/lit/ - Literature

Kevin Shields

None.

>>10351618
Fiona Apple (later stuff)
Bob Dylan
Leonard Cohen
Aesop Rock
Mc Ride
Anais Mitchell
Busdriver
Courtney Love (earlier stuff)
Joanna Newsom
Lou Reed
and my personal choice rn is pic-related

>>10351618
Depends on how you define "actual poets". There are a plethora of hacks in poetry who are easily surpassed by songwriters.

But as in any art form you wouldn't get a layman poet in the form of a songwriter who could genuinely claim to surpass that of the skilled poet in actual ability.

>>10351618
Jeff desu senpai

L Ron Hubbard

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpTUhN__FRk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CtxWlTIWRHo&t=

>>10351618
4 Chains
Scoop dogg
asap rock

>>10351618
Phonte

Human Bark ‘n
Beautyless hide from beauty
Bow your eyes ‘n heads to the duty of the dead’s
Suck the ground
Breathe life into the dead dinosaurs
Let the past demons rear up their heads ‘n belch fire into the air of now
The rug’s wearing out that we walk on
Soon it will fray ‘n we’ll drop
Dead into yesterday
Must the breathing pay for those who breathe in ‘n don’t
Breathe out
There’d be no game, brother, if no one would play
As for your games count me in all that can see,
Breathe in ‘n out hungry today ‘n eat hearty tomorrow
Or eat away ‘n be eaten some day
No flowers shall grow where oil shall flow
No seed shall sow in salt water
If the dinosaur cries with blood in his eyes
‘n eats our babies for our lies
Belch fire into our skies
Maybe I’ll die but he’ll be rumbling through
Your petrified forest

outta work jerks since they shut down chippendales

Tom Waits

Quorthon had some sick lyrics even on his earlier stuff, but the best are on the viking albums

>>10351748
>All you vagrant souls
>Of profane disbeliefs
>False prophets and deceivers
>Shall swing from the trees
Deep.

>>10351679
/mu/ shit

>>10351618
Roger Waters (guy who wrote most of Pink Floyd's lyrics)

Van Morrison
Joanna Newsom
Jeffrey Lee Pierce

arguably

>>10351793
>he doesn't appreciate beefheart

I really like Tuxedomoon's lyrics
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ak1bckaKS4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NSMP-oA16U

>>10351811
Van Vliet is an artistic genius, but this surreal lyricism aren’t abything special, imo. Ofc it perfectly fits TMR, but still.

>>10351815
isn’t anything... sry

>>10351796
I'm partial to Syd Barrett but Roger Waters was pretty great. One of my favourite lyrics comes from Echoes.

>And through the window in the wall
>Come streaming in on sunlight wings
>A million bright ambassadors of morning

>>10351815
Those lyrics are actually from Lick my Decals Off and I think every lyric on that album stands on its own

>>10351828
I’m not that dude who answered you in the first place - wasn’t referring to whatever lyrics you posted, sry, just saw the pic.

>>10351836
Okay. I apreciate your civility.

>>10351748
Care to give an example?

>>10351618

This sad gent

…The depths of abjection, a throne of manure
But even during the ecstasies of beatification
It is by no means possible to separate them
The den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruption-bred
And the blazing spirit of the mystic heaven above
Angel browed with brass
Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite
Tunneled by vermin
…Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle…

Implemini Spiritu Sancto
The scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes
A grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteries
In contemplation the Lord of harvests long gone
Shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape
Desperately feeding the empty void
Growing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greater
In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee
Implemini Spiritu Sancto
The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth
Yes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition

I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance
Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture
O deformity, hear the weeping prayers
Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise!

