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Favorite lyricists?
MusicScribbles:
Where's the love for Stephen Malkmus here? I must say he writes some good lyrics. Other great mentions hmm. David Berman, Lou Reed, Robert Pollard, Colin Meloy, Craig Finn, Roger Waters, Jeff Mangum, Black Francis, Thom Yorke, and quite possibly Stephin Merritt.
David_Dovey:
--- Quote from: ChaosTriangle on 27 Aug 2006, 14:41 ---Warren Zevon. Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner is, for some reason, one of the most haunting songs I've ever heard; however, he's also got deadpan humor to spare. Example:
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FUCK YES.
i love Nick Cave's lyrics, but the rub is I'm not really a fan of the music. In fact I find it pretty much unlistenable :lol:
Maynard James Keenan
Krystoffer Rygg (Ulver)
Donald Fagen (Steely Dan)
Devin Townsend (check out his solo stuff)
Neil Peart (Rush)
Peter Gabriel
Steven Wilson (Porcupine Tree)
Cedric Bixler Zavala (The Mars Volta)- yes, really.
Amanda Palmer (The Dresden Dolls)
Daniel Gildenlow (Pain Of Salvation)
EDIT: To say +1 for Darnielle and Folds and mention my favouritr hip-hop lyricists:
Eyedea
Atmosphere
Del Tha Funkee Homosapien (especially on 3030)
MCA from the Beastie Boys
Pretty much all of J5
Sage Francis
BrittanyMarie:
My favorites are the obvious Jeff Mangum and John Darnielle.
Jeff
--- Quote ---Now she's a little boy in Spain/ playing pianos filled with flames
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Those two lines, for whatever reason, immediately slay me. I think it's the way the words sound and feel when said, more than the imagery.
John
--- Quote ---The most remarkable thing about seeing you standing in the doorway is that it is you, and you are standing in the doorway
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Um.
Also Will Sheff of Okkervil River because his songs make me cry.
Felix_:
Nick Cave is definitely my fave lyricist!
--- Quote ---I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die
You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children all have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they gotta die
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;)
Will:
Sage Francis is amazing...both what he's done solo, and with non-Prophets.
One of my favorites of his:
--- Quote ---They've said it every year but this times it seems like
The end is near and i'm in line to see the light
How far does this black tunnel go
I got a car but the gas is running low
And as long as i've known the bumps and creeks of this house
It's starting to make the types of sounds that only comes from people's mouths
You cant tell me it's still settling
Built on an indian burial ground killing everything
The childhood scar on my chin is back again
That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end
I've seen better days in my night terrors
I was a bike messenger without a bike and i would write letters
Ask directions to your whereabouts
Before the slow walk the rest of the show-offs were pealing out
To many hares only one tortise
Thats why I left this city, too fast paced for this HO-HUM TAURUS
By the time i developed the pictures
They're as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures
If distance is a girl's best friend
Tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with DIAMONDS
Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldnt have
Diamonds cut, but coal burns and nothing lasts forever
Dont know why I bothered saving any of your letters,they're just aged paper
Crumbling
Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldnt have
Diamonds cut, the cold burns and nothing lasts
Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes
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