although noble in intent, I'm sure, this is daft. it's not really possible, because as soon as you post one, another springs to mind. I like great songs with bad lyrics, and I like woeful songs with great lyrics. it's like trying to remember your best shag, or the best joke you ever heard, or your best night out. soon as you come up with one, like varicose veins, they lead on to another, then another, then another.
personally speaking, Will Oldham has written nearly all my favourite lines. lines I wished I'd written, which is the criteria I use for my favourite anything (song, book, essay, sonnet. (yeah, fair one. sonnet.)) Then, of course, there's Elliott Smith. pah, not now.
I love "all around the left buttock, and all around the right, and all around your every curve I hope to go tonight" from Nomadic Revery, which in words means nowt, but the urgency and sheer desperation he sings it with, well....
oh, oh and also, from Another Day Full Of Dread "dread and fear should not be confused, by dread I'm inspired, by fear I'm amused" which may well be my favourite ever line.
for sheer filling up-ness, "I'm trying to find my way home.....I'm sorry . . .and I miss you....." from Good Morning, Captain by Slint. it's how it's sung, culminating in the most heart wrenching "I MISS YOU"s ever roared. I think.
I like my signature too. (New Pornographer "Use It")
two sips from the cup of human kindness and I'm shitfaced