The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving hound
Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Aboyeurs de Dieu !
Implemini Spiritu Sancto

>>10351634
>Aesop Rock
noice.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypjtniqCQ5E

>>10352011

One Rode To Asa Bay


One man rode the way through the woods
Down to Asa bay
Where dragon ships had sailed to sea
More times than one could say
To see with own eyes the wonder
People told of from man to man
The God of all almightyness
Had arrived from a foreign land

The rumours told of a man
Who had come from the other side the seas
Carrying gold cross around neck in chain
And spoke in strange tongue of peace
He had come with strange men in armour
Dressed in purple shirts and lace
Smelling not of beer but flowers
And with no hair in face

And the bold man carrying cross
Had told all one of Asa bay
The God of all man woman child had come
To them all save
And to thank Lord of Heaven
One should build to God a house
And to save one's soul from Hell
One should be baptised and say vows

A man of pride with the Hammer told new God
To build his house on own
And spoke loud of the Gods of their fathers
Not too long time gone
The rumours said the man with a beard like fire
And the Hammer in chain
By men in armour silenced was and by
Their swords was slain

Those who did not pay the one coin
Of four to man of new God
Whipped was twenty and put in chains then locked
By their neck to the log (To the log...)
And so all of Asa bay did build
A house of the cross
Every hour of daylight they did sweat
Limbs ached because faith does cost

The liquid is in your throat
For hopeless delight

After all you fell in love with death,
Life has aborted.
All you've had and all you became,
The night is calling, you pray forth.

The barren waste is your land
Your crops, they were sown to die

The skin is a mirror
The eyes hollow with ignorance
Health runs from your lips
Sucked in and safe in a world of sleep

All those years caring for a liar
A benefit road that is winding higher
You're a moth too close to the fire

You are stuck in a route of confusion
Changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all

Fleeing your sorrows
Pushing your spirit away

Sick of the weakness of the psyche
A whisper from the heart of evil luring them all into despair
Resenting the goods of a savior

And cries out
For the restless will also die

A selection culled from the damned, drawing a lifeline of one
A friend died in your room and sought the birth of a follower

O brother, you are a killer and you target yourself
I wish you'd never come back for us to see the beckoning end

And the pride of a mother brought flaws in a mother's son
And the love from a father was used by a father's son

Overheard us talking in a smoke of lost hope
The language of a parting so clear and so true
Overheard us talking

>>10351626
this is the answer

Fabrizio De André.

But you learn Spanish instead of Italian, so... joke's on you.

Louie Louie
Oh baby now
We gotta go

Leonard Cohen without a doubt. Although it's kinda given as he is a poet first and a musician second

>>10352388
>>10352245
Very much this but also Simon and Garfunkel. Consider songs like sound of silence, April come she will, I am a rock. Strip away the music, look purely at the lyrics, and you will see poetry.

>>10352362
Third. Anyone who actually reads poetry (and necessarily listens to music) knows that this is easily the case.

Unironically mc ride

>>10351651
this
early gainsbourg was the best of the 60s (sadly)

The mountain goats

Some of older Martin L. Gore's lyrics are quite pretty. Recent stuff is meh though.

>>10352987
>>10352362
>>10351626

yall stupid hehe hows it feel wait haha dont answer it wont include the whole haha goofballs

>>10351618
Jim Morrison

>>10351618
Eyedea
Elliott Smith
Kevin Ayers

>>10353056
>t. ignorant dingdong haha attempting to masquerade as something other and failing..

>at barnes & noble
>pick up Fear an Trembling
>introduction has a quote: "God said to Abraham, 'kill me a son'. Abe said, 'man, you must be puttin me on'" - Bob Dylan
mfw

>>10352987
no, you guys are just wrong

Mark E. Smith of The Fall

Tied up to posts
Blindfold so can't feel maintenance
Kickback art thou that thick?
Death of the dimwits

Businessman hits train
Businessman hits train
His veiled sex seeps through his management sloth
The journey takes one hour

And it's a hexen hour
Hexen school, hexen cursed
Hexen bowl boils, hexen rule
Explain the mood harm

The DDR scene
Alpine pullovers
Alpine give over
You can clutch at my toes
You will drive me insane
You know nothing about it
It's not your domain
Don't confuse yourself
With someone who has something to say

Cause it's a hexen rain
Hexen fodder, hexen cursed
Hexen bowl boils, hexen rule
Explain the mood harm

