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Favorite lyricists?
Scytale:
Aside from whats been mentioned by others, theres two lyricists I really enjoy.
The first is Elena Schirenc (Hollenthon)- I love the way she mixes fantasy themes with the wonderfully vivid words she uses.
"Reprisal - Malis Avibus"
--- Quote ---
The ticking hour of Father Time releases memories locked in mind
A wandering beggar digging holes in all unspoken deeds of old
A yellow death lay on his face, a smile so fixed not of this race
Indeed he'd known where he would go, to where he feared it clearly showed
The devil I can safely tell
Has neither hoof, nor tail, nor sting
Nor is he, as some sages swear,
A spirit, neither here nor there
In nothing-yet in everything
He is what we are-a gentleman
A statesman spinning his web of crimes,
A swindler, living as he can
The ticking hour of Father Time released the memories locked in mind
The clock's monotonous tick obscured to most this man's so lonely cry
He'd said that with his clenched teeth, he'd seize the earth from underneath
He'd seize the earth from underneath, and drag it with him down to hell
--- End quote ---
Eclipse - Vita Nova
--- Quote ---
Dowager of wandering empires knocking at death's door
Putrid winds carried the voices wailing in the night
Solitude of land Europa; battalions ominous
Conquest dressed in ivory garb attack from east and west
Baleful ballad tragic spews
From her lips of lurid blue
Infantries of bony vampires draining one by one
From the headlands plunge like death-birds;predators descend
Prancing, laughing, undertakers don tools of dusky trade
Puppeteers in childish play,ghoulish marionettes
Baleful ballad tragic spews
From her lips of lurid blue
In a dream I saw her
Drape her cloak from sea to sea
In dawn of life she came to flee with lonesome shadows before noon
Who dare impede her timely flight or rob of quarry due?
The coy, unwilling silent bride; Misery stands by her side
The demon mourner bathes in tears of those she left behind
--- End quote ---
The Calm Before The Storm
--- Quote ---
No cypress shades the grave
But gentle violets weep with dew
Weave on war-torn bones
Buried nameless in eternal sands
Sound no trumpet of mourn
Forget not the wandering soul
One with this brazen earth
With vilest of worms to dwell
No sunshine reverent
But stoic storm clouds soak scarlet ground
Wash the bloodstained face
Vanished nameless in eternal sands
Listen closely
Dreadful and grand
The hush of the null and void
Slave to fate kings and desperate men
Await the splendor
Dreadful and grand
Lingering shadows undead
Slave to fate, kings and desperate men
Forget not wandering souls
With vilest of worms to dwell
--- End quote ---
The other lyricist is Fenriz of Darkthrone fame.
I really enjoy Fenriz's lyrics, he put a lot more thought into them then most BM bands do. From the vivid and introspective musings like "Sempiternal Sepulchrality"
--- Quote ---
Oh, once again, I kneel before this altar
Out in the moist chilly forest I proclaim
The Autumn leaves that fall
And those still attached to the trees
The Breeze that blew my hair
The one I've known through all these years...
The songs I never forgot -
A past that is now Lost....
--- End quote ---
To the seemingly straightforwards social critique of "Information Wants to be Syndicated"
--- Quote ---
Three inch health
Population copulation
Twice bitten
Lay down the law
It's great to see...
I've become what you hate
I grow
Information wants to be syndicated
Blame unintentionalism
Scared of pride
Hate what you don't understand
(I am) laughing all the way to the grave
It's great to see...
I've become what you hate
I grow
Information wants to be syndicated
Uninformed
Ill Informed
Comfortably dumb
Easily formed
Hail fuckin' darkness
--- End quote ---
Then there's my favorite, one of the only BM 'Love' songs I've ever heard, the awesome "Natassja in Eternal Sleep"
--- Quote ---
Alcohol is in my veins...
Tears fall as I think of you.
The true memory you left me with
is a key to the wine of melancholy.
I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows-
As you Burned on that stake they burnt
my soul as well.
Your pure feelings, your flaming hate;
it was not enough.
Natassja, my beloved satanic witch,
The power in your eyes and yourself.
Worked for the noble in man.
Pass the bottle, pass the knife,
Pass me your unholy crafts.
I shall never forget you, the best
of all there is, I lick your cold lips,
I embrace your coffin as I sigh in woe.
You never kissed the priest, you never
Drank the blood of jesus. Weird, they say -
well, turn it upside down like you did,
and they kill, kill, and they take you away...
Now, centuries later, I do yours and my sign.
You live in me, like you moved in with my soul.
Your resurrection is the spirit of you -
Installed in me. So now, your thougths
and your pains are my wine; and Natassja:
I'll get these goddam angels drunk...
--- End quote ---
Omnicide:
--- Quote from: logosmonkey ---Hmm also Johnny Cash
--- Quote ---
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt...
--- End quote ---
--- End quote ---
That's a Kris Kristoferson song. The more you know...
logosmonkey:
Oh bloody hell really? Alright then....
--- Quote ---
I hear the train a comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when.
I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on.
But that train keeps rollin' on down to San Antone.
When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns."
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry.
I bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car.
They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a movin', and that's what tortures me.
Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move on over a little farther down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.
--- End quote ---
ChaosTriangle:
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:
--- Quote ---He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
After ten long years they let him out of the home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
--- End quote ---
And MC Frontalot, if for no other reason than the following:
--- Quote ---MC Frontalot: the arch criminal for some reason not
Sought by authorities, though I been running wild for days
They's surely gonna track me down
I'm the #1 menace for miles around
With the littering, the loitering, the mattress tags
All the piratated mp3s I grabs
All the cable I stole, a certain bathroom wall I wrote on
I'm so cruel & cold you put a coat on
I even cheat on my tax!
From this life of crime there could be no turning back
Riding all around on my bike with no helmet
Commit mail fraud whenever I see a mailman
Got a jaywalking ticket, I crumpled it up!
Still bump the bootleg cause I'm hanging tough
Crime spree that I'm on
Breaking the law until the break of the dawn
Then I'll break it again, then I'll break it some more
(MC Frontalot, you're so hardcore)
Crime spree that I'm on
Breaking the law until the break of the dawn
Yo, it seems like I break it all the time
(This MC led a life of crime)
--- End quote ---
There's others, but I'm feeling lazy.
Will:
I'm also a real big fan of the lyrics from Pedro The Lion's "Control" album...they're so damn cynical I can't help but love it
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