/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.5789015]

Are there any song lyrics that could pass as good poetry?

[Anonymous No.5789024]

>>5789015
>Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen.

[Anonymous No.5789027]

Try looking at underground hip-hop

[Anonymous No.5789039]

The best rock artists were essentially modern poets that finally had an audience. A lot of rhythm and repetition in the music with some pretty interesting lyrics a lot of the time. Key figures: Dylan, Beefheart, Jim Morrison, Lou Reed.

[Anonymous No.5789042]

I press on the elastic sheet, I'm breathing through a slice
'Are they worms or are the serpents?' bubbles through the ice
The source was quite invisible, the ever-present voice
While skating, both legs tracing different shapes, I made my choice

I'm mimicking the image in whose radiance I bask
I'm tied to him, or him to me, depending who you ask
None the less reluctantly reflections tumble in
I slide with all the other on the wrong side of the skin

He's fallen on the ice, it cracks
Will he plunge in and join me here?
He meets my eyes, to my surprise
He laughs in full light of my frown
My double wants to pull me down

Slipping on the friction slide, my skin peels to the bone
The flesh I leave behind, is something that is not my own
I beg my mirror image for a moment with my soul
He's leaning back, time to attack, it's me who's in control

And every move I make he's got a hand up just in time
He's throwing several punches, and he's blocking most of mine
Defeated now I sulk and squirm above the frozen heights
Waiting, calculating till he ventures onto the ice.


Deleted prior post because I left off the last part accidentally.

[Anonymous No.5789048]

>>5789027
Shut the fuck up. I'm tired of people saying this. Aesop rock, slug, atmosphere; these people aren't poets. I'm too tired and sick to explain in depth why your assertion is a load of shit but it has to do with the fact rhyming words that "mainstream" rappers would never dream to do doesn't constitue as poetry.
>hahaha hey he just rhymed the word pontificate with magistrate! He must be a poet!
No, there's more to poetry than rhyming fancy words. Eat feces.

[Anonymous No.5789053]

Undecided, undefined
Undisturbed yet undermined
Relocated not retired
Reprimanded and rewind
Mystified and misshapen
Misinformed but not mistaken
Reinvented, redefined
Rearranged but not refined
Unrelenting, understroked
Undeterred yet unprovoked
Reinvented, redefined
Rearranged but not refined
Mystified and misshapen
Misinformed but not mistaken
Undecided, undefined.

[Anonymous No.5789055]

>>5789048
>No, there's more to poetry than rhyming fancy words. Eat feces.
I don't think that rap artists are poets either, but what makes someone a poet?

[Anonymous No.5789059]

>>5789048
Calm down.

[Anonymous No.5789062]

>>5789015
I don't believe in an interventionist god
But I know, darling, that you do
If I did, I would kneel down and ask him
not to intervene when it came to you

Not to touch a hair on your head, leave you as you are
If he felt he had to direct you, then direct you into my arms


that video... http://youtu.be/LnHoqHscTKE
can't watch it without being overwhelmed with feels

[Anonymous No.5789070]

>>5789055
>I don't think that rap artists are poets either
>But I don't know what makes a poet
uh

[Anonymous No.5789071]

No. People go to music when they're too dumb or untalented to succeed in standard writing.

[Anonymous No.5789073]

>>5789015
Riverman by Nick Drake is bretty good.

Pos's verse on Tha Bizness always gets to me. but there's tons of double entendre's in it, and rap generally, that will be invisible unless you're an aficionado.

[Anonymous No.5789081]

As much as I enjoy laughing at the lyrics people post in these threads thinking they're poetry, do we really need to have this thread every day?

[Anonymous No.5789094]

You can have it all,
My empire of dirt.


if that's not poetry then poetry can go stick it's head up its own butt

[Anonymous No.5789102]

>>5789015
leonard cohenYou got me singing
Even tho’ the news is bad
You got me singing
The only song I ever had

You got me singing
Ever since the river died
You got me thinking
Of the places we could hide

You got me singing
Even though the world is gone
You got me thinking
I’d like to carry on

You got me singing
Even tho’ it all looks grim
You got me singing
The Hallelujah hymn

You got me singing
Like a prisoner in a jail
You got me singing
Like my pardon’s in the mail

You got me wishing
Our little love would last
You got me thinking
Like those people of the past

[Anonymous No.5789105]

>>5789094
>poetry is anything that's metaphorical or isn't explicit at face value
This is what modern poetry has become.

>>5789055
>what makes someone a poet?
Writing poetry.

[Anonymous No.5789106]

>>5789062
Cave is excellent but that is one abysmal lyric. You're letting the feels cloud your judgment.

[Anonymous No.5789115]

>>5789081
you deserve all the threads like this that came up until now and all the ones that will come in the future

[Anonymous No.5789116]

>>5789105
>inferring entirely the wrong thing

this is what /lit/ has become

[Anonymous No.5789117]

While you was blowin' X amount of dollars on a bracelet
The sovereign nation of France was openin' they files on the UFO phenomenon; i.e. spaceships
It's just the facts, Jack may as well face it
Every rhyme I write the seal get cracked in the chapter of Revelations
A atom get cracked in the blackness of meditation
Mysterious shit
Call me Jay Dogon, I'm on some serious shit
Scholars wonder why don't he bust
Allah blessed me with a Midas-y touch
Everything I lay to hands turn to Ethiopian gold: shiny and buffed
I got a firm understandin' on the minus and plus
So I ain't got time to argue with a rapper 'bout how he ain't got rhymes
That's fuckin' with mine's
I'm trying to kill Lucifer, so if I have to brake
Cause a rapper in my face tellin' me that he the great
You can bet a shiny nickel I'll blast his motherfuckin' ass way past Jupiter
You couldn't be stupider
Fuckin' with the nuclear
Mayan, Aztec lion
Asiatic Blackman from Zion
Quetzalcoatl supreme, lettin' off steam
Dimethyltriptamine make a man dream
But y'all would much rather hear me rappin' 'bout trash
The size of Erykah's ass, blunts and cash
We need savin'
Minds are consumed with swine we need bathin'

[Anonymous No.5789120]

>>5789039
no

comparing dylan, beefheart, morrison (especially morrison), and lou reed on the page to ashbery, merrill, hill, heaney, etc. is embarassing

[Anonymous No.5789129]

>>5789116
He's not wrong though. Please, explain to us how those lines constitute as poetry if not for the metaphorical context.