While greenpeace looked like saffron on the realm
Brown, shrivelled
A Kellog's peace
The opposition was down
Red church on a hill
Red church on a hill
Styrofoam insides
Aluminium tiers
Louis Armstrong tapes waft down the aisles

And it's a hexen hour
Hexen file, hexen rule
Hexen bowl boils
Hexen rule in the hour of the fall

It takes grace to play the second fiddle well
His cap emblazoned a crusty knife
Live only one, was these you ate
Goes with you down, and pats your head

That's strife knot, strife k-not
Strife is life and don't forget it
Strife is life, you don't wanna hear it
Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob
Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob
Strife knot, strife k-not

Life is strife but you don't wanna hear it
Strife is life and that's it
And that's it, and that's it
And that's it

>>10353600

What's with all the shitty jewish meme rappers in this thread. Do people really consider stuff like that to be good poetry?

Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui chantent
Les rêves qui les hantent
Au large d'Amsterdam
Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui dorment
Comme des oriflammes
Le long des berges mornes
Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui meurent
Pleins de bière et de drames
Aux premières lueurs
Mais dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui naissent
Dans la chaleur épaisse
Des langueurs océanes

>>10351618
Unironically, Lord Huron

I'm wasted, losing time
I'm a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine
I want him but we're not right

In the darkness I will meet my creators
And they will all agree, that I'm a suffocator

I should go now quietly
For my bones have found a place
To lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
What a' mess I leave
To follow

In the darkness I will meet my creators
They will all agree, I'm a suffocator

Suffocator
Oh no
I'm sorry if I smothered you
I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside
My mother
Never to come out

Smother by Daughter

>>10354196
this is shit pal

>>10351618
Honestly, Dani Filth. His best lyrics for me were on Cruelty and the Beast, which was, "...a concept album based on the legend of the Hungarian "blood countess" Elizabeth Báthory.

https://www.metal-archives.com/albums/Cradle_of_Filth/Cruelty_and_the_Beast/69

"Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night,
her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light,
a disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas.

Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led,
from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease.

Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn,
flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm.
Gilded in crests of carpathian breed.

Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born.
On that eve when the countess' own came deformed,
a tragedy crept to the name Bathory."

>>10354231
this is good, although the Bathory story is an unrban legend/myth

>>10351618
Honestly, Dani Filth. His best lyrics for me were on Cruelty and the Beast, which was, "...a concept album based on the legend of the Hungarian "blood countess" Elizabeth Báthory."

https://www.metal-archives.com/albums/Cradle_of_Filth/Cruelty_and_the_Beast/69

"Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night,
her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light,
a disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas.

Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed,
to the ravenous wolves that the elements led,
from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease.

Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn,
flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm.
Gilded in crests of carpathian breed.

Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born.
On that eve when the countess' own came deformed,
a tragedy crept to the name Bathory."

>>10354242

Sorry - had to make a correction. I thought this was a slow enough board to get away with it!

The Bathory myth is perfect for Cradle. He did Gilles de Rais on another album (Godspeed). He gets a lot of flack but he's a very talented writer.

>>10351618
I'm surprised no one mentioned Paul Simon yet.

>>10351624
>I'm feeling bad, I'm feeling good
>Feeling like I never could
>Lick, lick, lick and suck, suck, suck
>I want it slow, slow, slow, slow
Come on.

>>10353934
JEW ON A MOTORIBKE

>>10352388
Cohen’s poetry is, as Joni Mitchell puts it best, «boudoir poetry». Utterly benign.

this Silenius-looking warbler

Jandek is the fucking heavyweight that puts most of these posts to shame, Dylan's true successor.

Also Bob Lind and David Berman.

