satan laughing with delight, the day, the music, died. He was singin...

Chorus

I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news but she just smiled and turned away, I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before but the man there said the music wouldn't play and in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed but not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken and the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, they caught the last train for the coast, the day, the music, died, and they were singin...

Chorus

They were singin... Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die.

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Telegraph Road by Dire Straits-Live or studio is great. It's a long song, 13 min. +/-, but displays the best music Mark Knopfler has written, that I know of, anyway.

A long time ago came a man on a track

walking thirty miles with a pack on his back

and he put down his load where he thought it was the best

made a home in the wilderness

he built a cabin and a winter store

and he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore

and the other travellers came riding down the track

and they never went further, no, they never went back

then came the churches then came the schools

then came the lawyers then came the rules

then came the trains and the trucks with their loads

and the dirty old track was the telegraph road

Then came the mines - then came the ore

then there was the hard times then there was a war

telegraph sang a song about the world outside

telegraph road got so deep and so wide

like a rolling river. . .

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze

people driving home from the factories

there's six lanes of traffic

three lanes moving slow. . .

I used to like to go to work but they shut it down

I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found

yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed

we're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed

and the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles

they can always fly away from this rain and this cold

you can hear them singing out their telegraph code

all the way down the telegraph road

You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights

when life was just a bet on a race between the lights

you had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair

now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care

but believe in me baby and I'll take you away

from out of this darkness and into the day

from these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain

from the anger that lives on the streets with these names

'cos I've run every red light on memory lane

I've seen desperation explode into flames

and I don't want to see it again. . .

From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed

all the way down the telegraph road

TT, "One" is very good, also.

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AMEN MIKE!! Whipping Post is the best song ever recorded. You can feel the pain in Greg Allmans' voice, and the hard hitting music drives the blues into your soul.

The 23 minute version on the "Live at the Fillmore East" album is the only one I listen to.

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Well my favorite songs ever written are country....but you asked for Rock/Pop soo here is my all-time favorite rock song.

Rolling Stones--Wild Horses

Childhood living is easy to do

The things you wanted I bought them for you

Graceless lady you know who I am

You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away

Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain

Now you decided to show me the same

No sweeping exits or offstage lines

Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away

Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie

I have my freedom but I don’t have much time

Faith has been broken, tears must be cried

Let’s do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away

Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away

Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day

I think this song probably has different meanings for everybody, but it definately hits me.

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