[Anonymous No.5789130]

you can set a poem to music and it will have good lyrics

but rock lyrics are usually not good. maybe a song will have 2 worthwhile lines or something but they generally only work when sung

[Anonymous No.5789189]

There's a particular line from the Tom Waits song 'Invitation to the Blues' which goes:

>She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
>You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble

Every time I hear it, it gives me goosebumps.

Here's the song for those who've never heard it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CELo-AmUKiU

[Anonymous No.5789206]

>>5789189
thats a good line with tom waits sings it but not when read

[Anonymous No.5789241]

>>5789206
Probably true, without Tom's voice backing it up it loses some of its splender

[Anonymous No.5789245]

van morrison is good
-
And I will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first
And I will drink the clear
Clean water for to quench my thirst
And I shall watch the ferry-boats
And they'll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow's sky
And I will never grow so old again
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
'Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite
And I don't know why'
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again.

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I will raise my hand up
Into the night time sky
And count the stars
That's shining in your eye
Just to dig it all an' not to wonder
That's just fine
And I'll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile....

[Anonymous No.5789454]

Daddy, please hear this song that I sing
In your heart there's a spark that just screams for a lover to bring
A child to your chest that could lay as you sleep
And love all you have left like your boy used to be long ago, wrapped in sheets warm and wet

Blister please with those wings in your spine
Love to be with a brother of mine, how he'd love to find
Your tongue in his teeth in a struggle to find
Secret songs that you keep wrapped in boxes so tight, sounding only at night as you sleep

And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying
As your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet
Rings of flowers 'round your eyes and I'll love you
For the rest of your life when you're ready

Brother, see we are one in the same
And you left with your head filled with flames and you watched as your brains
Fell out through your teeth, push the pieces in place, make your smile sweet to see
Don't you take this away, I'm still wanting my face on your cheek

And when we break, we'll wait for our miracle
God is a place where some holy spectacle lies
When we break, we'll wait for our miracle
God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life

Two-headed boy, she is all you could need
She will feed you tomatoes and radio wires
And retire to sheets safe and clean
But don't hate her when she gets up to leave

[Anonymous No.5789487]

>>5789015
The Child Ballads

[Anonymous No.5789548]

>>5789015
Yes - Close to the Edge opening

A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course you're running.

Yes - Tales from Topographic Oceans (The Revealing Science of God - Dance of the Dawn) opening

Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources,
Cahsed amid fusions of wonder, in moments hardly seen forgotten
Coloured in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge,
Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole.
Dawn of thought transfered through moments of days undersearching earth
Revealing corridors of time provoking memories, disjointed but with
purpose,
Craving penetrations offer links with the self instructor's sharp
and tender love as we took to the air, a picture of distance.
Dawn of our power we amuse redescending as fast as misused
Expression, as only to teach love as to reveal passion chasing
Late into corners, and we danced from the ocean.
Dawn of love sent within us colours of awakening among the many
Won't to follow, only tunes of a different age, as the links span
Our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting.

[Anonymous No.5789574]

>>5789548
embarrassing. stupid and silly. laughable.

>prog fags think to this day that their pretentious art student garbage is high art

[Anonymous No.5789579]

>>5789015
Jim Morrison (>inb4 fury). If you haven't properly gotten into his stuff, don't reply.

Simon and Garfunkel.

[Anonymous No.5789584]

>>5789574
Yes, they are very spacy, especially the TFTO lyrics, but the dude just has such a damn good voice he makes them sound good.

[Anonymous No.5789586]

>>5789454
>tfw

[Anonymous No.5789588]

>>5789579
just because you predict that people will think you're stupid for thinking jim morrison wrote lyrics on the level of a good poet doesn't mean you aren't still stupid

[Anonymous No.5789616]

>>5789588
Have you read his poetry?
How much of the Doors' music have you listened to?

[Anonymous No.5789626]

>>5789616
i've listened to all the doors studio albums (the first and second i have listened to many many times for years and years) and never seriously read his poetry (but reading his written poetry is irrelevant to this thread)

all the lyrics are mediocre and only work when he sings them because he was an excellent singer

[Anonymous No.5789668]

>>5789626
It's true that his voice adds a lot to the lyrics, I can't disagree with that.

I know people will disagree with me, but there is a lot to his lyrics. I don't even think they are that great, however they appeal to me on a personal level.

I disagree that his written poetry is irrelevant to this discussion, because after I first read his written poetry, my understanding of his lyrics improved a lot. Likewise after I read Nietzsche and Freud.

[Anonymous No.5789793]

>>5789024
cheer up honey i hope you can. :) i love wilco

[Anonymous No.5789814]

The Doors are probably the shittiest major rock band in history except for AC/DC. LA Woman is one of the most terrible rock and roll songs to ever be forced on the populace.

[Anonymous No.5790341]

>>5789106
Why should we deny our feels, anon?

[Anonymous No.5790346]

>>5789814
:^)

[Anonymous No.5790355]

is pretty gay

he slept in my bed after i filled his body with
insects & panic & grandfather sewn seeds
i was useless inside him; trade organs for oceans
is there a vaccine for this?
to clean out all the unborn kids
(a whole graveyard here in this bed)
he broke me good where the landlord left scars
emptied all the bedrooms to reclaim the stretchmarks
we were to our throats in grass!
we tore down the treehouses!
and our brothers were kindling for the lovesongs that we couldn't sing
because we drowned all our songs in the bathtub
(you could hear them way up in the rafters)
and the preachers sleeping in the attic stole them all for scriptures
we sing nothing, now; our mothers ask us how
we pray with the lights out for songs to fill our mouths

[Anonymous No.5790394]

i whip my hair
back and
forth

-Willow Smith

[kitty !kitty/EnNg No.5790410]

song lyrics usually need music/voice to support its prosody so it usually doesn't really make a good poetry

[Anonymous No.5790433]

>>5789015
Most lyrics by the best white contemporary rappers, some post-rock bands too

[Anonymous No.5790436]

>>5789048
Im gonna use this as pasta if it isnt one already

[Anonymous No.5790440]

try site rapgenius, search for Drake - Tuscan leather

[Anonymous No.5790457]

Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings ’neath the falling leaves

Fortune calls
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer’s eve, near the tower

The cold-blooded moon
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid

They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn’t help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil

I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending ’neath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I’d given to you

The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angels’ voices whisper to the souls of previous times

She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She’s begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He’s pulling her down and she’s clutching on to his long golden locks

Gentlemen, he said
I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes
I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards

Peace will come
With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords

- Dylan

[Anonymous No.5790487]

>>5789120
How do you define poetry? I think some song lyrics are on the line where they could be either.