>>10354464
I was drunk at the pulpit, I knew it was wrong
And I left in mid-sermon tempted by a bar-house song
The pews creaked and shifted as they turned to watch me leave
And I pulled a little bottle from the pocket in my sleeve

The sunlight was stronger to my church-dark widened eyes
Than the light which had blinded me with Christ's own half-lies
Yes, mid-sunday morning, my old playmates sat
Round a stumble stained table, Christopher spat
And he kicked out a chair and showed me to sit
Then they started back singing in that shit-smelling pit
They were grinning and dribbling with comforted heads
Their wives were in church or at home and in beds
Well, I sucked down a cupful and God shone within
In a red earthen mask, and I saw where I'd been was a palace of sin

Let them abstain on unbucking high horses
Poor wooden structures which merely eye courses
That these log heads run just to find some respite
In the whiskey-induced holy unending night
Yes I thought I saw new light, the black one which dimmed
The bleach garments with which mingled pee on stained rims
Oh the church songs they paled next to this fiery chorus
Composed from a living depth especially for us

There were arms linked in sympathy, gilded the glaring
Of these bloated companions, who hid 'neath their swearing
Some need for another, kin to brother lust
Which coarse words and music was faith and less trust
Yes, I saw a dependence, an inherent weakness
Within walls which hid sunlight and hindered all frankness
That floor there supported what souls couldn't stand
On their own in their own eyes, to hint they are men
Who are slave to their vision but to that alone
Yes, each of them cloistered fear of being alone
Wherever folks gather, to imply a rule
They are each one a sinner, each one a fool
For if I drink my whiskey, and if I sing a song
I have no breast companion a-trailing along
To imagine a sharing of burdens I earned
To steal from the embers I strove so to burn
God is one's corpus, and Jesus one's blood
The world is within you, without is of mud...

>>10354479
>David Berman
he's a very clever lyricist, much better than most ITT. how accessible is jandek? i've heard the music is overwhelmingly desolate.

>>10351618
Beck, cake, death grips, sometimes the doors, transatlanticism album by deatb cab for cutie.

>inb4 dc4c is a girls band

>>10354479
>>10354498
>how accessible is jandek
okay. there was a period of time where i was listening to his album Six on Six almost exclusively, because of how astoundingly creative and unique it was. but i gotta fill you in on a disclaimer, no meme intended
this is the most depressing album there is
because, like, there's the emotionally comforting, soft and fuzzy depressing, which is like your nick drakes and elliott smiths--but jandek is something else man. i found that my mood was becoming tremendously more upset and sad, just really sad, around the clock. so eventually i had to stop listening to it. it was just becoming too much. which is a kind of shame, because the lyricism is superb in every way imaginable, but it is fucking desolate. it ruins you in a way.
it's this weird hypnotic kind of depression, because instrumentally every track is basically identical. the same detuned mindless guitar picking with little variation. the melodies are mostly mumbled and atonal as well. so listening to the WHOLE fucking thing in one sitting is sortof akin to chinese water torture for depressive music. if you value your sanity: ingest in small doses.

>What is this
>The cavalcade of misery
>What depths
>How could we think of distances

>I always had a bloody lip, always
>Those Cadillacs just float over the road
>They don't even know the road is there

>Dust enters into all being
>And man who came from dust, to dust shall he return

;_;

>>10353073
Krieger was the better writer. But it's not like i listen to the doors for the lyrics

>>10351618
Maybe some of tim buckleys songs

>>10353600
>Eyedea
Seriously hope you dont believe this

>>10354711
And not to be confused with the cringey "loss" comic maker tim buckley. Im talking about 60s died of a heroin overdosis tim buckley

>>10354573

Morrissey

Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalise
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright
I'll still be by your side
For you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes
My life down I shall lie
Should restless spirits try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name
I just looked into his wondrous eyes
And said: "never never never again"
And all too soon I did return
Just like a moth to a flame
So rattle my bones all over the stones
I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin
Fit me like a glove
I'm here and here I'll stay
Together we lie, together we pray
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Mine
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you're only three, sonny boy
You're - you're mine
And your mother she just never knew
Oh, your mother...
As long... as long... as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
As long... as long... as long as... as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
Oh...

>not a single mention of nick cave
Jesus

>>10354811
>muh whisky and trite Americana

>>10354827
Stop describing Springsteen

>>10351618
Definitely NOT Bob Dylan. He's one of the most trash entertainers of recent times. The "music" is impossible to listen to, and the "profound lyrics" are just a version of "I'm 13 and able to see through the bullshit of the world. And my special angle? I can't sing. "

Fuck Bob Dylan.

