Another favourite:

Madonna's song called "Words" - it is on the album "erotica":

Words, they cut like a knife
Cut into my life
I don't want to hear your words
They always attack
Please take them all back
If they're yours I don't want anymore

You think you're so smart
You try to manipulate me
You try to humiliate with your words
You think you're so chic
You write me beautiful letters
You think you're so much better than me

But your actions speak louder than words
And they're only words, unless they're true
Your actions speak louder than promises
You're inclined to make and inclined to break

You think you're so shrewd
You try to bring me low
You try to gain control with your words

Friends they tried to warn me about you
He has good manners, he's so romantic
But he'll only make you blue
How can I explain to them
How could they know
I'm in love with your words
Your words

You think you're so sly
I caught you at your game
You will not bring me shame with your words

Too much blinding light
Your touch, I've grown tired of your words
Words, words
A linguistic form that can meaningfully be spoken in
isolation
Conversation, expression, a promise, a sigh
In short, a lie
A message from heaven, a signal from hell
I give you my word I'll never tell
Language that is used in anger
Personal feelings signaling danger
A brief remark, an utterance, information
Don't mince words, don't be evasive
Speak your mind, be persuasive
A pledge, a commitment, communication, words.

John Lennon -

lyrics of "Serve Yourself":

You say you found Jesus, that’s right
 He’s the only one
 You say you found Buddha
 Sittin’ in the sun
 You say you found Mohammed
 Facin’ to the East
  You say you found Krishna
 Dancin’ in the streets

 Well there’s somethin’ missing in this God Almighty stew and it’s your mother
 Your mother (don’t forget your other, lad)
 You gotta serve yourself
 Nobody gonna do for you
 You gotta serve yourself
 Nobody gonna do for you
 Well, you may believe in devils
 And you may believe in laws
 But if you don’t go out and serve yourself
 Lad, (ain’t no room service here)

 It’s still the same old story
 A bloody Holy War
 A fight for love and glory
 Ain’t gonna study war (no more)
 A fight for God and country
 We’re gonna set you free
 We’ll put you back in the Stone Age
 If you won’t be like me, get it?

 You’ve got to serve yourself
 Ain’t nobody gonna do for you
 You’ve got to serve yourself
 Ain’t nobody gonna do for you
 Yeah you may believe in devils
 And you may believe in laws
 But Christ you’re gonna have to serve yourself
 And that’s all there is to it
 So get right back in
 It’s in the bloody fridge
 God, when I was a kid
 Didn’t have stuff like this
 T.V. – fuckin’ dinners and all that crap –
 You fuckin’ kids - all the fuckin’ same - want a fuckin’ car now...
 Lucky to have a pair of shoes

 You tell me you found Jesus Christ well that’s great and
 He’s the only one
 You say you just found Buddah and he is sittin’ on his arse
 In the sun
 You say you found Mohammed kneeling on the bloody carpet
 Facin’ the East
  You say you found Krishna with a bald head
 Dancin’ in the street
 Gotta serve yourself
 Ain’t nobody gonna do it for you
 That’s right lad, you better get that straight to your fuckin’ head
 You gotta serve yourself
 You know that - who the hell else is gonna do for you?
 You don’t need me to tell you that
 Well, you may believe in Jesus
 And you may believe in Marx
 And you may believe in Marks and Spencers’
 And you may believe in bloody Woolworth’s
 But there’s somethin’ missing in this whole bloody stew
 And it’s your mother
 Your poor bloody mother
 (she  ??? bore you in the back bedroom
 Full of bloody piss and shit and the bloody midwife ???
 you should be in the bloody war, like, you know all about it)

 Tell you something
 It’s still the same old story
 A Holy bloody War...you know, the Pope and all that stuff
 A fight for love and glory
 Ain’t gonna study no war no more
 A fight for God and country...the Queen and all that
 We’re gonna set you free, yeah...??? not, sure
 Bomb you back into the fuckin’ Stone Age
 If you won’t do like me .. you know, get on your knees and pray

 Well there’s somethin’ missing in this almighty stew
 And it’s your goddamn mother you dirty little
 Git now
 Get in there and wash your ears

batgirl, have you checked out nina simone's rendition of Suzanne?

back to that genius Courtney Love: the song 'violet' from her old group 'Hole' 's 1994 album 'Live Through This':

And the sky was made of amethyst
And all the stars were just like little fish
You should learn when to go
You should learn how to say no
Might last a day, yeah. Minus forever.

When they get what they want, then they never want it again. They get what they want, and they never want it again. Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to. Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to.

And the sky was all violet.

I want again, but violent, more violent. And I'm the one with no soul.
One above and one below.
Might last a day, yeah. Minus forever. Might last a day, yeah. Minus forever. When they get what they want, then the never want it again.

Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to. Go on, take everything, take everything, I dare you to.

I told you from the start, just how this would end
When I get what I want, then I'll never want it again
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to. Go on, take everything, take everything......