[Anonymous No.5790498]

>>5790487
All of those people are poets, it's just the musicians aren't quite in the same league as literary poets. "The Gift," for example, is amusing in its plot but it's not even slightly poetic. Same with "Heroin." And that's just for Lou Reed.

With that said, all of them are very talented in their own medium, with two being -- IMO -- absolute geniuses.

[Anonymous No.5790499]

>>5790487
i don't bother defining poetry as an honorific. i'll count any lyric you want to count as poetry as poetry. but i can't name any rock lyric i will count as good poetry when considered as poetry, that is to say, when considered on the page

[Anonymous No.5790513]

Eight miles deep the well forgotten by mortals
oh, i drank it empty in one single sip.

Eight miles wide the valley beyond all hope
oh, i filled the whole with one single fist.

Five million Christians on the road towards us
oh, i slaughtered the bunch with one single hit!
With my spear!

Five million women so alone in the night
oh, i had them all satisfied!
Profusely,
every night and by myself.

Ten thousand trolls hard as a rock, cold as ice
Oh, they ran when i rose to face them.

Ten hungry waves they swallowed my ship
oh, i steadily walked back home
and only got wet on my feet.

No single book were beholden by me
oh, there is no question i cannot answer.

Only one single lamps light could show me this way,
and that is,
the eye of Satan.

[Anonymous No.5790529]

>>5790498
>>5790499
I think any hierarchy in poetry is too subjective mean anything. To me, it is pointless to compare the love song of J Alfred Prufrock, to A Season in Hell, or Howl to And Death Shall have no Dominion. The poets lives can be analyzed together but the poetry itself either speaks to you or it doesn't. And there are some songs that are better than some poems (for me).

[Anonymous No.5790585]

>>5789102
>posting some of his shittest lyrics

[Anonymous No.5790592]

>>5789015
If you're italian I'll suggest De André, most of his best songs were written by actual poets

[Anonymous No.5790605]

>>5790440
I could go an hour on this beat nigga.

[Anonymous No.5791227]

Elliott Smith - Between the Bars

Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be
That you'll never see
The promises you'll only make

Drink up with me now
And forget all about
The pressure of days
Do what I say
And I'll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head

People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Drink up baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars

And on. An ode to his alcoholism in the guise of a love song. Nothing too pretentious, it's honest and just works.

[Anonymous No.5791257]

>>5790592
>Saw thread
>Wanted to rush in to post Fabrizio De André
>mwf already posted
>mfw no face

[Anonymous No.5791304]

>people think anything with an obscure meaning or anything metaphorical counts as poetry
Ayy
This thread amuses me and infuriates me

[Anonymous No.5791329]

"Street Spirit (Fade Out)"

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Immerse your soul in love
IMMERSE YOUR SOUL IN LOVE

[Anonymous No.5791330]

>>5790585
post lyrics that you like better
anyways i like that song

[Anonymous No.5791400]

Fucking This:


I see the winter, she's crawling up the lawn
I feel her breathing beneath my palms

She tears the trees down while curses roll from her tongue
Got eyes like anvils and storms for lungs

Hiding in our house, sunburn in his mouth,
Summer's in our basement now
Light beneath the door, light beneath the door,
Just enough to keep us warm
Don't you let it out, don't you let it out,
Just make sure he's always around

But we're all out of time, nothing left to decide
Pack your things up quick, this one can't be fixed
Leave the rest of it behind

We push through trees now, our house is covered in ice
Our breath falls from our mouths like tiny rainclouds

We tug on Summer, and he melts the snow at our feet
She's on our heels, there's never time to stop and sleep

I feel you breathing, I hear you curse my name
I hope that you'll forgive me one of these days

The sky is bleeding, the fog is thicker than walls
She's wrapped up in it, like cloth on a wrecking ball

Everything we stole, everything we broke,
Everything we bought is gone
A couple dumb mistakes, bigger than we thought,
Nothing left to do but run
If I could put it back, fill in all the cracks,
Nothing there I wouldn't change
But wishing never helps, wishing never helps,
Wishing never solved a thing

You were right
Yeah, you were right
You were right
Yeah, you were right

[Anonymous No.5792554]

>>5789015
Leonard Cohen. Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell. Troubadour types.

[Anonymous No.5792589]

The color of an afternoon just like when you were 5 years old
The moon over the ocean I've seen from a island evening
Progression that starts to lose it's meaning
If we have spent most of a lifetime dreaming
Then dreaming is the state we shall keep
Stories of our solitude will sing themselves to sleep
And we will sing to everything the stories of where we have been
The history that's coursing through our veins
No, nothing factual is written on a page

So surely and so steadily
A slowly moving cloud will whisper "I am but for hours born to last"
Your sogging soaking future is my foggy fading past
And so now if you want to wish upon me, wish upon me fast
Whatever can be held in your heart is surely yours to grasp
So you wish for a picture of all of the people you have had the pleasure to know
Or a postcard from all of the places that you ever wanted to go
Saying "you are here now on this magical night"
The sun and sky at sunset, well, it's such a stunning sight
You can sleep safely and soundly and you are loved

And nothing ever does begin like nothing ever ends
Ask every atom in your body and they'll surely tell you
"friend, I am old as time and older still"
And you are made of everything you love, you feel, or kill
I will outlive you, and forgive you, and be just a baby still

[Anonymous No.5792634]

>>5789015
The sigh of summer upon my return
Fifteen alike since I was here
Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail
Snuffing the first morning rays

Weary from what might have been ages
Still calm with my mind at peace
Would I prosper or fall, drain the past
The lapse of the moment took it's turn

I was foul and tainted, devoid of faith
Wearing my death-mask at birth
The hands of God, decrepit and thin
Cold caress and then nothing
I was taken away from my plight
A treason bestowed to the crowd
Branded a jonah with fevered blood
Ungodly freak, defiler

Pale touch, writhing in the embers
Damp mud burning in my eyes
All the faces turned away
And all would sneer at my demise

Outcast with dogmas forged below
Seared and beaten, banished from where I was born
No mercy would help me on my way
In the pouring rain nothing is the same