>>10354558
>mindless
https://youtu.be/ZiF6yBRzA3w

He makes it clear that all of the playing is intentional, but I know what you mean. It's also worth noting that all of the albums are improvised. Listen to White Box Requiem if you haven't.

>>10354811
My bad

Andrew Bird

>>10354712
>>10353962
How is he jewish, what dont you guys like about him, I'm not bothered that you dont like him or anything, just curious.

Not like*

i don't like drawing a heavy distinction between music lyrics and poetry, as they both aim for essentially the same thing; the portrayal of a mood, idea or atmosphere, perhaps a meditation on something, or sheer emotional resonance. sure, on average lyrics may not be able to be as technically complex nor dense as poetry, but i feel the music itself should play a large part towards expressing and/or expanding the idea its lyrics touch upon, thereby giving them a more profound, impactful feeling, even if said lyrics are very naive or childish (do you realize by the flaming lips being a good example).

>>10353735

>failing

relax

joanna newsom

>>10354869
>He's one of the most trash entertainers of recent times.
C'mon now... One must only expose himself to American mainstream pop music for 5 seconds to realize how ludicrous this is.

>>10351618

Young Thug

Nick Drake

ITT people post their favourite artists without regard for the quality of their lyrics
Worse yet is no one is individually calling everyones taste shit

Stephen Malkmus
Dylan
Whoever writes the lyrics for Parquet Courts
Joni Mitchell
Me

>>10352369
>>10352369
are there any good albums of his apart from Vol.1?

please note I can't stand some of the instrumental sounds on his albums, the very worst being the strings about 30s into al ballo mascherato from storia di un impiegato. i mean listen to this, its obscene https://youtu.be/7eFFidxbS9s?t=28

>>10354869
He's as bad as your average rap artist but far more pretentious, so I rank him lower.

>>10356714
was meant for
>>10355941

>>10351618
Townes van Zandt
Johnny Cash
Tom Waits
Lonesome Wyatt
Leonard Cohen
Nick Cave

>>10351618
Maynard.

>Tool - Hooker With A Penis

I met a boy wearing vans, 501s, and a
Dope beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was ogt,
From '92,
The first ep

And in between
Sips of coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man

Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man

And if I'm the man

Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you
Dumb fuck
I sold out long before you ever heard my name

I sold my soul to make a record
Dip shit
And you bought one

So I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man

If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you
Dumb fuck
I sold out long before you ever heard my name

I sold my soul to make a record
Dip shit
And you bought one

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on tv
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar

So, shut up and

Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy

A change of speed, a change of style
A change of scene, with no regrets
A chance to watch, admire the distance
Still occupied, though you forget

Different colors, different shades
Over each mistakes were made
I took the blame

Directionless so plain to see
A loaded gun won't set you free
So you say

We'll share a drink and step outside
An angry voice and one who cried
'We'll give you everything and more
The strain is too much, can't take much more

Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire
Can't seem to feel it anymore
It was me, waiting for me
Hoping for something more
Me, seeing me this time
Hoping for something else

>>10351618
Not him.

Through these city nightmares you'd walk with me
And we'd talk of it with idealistic assurance
That it wouldn't tear us apart
We'd keep our heads above the blackened water
But there's no room for ideals in this mechanical place
And you're gone now

Through a grimy window that I can't keep clean
Through billowing smoke that's swallowed the sun
You're nowhere to be seen

Do you think our desires still burn
I guess it was desires that tore us apart
There has to be passion
A passion for living, surviving
And that means detachment
Everybody has a weapon to fight you with
To beat you with when you are down
There were too many defences between us

Doubting all the time
Fearing all the time
Doubting all the time
Fearing all the time
That like these urban nightmares
We'd blacken each other skies

When we passed the subways we tried to ignore our fate there
Of written threats on endless walls
Unjustified crimes carried in stifled calls
Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain
It used to mingle with our tears then dry the hopes that we left behind
It rains even harder now

Anyway, lyrics are relatively unimportant - window dressing for the music or the singer / MC's performance. When song writers hang out they talk about the music and technical side of composition, not the lyrics.