'softer,softest' - same album:

I tell you everything, and I hope that you won't tell on me.
And I'd give you anything, and know that you won't tell on me.
Pee-girl gets the belt. Your milk makes me cry. Your milk is so sour.
And I can only cry. I can only cower.
I can only cry. You have all the power.

I got a blister from touching everything I see.
The abyss opens up, and steals everything from me. Pee-girl gets the belt.

Your milk makes me mind. Your milk is so sick.
Your milk has a dye. Your milk has a dick.

Burn the witch, the witch is dead.
Burn the witch, just bring me back her head. Pee-girl gets the belt.

Your milk makes me mind. Your milk is so mean.
Your milk turns to cry. Your milk turns to cream.
Your milk turns to cry. Your milk turns to cream.......

"Thank you" by Dido (Dido Armstrong) - note the slightly sardonic touch; which was amplified in its use as the closing credits song in the film Sliding Doors [the title apart from the obvious tube train doors alludes to the title of Sartre's play Huis Clos [which literally means closed doors thjough the play is better known in english as 'no exit']:

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad
it's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today
I'm late for work again
and even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the day
and then you call me and it's not so bad
it's not so bad and

I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life

Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and through
then you handed me a towel and all I see is you
and even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a clue
because you're near me and

I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life

as long as one doesn't mistake vapidity for ambiguity ...

Oh I wasn't getting at anything specific, just playing around with words.

I like ambiguity - it is one of the hallmarks of human language, in my opinion, and one of the things I look for in poetry and songwriting.

mind games of many kinds - not quite clear what you are getting at ...

e.g. sniffing glue?

TM-ing [Trancendental Meditation - from the Late Maharishi aka 'Sexy Sadie' in the beatles song] with your own secret personalised mantra - which just happens to be the same for everybody - 'Ayeem' ] ?

games of the mind

there are many kinds

ok i suppose you mean like chess etc., NOT playing with people's minds :) [except one's own perhaps]

I was thinking more along the lines of mind games ... and you can take that any way you want.

not those games - Syd was extremely unworldly/otherwordly - or outer-spaced? - his promiscuity etc does not contradict with that fact.

I happen to know people who know his family - Syd was different.

I mean, grams of acid [the size of his LSD trips]? I could handle only 400 micrograms at a time - and that is supposed to a big dose!

I think Syd must have liked to play a lot of games ;)

requoting Alan Parsons & co in response:

Games people play, you take it or you leave it
Things that they say, just don't make it right
If i promise you the moon and the stars, would you believe it? Games people play ...

My favorite line from Syd:

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things

from Suzanne by Leonard Cohen:

Suzanne takes your hand
and she leads you to the river.
She is wearing rags and feathers
from Salvation Army counters.
And the sun pours down like honey
On Our Lady of the Harbour;
and she shows you where to look
among the garbage and the flowers.
There are heroes in the seaweed;
there are children in the morning.
They are leaning out for love,
and they will lean that way forever
while Suzanne holds the mirror.

And you want to travel with her,
and you want to travel blind,
and you know that you can trust her
for she's touched your perfect body
with her mind.

more Barrett:

Sunlight bright upon my pillow
Lighter than an eiderdown
Will she let the weeping willow
Wind his branches round
Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams
Every night I turn the light out

Waiting for the velvet bride
Will the scaly armadillo
Find me where I'm hiding
Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams
Will the misty master break me
Will the key unlock my mind
Will the following footsteps catch me
Am I really dying
Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams ...

that calls for something from the crazy diamond in question (Syd Barrett):

Soon after dark Emily cries
Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for May
See Emily play
Put on a gown that touches the ground,
Float on a river forever and ever, Emily
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for May ....

Ah... I can comment here again! (thx)

Roger Waters is an often-overlooked lyricist:

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr,
and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner,
and shine!

Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph, and sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, come on you miner for truth and delusion,
and shine!

Some excerpts from The Alan Parsons Project songs:

Tell you 'bout a dream that i have every night
It ain't kodachrome and it isn't black and white
Take me for a fool if you feel that's right
Well i'm never on my own but there's nobody in sight

I don't know if i'm scared of the lightning
Trying to reach me
I can't turn to the left or the right
I'm too scared to run and i'm too weak to fight
But i don't care it's all psychobabble rap to me

...

You're lighting a scene that's faded to black
I threw it away cause i don't want it back
But i don't care it's all psychbabble rap

...

Where do we go from here
now that all of the children have grown up
and how do we spend our time
knowing nobody gives us a damn

I don't wanna live here no more, i don't wanna stay
Ain't gonna spend the rest of my life, quietly fading away

Games people play, you take it or you leave it
Things that they say, just don't make it right

...

If i promise you the moon and the stars, would you believe it
Games people play in the middle of the night
.....

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those i left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where i go

And oh when i'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday
in the mist of time
When they asked me if i knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when i'm old and wise