Vows in ashesI pledge myself to no-one
Seethed and spiteful
All shudder at the call of my name
If you'll bear with me
You'll fear of me

There is no forgiveness in these eyes
For any of you but one
Dispel the mist for now
Melinda is the reason why I've come

She is waterdrops over the pyre
A thistle in my hands
Stained and torn, aged and brown
Virtous shell with kindred innocense
I awoke from the miasma
Passing swiftly through the moor
This is here, waters stir
And in the distance all that was lost
If you'll bear with me
You'll fear of me
You'd never leave me to
A fate with you

[Anonymous No.5792645]

Leonard Cohen's one of the best. Had a song which was just a rewrite of a Garcia Lorca poem, and tbh it was an improvement
Van Morrison, Tom Waits, some Dylan, maybe Elvis Costello

sketchier choices: Springsteen, Regina Spektor, Stephin Meritt

[Anonymous No.5792709]

>>5792645

Oh my baby baby
I love you more than I can tell
I don't think I can live without you
And I know that I never will
Oh my baby baby
I want you so it scares me to death
I can't say anymore than "I love you"
Everything else is a waste of breath

I want you
You've had your fun, you don't get well no more
I want you
Your fingernails go dragging down the wall
Be careful darling you might fall
I want you
I woke up and one of us was crying
I want you
You said "Young man I do believe you're dying"
I want you
If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days
I want you
You can look in my eyes and you can count the ways
I want you
Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget
I want you
Since when were you so generous and inarticulate
I want you
It's the stupid details that my heart is breaking for
It's the way your shoulders shake and what they're shaking for
It's knowing that he knows you now after only guessing
I want you
It's the thought of him undressing you or you undressing
I want you
He tossed some tatty compliment your way
I want you
And you were fool enough to love it when he said
"I want you"
I want you
The truth can't hurt you, it's just like the dark
It scares you witless
But in time you see things clear and stark
I want you
Go on and hurt me, then we'll let it drop
I want you
I'm afraid I won't know where to stop
I want you
I'm not ashamed to say I cried for you
I want you
I want to know the things you did that we do too
I want you
I want to hear he pleases you more than I do
I want you
I might as well be useless for all it means to you
I want you
Did you call his name out as he held you down
I want you
Oh no my darling not with that clown
I want you
You've had your fun you don't get well no more
I want you
No-one who wants you could want you more
I want you
Every night when I go off to bed and when I wake up
I want you
I want you
I'm going to say it again 'til I instill it
I know I'm going to feel this way until you kill it
I want you
I want you

[Anonymous No.5792719]

>>5792645
Got any poets that remind you of Springsteen or Meritt? They're casual, evocative, and angsty. I want more of that

[Anonymous No.5792799]

>>5789015
Isn't that kind of the point of song lyrics in the first place
Unfortunately the greatest piece of music in the world M83 - Moonchild doesn't have any lyrics, and I can't think of any examples.

[Anonymous No.5792803]

May the leaves not touch your body when they fall
So that you don’t turn them to glass
May the rain cease to be a miracle flowing over your body
May the moon be able to rise without you
May the earth not kiss your steps

[Anonymous No.5792817]

I've been called out, cuckolded, castrated, but I survived
I am covered in urine and excrement but I'm alive
And there's a white flag in my pocket never to be unfurled
Though with their hands 'round my ankles, they bring me down for another swirl
And they tell me, "Take it easy buddy, it's not the end of the world"

[Anonymous No.5792839]

ELEGY

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

As my memory rests,
But never forgets what I lost,
Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends

[Anonymous No.5792872]

Your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
And then you realize that life is a bitch

[Anonymous No.5792876]

>>5792839

#soDeep

[Anonymous No.5792888]

MY LAST DUCHESS

My girl's got a big mouth
With which she blabbers a lot
She laughs at most everything
Whether it's funny or not
And if you see her
Tell her it's over now

I want a girl who will laugh for no one else
When I'm away she puts her makeup on the shelf
When I'm away she never leaves the house
I want a girl who laughs for no one else

[Anonymous No.5792917]

There's a frank ocean song "wise man"
The first few lines Go as follows
"Wiseman closed his mouth
Madman closed his fist
Young man shows his age
Judge man named it sin"
I liked it

[Anonymous No.5792928]

>>5789027

[Anonymous No.5792929]

This guy.

[Anonymous No.5792937]

>>5792917
Such a beautiful song. Ocean is a great song-writer

[Anonymous No.5792986]

>>5792937
I actually feel as though he isn't and that's his problem. good lyrics, great voice, great style, but he seems incapable of stringing together verses and choruses into a song. most of his tracks just feel kind of limpid to me in terms of structure and the monstrosity that is Pyramids shouldnt even be mentioned. I though 'We all try' was one of the few he really put together well

[Anonymous No.5793014]

>>5789062
>>5789106
Amazing song. He's a brilliant lyricist.

>>5789189
When I first had that song I found it devastating. Waits isn't so much as poetic as good with words, similies, metaphors. He's a great story teller though, lyrically.

These two are in my top three artists so have my utmost respect / fanboy- isms though.

[Anonymous No.5793040]

>As you hypothesize on how to monetize and take advantage of
>All the time we fall behind, get lost in this Aquarium
>America, the standard of vanity when the camera's up
>We become celebrities, distract from the hysteria
>Confessions that I have and the curiosity about life and death
>Most of us will never understand it, we just like the quest
>Read about the meanings of dreaming and all its messages
>Sedatives that take me to God, witness his fetishes
>We all in search for substance, that gives you pain and numbness
>Circumstances advancing the second chances, for this beloved
>I wish I could tell you that I didn't see this coming
>But I'm ready for it all to end, die before tomorrow's trend
>Your life, it all depends on dollars spent and knowledge gained
>Darkness on the brain, lost inside, forgotten days
>Life, it works in such mysterious ways
>All these years that I pray, hope you hear what I say


I'd say that could pass

[Anonymous No.5793045]

>>5793040

I posted this painting on /b/ or /pol/ a couple days ago. They were trying to say the Jews caused modern art to happen, so I gave them a German expressionist.

[Anonymous No.5793052]

>>5793045
Gotta love Kirchner. Guy was brilliant

Had a fucked up life, though

[Anonymous No.5793058]

>>5793045
>They were trying to say the Jews caused modern art to happen,
These people never fail to make me laugh

[Anonymous No.5793074]

>>5791304
It's how these threads always are.
I don't know if it's /mu/ invading or if /lit/ is just this clueless about poetry.