>>10351618
mf doom, unironically

Robert smith of the cure
Check out the third album faith beautiful stuff written in there

>>10352272
I have a lot of trouble understanding Deathspell Omega's lyrics. What I do understand helps me immensely in my life but a lot of it goes over my head and that bothers me.

>>10354869
>this whole post
Surely you bait

Gord Downie

>>10356338
Most of the posts are good, but fuck death cab, death grips and Elliot smeme

>>10357018
He brings up salient points. Others would be stockholm recognizing a straight white man due to political pressure but still wanting to seem hip and edgy

>>10357099
>The "music" is impossible to listen to
Not a criticism.

>the "profound lyrics" are just a version of "I'm 13 and able to see through the bullshit of the world.
The best literature makes you see through the bullshit of the world.

>can't sing
His voice is an acquired taste.

>Others would be stockholm recognizing a straight white man due to political pressure but still wanting to seem hip and edgy
The Nobel Prize changes nothing. His literary merits were lauded far longer before 2016.

>>10351657
Go back, friend

I think Phil Elverum from The Microphones and Mount Eerie stands up pretty well against a lot of poetry in regard to his sense of composition both lyrically and musically. Some of the albums that he's put out feel more thoughtfully constructed and attentively crafted than a lot of books that I've read while still holding up thematically and lyrically.

>>10351618
I unironically think professional pop song writers (writers, not the 'artists') come closest.

Look at the 'grunge poets' or indie darlings who are frequently cited as great lyricists. Embarrassingly awful.

josh tillman is the only good one

Mark Kozelek

Kate Bush

>>10351657
only one worth mentioning in this thread.

If we're talking contemporary poets:
Joanna Newsom
Fiona Apple
Jeff Mangum
Phil Elverum

none of them can touch the actual good ones though, although jeff is the closest.

Serj Tankian both His solo Work and System of a down Songs are genius imo

Lalalalalalalala lie lie lie
Lalalalalalalala lie lie lie
Lalalalalalalala lie lie lie
Lalalalalalalala lie lie lie

My baby, my baby,
let me know
because you love me, you love me
Let me go
And you're my lover, you pay me
Twice my size
And on your knees you lay
In my thighs

Take my hand and lets end it all
She broke her little bones
On the boulders below
Take my hand and lets end it all

My baby, my baby
Let me go
And if you love me, you love me
Let me go
Cause I'm your brother, your brother
Have some pride
And now you love me, you love me
Then die tonight

Take my hand and lets end it all,

She broke her little bones
On the boulders below
Take my hand and lets end it all
Broke her little bones
On the boulders below
And while she fell I delightfully said

Lalalalalalalala lie lie lie
Lalalalalalalala lie lie lie
Lalalalalalalala lie lie lie
Lalalalalalalala lie lie lie

She took my hand and I let her go
She broke her little bones
On the boulders below
Took my hand and she ended it all
Broke her little bones on the boulders below
And while she fell, I smiled.

Lalalalalalalala lie lie lie
Lalalalalalalala lie lie lie
Lalalalalalalala lie lie lie
Lalalalalalalala lie lie lie

Mark hollis westward bound

Opaline through her hair
Born on an April tide
Glowing in the wonder of our first child
There my promise is

A spur
A rein

The world upon my back
The pressure upon this earth
Drought's heir
Sown my money
Sold my shirt
Sown my money

Migrate
Job on the threshing line
Mute I walk

Idle ground, westward bound

Conor Oberst

>>10356472
>obscene
It's just very traditional, like the sound of popular old ballads. But I see your point.

If you want albums with a good instrumental music listen to Creuza de Ma and Tutti Morimmo a Stento (my favorite album... I might have listened to it a thousand times).

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pDOaV_raHC0
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3HDYSxX7DvM

Van Dyke Parks
Tommy Hall
Steve Kalinich

Stan Rogers.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0d4cTIPdOo

Michael Gira

only one choice

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQepXuWxvog

If I only could deceive you
Forgetting the game
Every time I try to leave you
You laugh just the same

'Cause my wheels never touch the road
And the jumble of lies we told
Just returns to my back to weigh me down...

