"...Our ugliness is gone / I'm sure we'll all be friends / I'll try to break your back / and you'll try to make amends..." Afghan Whigs, "Creep".
"...Such dreams, such dreams as these, I know that they mean no good / For I dreamed that my bower was full of red swine and my bride's bed full of blood" Tim O'Brien/Dirk Powell, "Fair Margaret and Sweet William"
"...I see angels and ariels, in leather and chrome / Swooping down from heaven to carry me home" Richard Thompson, "1952 Vincent Black Lightning"
And one of my all-time favorite first lines...
"We were drinkin' like the Irish, but we were drinking scotch..." Patti Griffin, "Mad Mission"