[Anonymous No.5793093]

>>5792986
For what it is worth, he used to be a "professional" song writer for people like Beyonce and Pharrell before he started making his own music. I do not completely disagree with you, some songs on Channel Orange feel like they are going nowhere. Pyramids is good though, what do you not like about it?


New Iceage has some interesting lyrics,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Bz9DfmOauM

[Anonymous No.5793098]

Where are you?
Are you hiding from me?
Are you still looking for things that no-one else can see?

Where are you?
Are you in some place that we cannot reach?
Are you bathing in moonlight or drowned on the beach?

Where are you?
Are you surrounded by things we cannot penetrate?
Is the cage you love the home you also hate?

Your fear of death attracts such strange objects
Smothering you, hiding you, don't let it spoil you
Show yourself so the others may see you
So the others may feed you
They want to be near you

If you can't get enough of your hypnotic injection
Then it's time to put an end to this invalid function
Poor little ghost boy
Let me be your human toy

Where are you?
No-one's seen you for years
Have your wounds grown wings? Are you feasting on fears?
I can see your dark corona is eating into you
You're surrounded by things we cannot penetrate
Is the cage you love the home you also hate?
Life lies with the scissors inside her
The surgeon was a butcher
All of us are wounded, anaesthetised in A&E
Numbed by stuff we should not see
Each of us lies bleeding
Our rivers intermingling
Poor little ghost boy
Let me be your human toy

I'll wrap my last kiss in a bandage

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4QGi-KDZ2M

[Anonymous No.5793104]

>>5789245
Yes.

[Anonymous No.5793106]

>>5791304
>Ivory Tower: The Post

[Anonymous No.5793109]

>>5789454
gets me every time.

[Anonymous No.5793114]

>>5789454
Jeff Mangum is actually a better poet than 90% of the shit i see coming out in modern collections

[Anonymous No.5793117]

Thread full of faggots

The only correct response

>I tried so hard,
> And got so far.
> But in the end,
> It doesn't even matter!
> I had to fall,
> To lose it all.
> But in the end,
> It doesn't even matter!

[Anonymous No.5793120]

>>5793093
I do like his stuff I just never feel like the dynamics make very much sense. Like the songs don't really 'resolve'. I like pretty much all the songs, Pyramids as well but they vaguely frustrate me at the same time. Could just be a personal thing I suppose, but I'm not put off by weird song structure by any means.

[Anonymous No.5793129]

Punctured bicycle
on a hillside desolate
will Nature make a man of me yet?

When in this charming car
this charming man

Why pamper life's complexities
when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?

I would go out tonight
but I haven't got a stitch to wear
this man said "It's gruesome
that someone so handsome should care"

A jumped-up pantry boy
who never knew his place
he said "return the rings"
he knows so much about these things
he knows so much about these things

I would go out tonight
but I haven't got a stitch to wear
this man said "It's gruesome
that someone so handsome should care"

This charming man
this charming man

A jumped-up pantry boy
who never knew his place
he said "return the ring"
he knows so much about these things
he knows so much about these things
he knows so much about these things

[Anonymous No.5793151]

>>5789120
nah dylan is you stupid fuck

[Anonymous No.5793210]

>>5789048
>Aesop rock, slug, atmosphere
Those aren't the only underground rappers, nor are they the best.

[Anonymous No.5793233]

my president is black
my lambos blue
and i be goddamned if my rims aint too

[Anonymous No.5793300]

Saul Williams?

http://youtu.beInner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender

[Anonymous No.5793308]

>>5793300
fucked up the link, its captchas fault

http://youtu.be/miMJr5HwJdo

[Anonymous No.5793331]

>>5793151
no, dylan is one of my all time favorite musicians but on the page he's nothing next to the names i mentioned. his voice is an enormous part of the appeal

[Anonymous No.5793334]

>>5792839
>>5792872
>>5792888
this shit got me googling

[Anonymous No.5793350]

>>5793210
I didn't say they were. They're the most commonly referred to when someone makes one of these retarded threads or a "is hop hop poetry?" thread

Should add Sage Francis and Cannibal Ox to the list too. And Immortal Technique for the absolute mongoloids.

Please, who is the "best" underground rapper that you think constitutes as poetry?

[Anonymous No.5793366]

>>5793350
Dälek too

[Anonymous No.5793367]

Just look at rappers obviously.

Wish I could see out Haile Selassie' eye
Maybe my sovereignty would still be mine
If all the gangs in the world unified
We'd stand a chance against the military tonight
I said we'd stand a chance against the military tonight
I said we'd stand a chance against the military tonight

[Anonymous No.5793379]

>>5793367
"DMT THIRD EYE RASTAFARIANISM NEW AGE INDIGO SMOKE WEED SMOKE WEED
LET ME PUT MY MOUTH WHERE YOU POTTY, BOO" - the rap game Bono

[Anonymous No.5793404]

>>5793379
>LET ME PUT MY MOUTH WHERE YOU POTTY, BOO" - the rap game Bono

Seriously the worst line of that year, goddamn I still cringe at it.

[Anonymous No.5793415]

>>5793404
I like how it's at the end of his verse, so you can just sit through the hook wondering what the fuck he was thinking
I think he was going for a "Kendrick on Fuckin' Problems" kind of thing - "if I can't be super serious, might as well go insanely ignorant, GUH I KNO U WAN DIS DIH" - but man, that line

[Anonymous No.5793503]

The sad thing is, you guys ignore quality stuff like the Saul Williams I posted earlier & then proceed to discuss garbage. You people suck so bad.

http://youtu.be/DbGk8xCxxoE

[Anonymous No.5793513]

>>5791257
>tfw un ridere rauco
>tfw ricordi tanti
>tfw e nemmeno un rimpianto

[Anonymous No.5793531]

>>5789015
anything by Victor Tsoi

[Anonymous No.5793572]

my neck hurts, ‘ cause i've been cutting moons
my hands hurt, ‘ cause i cut them from you
so someone snuck into your room
and it got back to me
now, i lie here in my room
and there is nothing i can do
but cut and think about you

The Organ - There is nothing I can do
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzN-oGa94as

[Anonymous No.5793924]

>>5793572
Great band. I don't think I've ever seen anyone else mention them on this site. Sad that they put out so little material.