We lay cards upon the table
The backs of our hands
And I swear I like your people
The boys in the band

Reminiscences gone astray
Coming back to enjoy the fray
In a tangle of night and daylight sounds...

All completeness in the morning
Asleep on your side
I'll be waking up the crewmen
Banana-boat ride

She responds like a limousine
Brought alive on the silent screen
To the shuddering breath of yesterday...

There's the succour of the needy
Incredible scenes
I'll believe you in the future
Your life and death dreams

As the cavalry of despair
Takes a stand in the lady's hair
For the favour of making sweet sixteen...

You make my life and times
A book of bluesy Saturdays
And I have to chose...

I've always enjoyed Deathspell Omega's lyrics even though I'm sure I don't understand them. They're usually conceptual and inversely religious. The perfect complement to their equally abstruse music.

"God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us.

A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails. No, it is not a fall into the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and slavery;

the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and ether; an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet it is a world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the wind of death that sustains the life in me. Yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent anguish;

I dared to borrow those words, to articulate them and to savour their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter.

The limit is crossed with a weary horror: hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants to the necessity of the world."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUGmv4mvZt0

Pere You
Perfected urban neurosis

I knoIan Curtis

>>10351657
I don't like to break meme character, but Magnum is definitely better than most poets I've read and ITAOTS is a fucking masterpiece

Chris Cohen

>>10351626
This is the only correct answer.

>>10351634
HAHAHA! Brainlet.

god there is some fucking shit taste in this thread

>>10354389
aye
i saw him i swear, i saw him, he's on the fifth floor of the _______ lift shaft

Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left
With some pretty, bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest
But oh comely, it isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess
In your memory, you're drunk on your awe to me
It doesn't mean anything at all

>>10351618
I'd say a lot of Hymns rival poetry in terms of literary content

>>10351657
No one in music even comes close to him.

The musical version of "And did those feet in ancient times"

>>10362770
The music version fucking blows. Doesnt even sound good

my favorite lyricists are

bob dylan
jeff mangum
tim kinsella
tom waits
avey tare
jordaan mason
dan barrett
jamie stewart
beck
D. Boon
Mike Watt

>>10362859
would hang out with

>>10362861
thanks anon

>>10351634
>Lou Reed
SUCKIN ON MUH DING DONG

Among the artists I listen to I'd say my girl Joanna here, especially her most recent albums. The lyrics are also oftentimes charged with historical, mythological or metaphisical allusions that lends them to various interpretations.


https://youtu.be/h6N7dNwKCww?t=28m25s

The diver is my love
(and I am his, if I am not deceived),
who takes one breath above, for every hour below the sea;
who gave to me a jewel
worth twice this woman's life (but would cost her less
than laying at low tide,
to see her true love phosphoresce).

And in an infinite regress:
Tell me, why is the pain of birth
lighter borne than the pain of death?
I ain't saying that I loved you first,
but I loved you best.

I know we must abide
each by the rules that bind us here:
the divers, and the sailors, and the women on the pier.
But how do you choose your form?
How do you choose your name? How do you choose your life?
How do you choose the time you must exhale,
and kick, and rise?

And in an infinite capsize:
Like a bull tearing down the coast,
double hulls bearing double masts—
I don't know if you loved me most, but you loved me last.

Recall the word you gave:
to count your way across the depths of this arid world,
where you would yoke the waves,
and lay a bed of shining pearls!
I dream it every night:
the ringing of the pail,
the motes of sand dislodged,
the shucking, quick and bright;
the twinned and cast-off shells reveal a single heart of white.

And in an infinite backslide:
Ancient border, sink past the West,
like a sword at the bearer's fall.
I can't claim that I knew you best,
but did you know me at all?

A woman is alive!
A woman is alive;
you do not take her for a sign in nacre on a stone,
alone, unfaceted and fine.
And never will I wed.
I'll hunt the pearl of death to the bottom of my life,
and ever hold my breath,
till I may be the diver's wife.

See how the infinite divides:
and the divers are not to blame
for the rift, spanning distant shores.
You don't know my name,
but I know yours.

