/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.2604399]

I just did a report on how Ben Gibbard is a modern Shakespeare. What do you think? I feel like his lyrics speak to people in a more meaningful way than any poet today even though he doesn't technically write poems he writes song lyrics.

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay

Seriously beautiful.

[Anonymous No.2604402]

[Anonymous No.2604404]

[Anonymous No.2604406]

Nearly got me, 4/10.

[Anonymous No.2604407]

Um, ok. If you guys don't have anything to add then just don't say anything.

Oh that's right. You can't come up with any arguments.

Now for those that want to dissect his lyrics/poetry, check these out:

I'll be the grapes fermented
Bottled and served with the table set
In my finest suit, like a perfect gentleman

I'll be the fire escape
That's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings
That save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink

I'll be the phonograph
That plays your favorite albums back
As you're lying there, drifting off to sleep

I'll be the platform shoes
And undo what heredity's done to you
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes

I'll be your winter coat
Buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch cold

[Anonymous No.2604409]

I love that hipster insincerity. "I am thinking", "I have to speculate". Can't actually have conviction, can you Mr. Gibbard? That's far too uncool. Better to present your Christianity in the language of muddy uncertainty, the kids will eat that up.

[Anonymous No.2604411]

>>2604409

watchout guys we gotta badass over here!!

[Anonymous No.2605823]

more sublime melodies and poetries for you folks

this is from a song titled "I will follow you into the dark"


Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

[Anonymous No.2605826]

>>2604399

Bad troll, but honestly, I dig Death Cab. Great musicians.

[Anonymous No.2605843]

Well it's okay, but it just doesn't compare to the work of the great poet Mangum:

Semen stains the mountaintops

I LOOOOVE YOOOOU JESUSSSS CHRIIIIST

And it's so sad to see / the world agree / that they'd rather see your faces filled with flies / when I want to see white roses in your eeeeeeeeeeeyes

[Anonymous No.2606387]

If you guys want to know the true torment one feels when going through a break up check out "nothing better" by postal service:

Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs
And repair this broken heart
That you're deserting for better company?
I can't accept that it's over
I will block the door
Like a goalie tending the net
In the third quarter of a tied-game of rivalry

[Anonymous No.2606422]

this is a pretty good troll.

honestly i never realized what a shitty, puerile lyricist that asshole is. fuckin' grow up dude.

[Anonymous No.2606424]

>>2606387
>Like a goalie tending the net
>In the third quarter of a tied-game of rivalry

someone chop this man's hands off so he can never write again.

[Anonymous No.2606429]

>>2606424

>implying lyrics are meant to be read

Die, plebs

[Anonymous No.2606431]

As far as indie rock bands go it's pretty good, although I say he's beaten by Doug from Built to Spill and, obviously, Isaac from Modest Mouse.

but srs troll hrder

[Anonymous No.2606434]

>>2606429

well he has to write them down at some point. he doesn't just sing them into permanence.

[Anonymous No.2606436]

>>2606434
How do you know?

[Anonymous No.2606440]

>>2606434

Yes, sure, but their quality is measured, imo, by how well they mesh with the cadence of the song, not how they read on paper

i'm not justifying anything btw, just sayin

[Anonymous No.2606442]

>>2606440

i know. but the joke in this thread is in making fun of how awful and childish they read when divorced from that context.

[Anonymous No.2606444]

The best lyrics are in Don't Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee.

The fun thing about that record is that it's a love duet sung by a gay man and a lesbian.

[Anonymous No.2606445]

>>2606442

sure, sure. fair enough.
i like death cab, not their lyrics.

[Anonymous No.2606450]

>>2605823

Used to know a girl who loved that song.

;___;

[Anonymous No.2606456]

I know OP's trolling but he's got a point....lyrics from bands like these do tend to speak to the people more so than poetry in our time

[Anonymous No.2606457]

>>2606444
Is it? It's more like a parody of a love duet surely.

[Anonymous No.2606460]

Seriously OP? The Postal Service is one of those bands you namedrop to get alt chick ass in high school.

[Anonymous No.2606471]

>>2606457

Not in 1976, when neither of them were out. I mean, I say neither, Dee still isn't officially.

[Anonymous No.2606477]

>>2606460
AND IT FUCKING WORKED

[Anonymous No.2606484]

>>2606477

Yes it did.