[Anonymous No.5793982]

Weatherbox - Bathin' in the Fuss
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OKAokJtjYM

While you're bathing in the sun of God, I'm in the shade,
trying to keep that shit out of my eyes, 'cause I'm insane.
I'm the ghost who caved but just wouldn't die and I just don't care.
When the Second Coming finally comes, I'm going to stay
on the earth while you all become one, because it's great.
There's a million things I need to get done and I'm almost there.

So smash me with bottles, make sure they're Molotov
and sue me for thinking Weatherbox was worth a shot.
Set fire to my statues, Épater la Bourgeoisie.
So if you want a revolution, you know that's alright with me.

Now, we've made it to the end of days.
Are you impressed that we managed to limp out of the way
of all the death and the damage without even a scrape? Just a scratch, I swear...

Because I'm all through with the trying, oh yeah, you better believe.
I had to chew through through the branches to get to the top of the tree,
but I'm through with the lying: I've got no more room up my sleeve.
So if your venue ain't paying, well that's alright with me.
Because I know you need money and I know times are tough
and I know you assume signed bands are well-taken care of.
New York's not as far from your small town as you think.
So when the bosses stop paying we gotta ask, "What's the point of these things?"

I acted brave during the bomb scare, but I was really scared to death.
I watched you spring for the button and choked on my baited breath.
So you can call me "ship-jumper" but your vessel is already sunk
and two years is too long to breathe underwater...

Set fire to my statues, Épater la bourgeoisie,
because if you wanted a revolution, you know, that was alright with me
So spit on my casket, Épater la bourgeoisie,
because if you wanted a revolution, you know, that was alright with me
So snort up my ashes, Épater la bourgeoisie,
because if you wanted a revolution, you should have just come to me.

[Anonymous No.5794000]

>>5789015
I know it was probably already said but Joanna Newsom.

[Anonymous No.5794419]

>>5789015
Ask Joyce.

[Anonymous No.5794463]

>>5789015


When you pass through the fire, you pass through humble
You pass through a maze of self doubt
When you pass through humble, the lights can blind you
Some people never figure that out

You pass through arrogance, you pass through hurt
You pass through an ever present past
And it's best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light

Pass through the fire to the light
Pass through the fire to the light
It's best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light

As you pass through the fire, your right hand waving
There are things you have to throw out
That caustic dread inside your head
Will never help you out

You have to be very strong, 'cause you'll start from zero
Over and over again
And as the smoke clears there's an all consuming fire
Lyin' straight ahead

Lyin' straight ahead
Lyin' straight ahead
As the smoke clears there's an all consuming fire
Lyin' straight ahead

They say no one person can do it all
But you want to in your head
But you can't be Shakespeare and you can't be Joyce
So what is left instead

You're stuck with yourself and a rage that can hurt you
You have to start at the beginning again
And just this moment this wonderful fire
Started up again

When you pass through humble, when you pass through sickly
When you pass through I'm better than you all
When you pass through anger and self deprecation
And have the strength to acknowledge it all

When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic
That let you survive your own war
You find that that fire is passion
And there's a door up ahead not a wall

As you pass through fire as you pass through fire
Tryin' to remember it's name
When you pass through fire lickin' at your lips
You cannot remain the same

And if the building's burning move towards that door
But don't put the flames out
There's a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out

Some loss to even things out
Some loss to even things out
There's a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out

[Anonymous No.5794490]

I'm surprised no one's even mentioned Townes yet.

[Anonymous No.5794496]

>>5794490
I knew I was forgetting something when I posted that:

Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the way it goes

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he's growing old

A few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose

[Anonymous No.5795319]

I got a nasty in my taxi
You need a lift?
You can sit between the backseat and my dick

damn.......................................

[Anonymous No.5795336]

Catacombs,
Nursery bones,
Winter women,
Growing stones
Carrying babies,
To the river
Streets and shoes,
Avenues,
Leather riders
Selling news,
The monk bought lunch

[Anonymous No.5795344]

no amount of song listening will make you well read

[Anonymous No.5795582]

I stood at the shore and spoke to the ocean
I stood in the water and let my guts spill
I said "You and me, we're not so different,
I see my reflection in all that you do"

We both keep our secrets
We're both, oh so blue
My heart is full of darkness
I know that yours is too

I sat on the rooftop and screamed at the sky
I sat on the edge until I knew deep inside,
Like the sky, I will always be empty
The horizon, my love, forever just out of reach

[Anonymous No.5795641]

John Maus has talked about this: pop lyrics aren't poetry. Bob Dylan will never be Gerard Manley Hopkins.

[Anonymous No.5795766]

Sad paper courtesan
They knew him just a man

[Anonymous No.5795771]

>>5795641
Socrates talked about this. 'I look from the poet to the artist .... and I answer the god: I want to remain myself'

what I mean is that Dylan's highest-level songwriting is still GOAT writing.

[Anonymous No.5795799]

>>5789015
Anything by crowded house.
Neil Finn is an absolute genious with words.

[Anonymous No.5795813]

>>5794463
I want to be black
Have natural rhythm
Shoot twenty feet of jism, too
And fuck up Jews
I want to be black
I want to be a Panther

Have a girlfriend named Samantha
And have a stable of foxy whores
Oh I want to be black


I don't want to be a fucked up, middle class,
College student anymore
I just want to have a stable of foxy little whores
Yeah, yeah I want to be black

I want to be black
I want to be like Martin Luther King
And get myself shot in spring
And lead a whole generation too
And fuck up the Jews

I want to be black, I want to be like Malcolm X
And cast a hex over President Kennedy's tomb
And have a big prick, too

[Anonymous No.5795986]

>>5793106
>/mu/: The Videogame

[Anonymous No.5796048]

>>5789015
My name is skrillex

[Anonymous No.5796066]

I always think when I'm listening to The National 'holy shit, this could be poetry', but when I actually see it put down in text it seems kind of corny. Which I guess is part of the deal with lyrics as opposed to poetry, it's down to how they interact with the music to give them power, and it pays to be a bit simpler. Still, I think he has a great turn of phrase:

>Ada, don't talk about reasons
>Why you don't want to talk about reasons
>Why you don't wanna talk
>Now that you got everybody you consider sharp
>All alone, all together, all together in the dark

>Leave it all up in the air
>Leave it all up in the air
>Leave it all up in the air

>Ada, put the sounds of your house in a song
>Try to be speechless for a minute
>If you think you're gonna faint, go out in the hallway
>Let them all have your neck

>Ada, don't stay in the lake too long
>It lives alone and it barely knows you
>It'll have a nervous breakdown and fall
>Into a thousand pieces around you

>Stand inside an empty Tuxedo
>With grapes in my mouth, waiting for Ada
>Ada, hold onto yourself by the sleeves
>I think everything counts a little more than we think

>Leave it all up in the air
>Leave it all up in the air
>Leave it all up in the air

>Ada, Ada, Ada
>Ada, I can hear the sound of your laugh through the wall
>Ada, Ada, Ada
>Ada, I've been hoping you know your way around

[Anonymous No.5797300]

>>5789015
Everyone in this thread is embarrassing me.