>>10353055
>depeche mode
>poetry
my man I like depeche mode but c'mon they pretty much just do sex music

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

There's a club if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home and you cry
And you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen "now"
Well when exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

>>10354558
Neat stuff, I'll give that a listen. I think I know what you mean when you describe that desolate feeling, which feels kind of "soul draining", like your emotions are being distorted and stretched thin. I felt it with the first Modest Mouse album, which is considerably lighter in tone, but the drugged-out, heavy atmosphere bore down like a weight. You mention having little variation as a bad trait, but it certainly does help attain this feeling.

Did they ever learn any new info about the man since he started playing live?

>>10363833
/r9k/'s the theme song

Moz


Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalize
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darkness lifts and the room is bright
I'll still be by your side
For you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wondrous eyes
My life down I shall lie
Should restless spirits try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name
I just looked into his wondrous eyes
And said : "never never never again"
And all too soon I did return
Just like a moth to a flame
So rattle my bones all over the stones
I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin
Fit me like a glove
I'm here and here I'll stay
Together we lie, together we pray
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Mine
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you're only three, sonny boy
You're - you're mine
And your mother she just never knew
Oh, your mother...
As long...as long...as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
As long...as long...as long as...as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
Oh...

>>10359020
A Piece of the Sky has some of fav lyrics out of any music ever made.

>>10351618
Jim Morrison

>>10351679
Is TMR the Finnegans Wake of rock music?

>>10364279
yes

>>10364261
/thread

>>10357586
I was unironically singing this song a bunch today, serj/soda is great. If you guys want great lyrics that are in the same vain, check out Fair To Midland. Very nonsensical but paint s very beautiful and surreal picture in your head. One of my fav bands ever.

>>10351618
I'm surprised no one mentioned
V A N I L L A I C E yet.

>>10365094
beat me to it

All faces come and go
Fade into the great unknown
And all the ones who know our names
They too shall have their day

Like water in the mountain creek
We never fail to find the sea

Cold coming all green things lay down brown,
And love drips from our eyes and into the ground.

All seasons come and go
Fade into the great unknown
And all lovers come to know
A warm summer buried 'neath the snow

Cold coming all green things lay down brown
And love drips from our eyes and into the ground

>>10365026

Yo listen up, here's the story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue
Like him, inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window
And a blue Corvette
And everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
'Cause he ain't got nobody to listen
I'm blue da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
I'm blue da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
I have a blue house with a blue window
Blue is the color of all that I wear
Blue are the streets and all the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue
Blue are the people here that walk around
Blue like my Corvette, it's in and outside
Blue are the words I say and what I think
Blue are the feelings that live inside me
I'm blue da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
I'm blue da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
I have a blue house with a blue window
Blue is the color of all that I wear
Blue are the streets and all the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue
Blue are the people here that walk around
Blue like my Corvette, it's in and outside
Blue are the words I say and what I think
Blue are the feelings that live inside me
I'm blue da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
I'm blue da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa

Jeffrey Jey / Gabry Ponte / Maurizio Lobina

We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)
(Ooh) Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)

We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry

Mike Stock, Matt Aitken, Peter Waterman

What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me
No more
What is love?
Yeah
I don't know why you're not fair
I give you my love, but you don't care
So what is right and what is wrong?
Gimme a sign
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
Oh, I don't know, what can I do?
What else can I say, it's up to you
I know we're one, just me and you
I can't go on
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
What is love?
What is love?
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
Don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
I want no other, no other lover
This is our life, our time
We are together I need you forever
Is it love?
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
Yeah, yeah, (woah-woah-woah, oh, oh)
(Woah-woah-woah, oh, oh)
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
What is love?

George Morton / Tony Michaels

>>10365094
>>10365113
came here to post this:

Yo, VIP, let's kick it!
Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye
The kid don't play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the fingers are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin' on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm tryin' to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

>>10365094
>>10365113
>>10366477
Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Yo man, let's get out of here
Word to your mother
Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold

>>10366483
>Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet

>>10357441
too bad he's such a raging faggot

>>10359202
dat kathleen tho