[Mikey No.2606518]

IF YOU LIKE TO GAMBLE
I'LL TELL YOU HOW TO WIN
YOU WIN SOME
AND LOSE SOME
AND DO THE SAME TO ME

NA NA NA NA
NA NA NA NA
NA NA NA NA

PLAYING WITH THE HIGH ROAD
DANCING WITH THE DEVIL
GOING WITH THE FLOW
IT'S ALL THE SAME TO ME

[Anonymous No.2606547]

And we're ready, just remember to be smooth you gotta be faster tho
We gotta go through it faster

Why?
Because we dont have that much space

I'm feeling it

Then we gotta brake it up
The name is Vamiro, go

The name is Vampiro, go Vampiro child of the rancid rechid darkness
Vampiro I truley am a juggalotus manik killa
Super unkown hero
Vampiro
Yea a true hatchet ryda long rain the lotus killers
Then again it's my privlage to power bomb your fucking ass
On a bed of butcher knives motherfucker

Mothafucko

Open up the Pandora's Box bitchboy

And I am 1 of 6 killas, the Jamie Monoxide (Jamie Madrox) oh fuck ok that's that dude from Twiztid
Shaggy (Monoxide) Blaze whut the fucker ever Monoxide (Blaze) Blaze
And of course Violent J
With blood trails drain through the streets of detroit
[| From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/i/insane-clown-posse-lyrics/when-vampiro-gets-high-lyrics.html |]
Like faygo off a juggalos dick motherfucker
(A juggalos body) Oh
The result of 6 sireal mudering maniac killers killing mudering stabbing
(Chopping hacking cutting shooting)
Cnd maybe lighting your fucking dick on fire bitch
(Whoo!)
All hial the lotus pod from hence we came
And when our job is complete we will return to
(In your ribs, in your ribs) in my nuts (no in your ribs) aight
(The lotus pod)
The lotus pod (The lotus pod) the lotus pod fucker, the next level,
6 maniac killas
The lotus pod (the lotus pod) the lotus pod
(Look at me not the mic, i meen the micraphone not me, dont look at me look at the
Micraphone)
I'm lookin at the micraphone man, (the lotus pod) the lotus pod (the lotus pod)
My big dick (your big dick) my big... dick!
(Alright thats a rap)

[Anonymous No.2606570]

[Anonymous No.2606650]

But he didn't like even write that song...

[Anonymous No.2606674]

>>2606650

who's he and what song?

[Anonymous No.2607613]

A glimpse into true love and the human condition:

I was running late for work
So I didn't change my shirt
The evening's drinks left a lingering taste in my mouth
And when I left
You were fast asleep
Tangled in the sheets
And on the bus I could have sworn it was all a dream
And it didn't happen to me

And then I felt the scrapes
From the slippery subway grate.
Oh how you laughed
At my complete lack of grace.
But I could not recall
A more perfect fall
Cause when I looked up into your eyes
It didn't hurt at all.

And I thought, be still my heart
This could be a brand new start, with you.
And it will be clear
If I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning.

[Anonymous No.2607676]

At the very least
You could read his recommended lit
if your going to tell us we should also include songs as literature (which most start out to be lyrics) The thing i find about people that only care about music, is just that. They beat is too distracting to hear the silence of your own thoughts as you flip the page. There is none of this in music. Sure music can be personal journey, and to each their own. But that i'm saying is, most people that get encased with music, only go that far, it's rather sad.

Gibbard got alot of inspirations from
Jack Kerouac "On The Road", Please read this, and report back to /lit/ how you liked it. I think he is vegan, which would account likely for the weight hes lost? If your too lazy. grab an audiobook or read it on sparknotes, with quick summaries, which i often do about books i have little time to read.

I don't follow death cab for cutie or postal service really close, he does make noteworthy music however it shouldn't be your only source of lit. I think he made a video with Styrofoam quoting insinuating on the road references
http://youtu.be/E6H0tRlRb0M

"Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk--eal straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious."-On the road

[Anonymous No.2608020]

>>2607676

> If your too lazy.

[Anonymous No.2608032]

To be quite honest, I think that Conor Oberst has flashes of poetic genius.

Firewall

I do my best to sleep through the caterwaul
The classicist, the posturing avant-garde
I bought a grey macaw, named him Jules Verne
He'll probably outlive me - he's a bright bird
Keeps me company, I teach him new words

I saw a hologram at the theme park
She looked as real as me through the white fog
Then she melted down to her ankles
Turned into a million-watt candle
If I knew where she went, I would follow

Walking through the land of tomorrow
Martian trinkets, plastic Apollos
In the sunshine, try to act normal
My veins are full of flat cherry cola
Slept on the bench by the rollercoaster

Dreamt I was riding on a motorbike
Lion of Judah, painted on the side

I'm doing fine, I'm back in the Palisades
Life's a wash, a pastoral school play
China shops and cold ivory towers
I and I, make toasts to the Caesars
Forcing down the dregs of Decembers

Madeline, she spins in a slow bang
All through the house, the strong smell of burnt sage
Let's make it clean and run out the spirits
I know a diving bell when I hear it
We're going down now under the surface

Light to dark can shift in an instant
Feeling close but keeping my distance
On all fours she's just so insistent
Fills my mind with jump ropes and slit wrists
Bust through the Firewall into Heaven

And then I'm standing in that blinding light
Crooked crosses falling from the sky

Seen, yeah, seen by I and I