[Anonymous No.5798101]

>Joanna Newsome; '81

I found a little plot of land
in the garden of Eden
it was dirt and dirt is all the same

I tilled it with my two hands
and I called it my very own
There was no-one to dispute my claim

Well, you'd be shocked at the state of things
The whole place has just cleared right out
It was hotter than hell, so I laid me by a spring
For a spell, as naked as a trout

The wandering eye that I have caught
Is as hot as a wandering sun
But I will want for nothing more, in my garden
start again, in my hardening to every heart but one

Meet me in the garden of Eden,
Bring a friend, we are going to have ourselves a time
We are going to have a garden party, it's on me
No, sirree, it's my dime

We broke out hearts in the war between
St. George and the dragon
But both, in equal part, are welcome to come along
I'm inviting everyone

Farewell to loves that I have known
Even muddiest waters run
Tell me what is meant by sin, or none, in a garden
Seceded from the union in the year of A.D. 1?

The unending amends you've made
Are enough for one life, be done
I believe in innocence, little darling, start again
I believe in everyone

I believe, regardless, I believe in everyone

[Anonymous No.5798159]

Down the street the dogs are barkin’
And the day is a-gettin’ dark
As the night comes in a-fallin’
The dogs’ll lose their bark
An’ the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my mind
For I’m one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind

From the crossroads of my doorstep
My eyes they start to fade
As I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid
An’ I gaze back to the street
The sidewalk and the sign
And I’m one too many mornings
An’ a thousand miles behind

It’s a restless hungry feeling
That don’t mean no one no good
When ev’rything I’m a-sayin’
You can say it just as good.
You’re right from your side
I’m right from mine
We’re both just one too many mornings
An’ a thousand miles behind

[Anonymous No.5798166]

>>5798159
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-vq8Apx-Sg

[fagve No.5798170]

>haha joanna newsom and deerhunter r SO le patrish

/mu/ should be nuked

[Anonymous No.5798189]

>>5797300
Came here to post this.
Dylan masterrace.

[Anonymous No.5798208]

I sit alone in dismal silence
Peering into the eyes of my reflection
Wondering if his thoughts are adjacent to my own
What visions of eerie savagery
Are passing if purity lurks in the mind of he who I mirror?
Lookin at him I am disgusted
He lacks beauty in all external areas
And internally he seems so confused
Perplexed with this conundrum of life
He proceeds to function or cope, lookin at it realistically
Esteem he lacks, in all areas of existence
Reason unknown
What is the cause of the lack of this self-acceptance?
I mean it seems like he needs constant assurance
Some type of ritual proof that he's even worth the oxygen he breathes
A light that shines upon him
Is his living in vain? Does he have a purpose?
Answer - eternally unknown

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

Spoken word section at the end of the song that I've always liked.

Also, if you're a hip-hop fan check out some more of Illogic's stuff, he's fantastic.

[Anonymous No.5798284]

>>5793114
lol

[Anonymous No.5798293]

>>5790410
You know practically nothing about prosody anyway

[Anonymous No.5799119]

I went down to lloyd center looking for you.
But a mouth full of anger blocked my view.
He took your hand there in the skating the rink.
God will give him blood to drink.

Saw the two of you leaving.
I didn't want to follow behind.
But I could see the rest of your evening,
Burning in my mind.

The sky's black. the moon's pink.
God will give him blood to drink.

I looked over the railing. ice was white
On the northeast side where I saw you and your boyfriend
On a friday night.
I went mining for gold. I struck pure, fresh zinc.
God, god will give him blood to drink.

Hey, hey, hey

[Anonymous No.5799932]

>>5790410
lolwat, I honestly can't tell if you're shit posting on purpose. You have got to be the dumbest trip I've seen.

[Anonymous No.5801346]

Last Day of June 1934
Al Stewart

The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nine
I should be working down in the vines
But I'm lying here with a good friend of mine
Watching the sun in her hair

I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea
The fields of France are a home to me
Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be
I can't go anywhere

But as we slip in and out of embrace
Like some old and familiar place
Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before
On the last day of June 1934

Just out of Cambridge in a narrow country lane
A bottle-green Bentley in the driving rain
Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again
Heads up the drive to the door

The lights of the party shine over the fields
Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels
And argue realities digging their heels
In a world that's finished with war

And a lost wind of summer blows into the streets
Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets
And Europe lies sleeping,
you feel her heartbeats through the floor
On the last day of June 19...

On the night that Ernst Roehm died voices rang out
In the rolling Bavarian hills
And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters
Grown strong like the joining of wills

Oh echoed away like a roar in the distance
In moonlight carved out of steel
Singing "All the lonely, so long and so long
You don't know how I long, how I long
You can't hold me, I'm strong now I'm strong
Stronger than your law"

I sit here now by the banks of the Rhine
Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time
And I know I'm a dreamer, I know I'm out of line
With the people I see everywhere

The couples pass by me, they're looking so good
Their arms round each other, they head for the woods
They don't care who Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should
Just a shadow that hangs in the air

But I thought I saw him cross over the hill
With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel
And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before
On the last day of June 1934

[Anonymous No.5801521]

>>5789548
Even though yes is one of my favourite bands, their like's are rather meaningless.

Jon himself said that they write the lyrics based on sound instead of meaning

[Anonymous No.5801540]

Outside another yellow moon
Punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down the street
Shining like a new dime
The downtown trains are full
With all those Brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds

tomwaits.com/songs/#/songs/song/216/Downtown_Train/

[Anonymous No.5801550]

>>5789015
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

[Chorus:]
Hey, now, you're an All Star get your game on, go play
Hey, now, you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older
But the media men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture

The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire. How about yours?
That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored.

[Chorus 2x]

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep, what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow.

[Chorus]

And all that glitters is gold
Only shootin' stars break the mold

[Anonymous No.5801555]

>>5801550
lolled a bit :^)

[Anonymous No.5801559]

>>5789015
First bit of "Urge for Going", by Joni Mitchell. I love this song.

I awoke today and found the frost
perched on the town
It hovered in a frozen sky, then it
gobbled summer down
When the sun turns traitor cold and all
the trees are shivering in a naked row

I get the urge for going
But I never seem to go
I get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is turning brown
Summertime is falling down and winter
is closing in

[Anonymous No.5801560]

>>5789024
fuck u that sentence doesnt mean anything

[Anonymous No.5801567]

>>5801540
tom waits is cheating!!

[Anonymous No.5801570]

>>5801560
>mfw I'm on /lit/ 2 days to immediately respond

Anyway I know it's not great verse, just felt like posting it because it's my favorite Wilco lyric and I've always really liked it.

And it's not meaningless, it can easily be related to either hierarchical work structures (bottom making money for the top) or to war (fighting and dying for other people's goals), both of which you've never even met. Not profound, no, but decent enough and a nice rhythm/rhyme.

[Anonymous No.5801572]

>>5792986
He is experimenting with structures. His songs are kinda "holistic" if you see what I mean.

[Anonymous No.5802151]

>>5789015
Cannibal Corpse

Butchered At Birth


Birth is always painful
Decaying in the womb
Trapped within this body
A bleeding human tomb

Gutted bitch lies dead
Emptied of the child
Chewing on the cords
Its life line to this world
Afterbirth is flowing
The stench is overwhelming
My body, growing stronger
My pain turns to torture
Severing its bloodline
A butchered infant carcass

Meat from the unborn
The freshest kills
Chopped up children
Bathing in blood

Contorted and festering I rot in disgust
Re-generation of my body
Mother ripped apart
Smashing in her face
My knife cutting holes
Fucking her remains

Esophagus carved out
Crushing cartilage
Bile oozing from
Punctures in your liver

Ripping meat within
Chewing on intestine
Bladder spurting urine
Sight of defecation
Now grow infection
The child ripped to shreds
Drinking its excretions
Zombification

Ejaculation over mutilation
On the mother's body hacked into pieces

The sludges from my cock give her life once again
Sewing the remains of the child deep within her
Reborn through evil
My torture known throughout Hell
Heed to his calling
The demons await my next kill

Carnage is my fetish
Body cavities scraped of guts
Brains seeping from cracks
As my axe continues to hack

[Anonymous No.5802162]

>>5789015
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPPtrqvHGEg

[Anonymous No.5802186]

>>5789015
Teenage me wants you to read:

Bury me in velvet dream
Lest I unduly wake
And seek to reconcile my thirst
With the cowardly tailors of my fate
Unleash mastiffs of snarling night
To overthrow, plague and burn
As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead
To scheme of my return

This shitty band had some great flowery lyrics and references for the prepubescent goff

[Anonymous No.5802204]

>>5794490
My motherfucking pots and pans nigga. Fuck Bob Dylan, that hack.

[Anonymous No.5802217]

>>5795641
They aren´t and they shouldn´t. It is not the same, writing lyrics is not "attempt at poetry" they are a literal subject apart. In a poem it is kind of stupid to repeat the same line one after the other more than two times where in lyrics it is used a lot. Also with music the use this kind of repetition to play with tension and relaxation (like, you repeat some shit every chorus three times to keep tension as people expect it one more time to repeat it and waiting until the final chorus to do it four times). You have to match all to make a great song, melody with lyrics and interpretation, so the written idea is less much important than catchiness or the phonetic of the words itself. Sometimes the song is more like storytelling. Sometimes simplicity or straithforwardness is what a song needs.

[Anonymous No.5802316]

>>5794000
trips confirm

[Anonymous No.5802332]

>>5795641
Just because super ironic le synths Guy tells you pop isn't poetry doesn't mean it is an accepted fact.

[Anonymous No.5802336]

johnny cash - hurt

[Anonymous No.5802347]

>>5802336
or rather nine inch nails

[Anonymous No.5802365]

In the sun he hides from you, because you smile and tell him lies
But the boy he always knew, that they'd choke upon his pride
As the greed eats the sand
Turns to stone all that lives
All he builds is made by hand
And the love he always gives
When they look into his eyes
Why can't they let him be
And he knows they're not that blind
They just choose not to see
Only knows what's beating in his heart
So he never speaks his mind
Says his prayers and tries so hard
And the lord says give it time
When they look into his eyes
Why can't they let him be
And he knows they're not that blind
They just choose not to see
What a shame

[Anonymous No.5802370]

Sole produces some amazing things.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGnXL0lX44w

[Anonymous No.5802686]

>>5802336
so emotional.................................

[Anonymous No.5802738]

>>5798101
I would've posted Emily or Only Skin or maybe...Autumn or Have One on Me or Monkey and Bear or Sawdust and Diamonds or Bess or...

[Anonymous No.5803005]

Is this just a poorly disguised music thread where everyone posts their favorite songs and everyone else ignores them?

[Anonymous No.5803012]

>>5803005
basically
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8hjAc3JpwXg

[Anonymous No.5803013]

>>5798170
I know friend! They will never know the joys of listening to old timey music like the Led Zeppelins that we listen to

[Anonymous No.5803016]

I always liked

>I think you saw me confronting my fear, it
Went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here
There are ghosts in the walls and they
Crawl in your head through your ear.

[Anonymous No.5803032]

>>5798101
>Song called 81
>Misquotes it in the lyrics as A.D 1

[Anonymous No.5803062]

>>5789015
I've always loved Anthony Kiedis's lyrics.

[Anonymous No.5803079]

>>5803062

This band is seriously overrated.

[Anonymous No.5803084]

>>5803032
it's called wordplay

[Anonymous No.5803090]

LITERALLY EVERYTHING SOOFYAN HAS EVER WROTE. ever. including the christmas album.

fight me.

[Anonymous No.5803101]

>>5803062
they literally string together random phrases and call it a day

[Anonymous No.5803204]

responsibility's cool
but there's more things in life
like getting your dick
rode all fucking night