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Favorite lyricists?
nuisance:
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9. Eminem (again, I mean it)
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Everyone will take the piss for this choice, but I stand by it. Especially for the second example, if only for probably being the first rapper to use 'ignoramus' in a rhyme.
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Nah, FWIW I remember a tune on Del Tha Funkee Homosapien's album back in the day (the one with 'Mr Dobalina') where he rhymes "entertain us" and "ignoramus". Eminem may have a crazy amount of talent, but he's not exactly revolutionary.
Not a lot of fun in the favourite lyrics so far. I guess (judging by nonsense like Skyclad) people primarily rate lyrics that they think express right-on sentiments?
KharBevNor:
What do you mean nonsense?
Yes, Martin Walkyier has it spot on, but he also has an incredible facility with the english language. He employs a range of poetic devices beyond simple ABAB rhymes, he builds up complex metaphors and throws off genuinely amusing puns, he has highly original concepts for songs, and he has a genuine love of language that comes out through all of this as well as his 'Shakespeare on speed' delivery and his broad and interesting choice of vocabulary, amongst other things. It's some hefty stuff, but always fun and original.
Skyclad - The Womb of the Worm
"Black hat stranger - affluent as effluent
Hides behind his mirror shades and crocodile smile
Preying on the weak, the vulnerable and innocent
All things pure and virginal he will defile.
Shepherd of a flock of black sheep - he knows his charges well
Their thirst for life is drowning down in his snow filled hell...
They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie
They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie.
Slaves to the only god they know,
Drawn by the song of the cosmic diva
The lord of the flies is a dandy beau
King of the hill in the new Bohemia
Where does he come from, their redeemer
Where does he dwell? (they never learn)
What is the prize for the true believer?
Rotting away in the "Womb of the Worm"?
Death is the hand of a handsome stranger - (he speaks, heads turn)
Babes unaware of impending danger - quickening dead in the "Womb of the Worm"
They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie
They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie.
At the gravesides of sad lonely children
Reason sits with a tear in her eye
Killed in their prime - tell me why were they taken?
It's not them but "the Worm" that should die.
"Stabat Mater Dolorosa" - a grieving mother's sad refrain
Chasing dragons in the subway, to kill the time and ease the pain.
Words of "the Worm":
"Don't be afraid - just take my hand
'cause life's too short to be a bore
Try it once, you'll understand
Why they keep coming back for more."
Form an orderly line outside death's door
If you want to taste his sweet amnesia
He's never short of clientele
Though most of them die from a fatal seizure
Another mother cries to a chat-show host
(she speaks - my stomach churns)
I hear how a young kid - now a young ghost
Died a sickening death in "the Womb of the Worm."
They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie
They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie."
Skyclad - Great Blow For A Day Job
"Hear my tale - I'm Norman Normal, always humble, mild and meek.
In my bank a lowly banker - run-down brach on nowhere street
'till one day a stranger called - a fetid bible black he laughed,
said "Sonny I don't want your money, I don't need an overdraft.
Boy you have a great potential, don't you let it go to waste.
My offer ends - so it's essential that you hurry on (make haste!).
For a life of milk and honey sign along the dotted line...
Thirty years of girls and money - at the end your soul is mine!"
No one can dissuade me - I'm donw on my knees,
my conscience says "No" - my libido "Yes please!"
If I put my pen to paper for eternity I'm damned.
If I don't I'll never be the singer in a fiddel band.
Can anyone blame me? - I don't think they'd dare,
my soul says "No way" - But my mouth cries "Oh yeah!"
Here I am - your good friend norman, not so humble anymore.
Others age - but I look younger, stronger that I did before.
I used to drive a Fiat Panda - now a lime green Cadillac.
Guess my story goes to show not all the devils' own dig black.
I know there is a price I must pay for my thirty years misspent,
when my satanic manager recoups my soul (100%).
I'll meet him at the crossroads, midnight chimes - my time has come
to party with the 'porno-queens' down by the shores of Acheron.
I'll party on in Acheron!
No one could dissuade me - I fell to my kness,
my conscience said "No" - my libido "Yes please!"
I have put my pen to paper and eternally am damned,
I've squandered my immortal soul by singing in a fiddle band.
Could anyone blame me? - I don't think they dare,
my soul said "No way" - but my mouth cried "Oh yeah!"
'Evil I did dwell - Lewd did I live' -
It's a small price to pay for the gift that he gives.
Was it all worth it? - I'm too drunk to tell,
I swap my cocaine for the brimstone of hell.
The end."
Skyclad - Polkageist!
"One day whilst out exploring
In some far-flung foreign corner,
I took respite from my journey
To admire the local fauna.
When from the twilight distance
A peal of bells and laughter,
set my heart-strings fluttering
like bats through chapel rafters.
On entering a clearing I did sense
Impending peril, beheld a Gypsy wench
With flashing eyes bright, sharp and feral.
She smiled at me so sweetly
(bit a lip that smacked of danger),
Gave a look fit to disarm
This poor, unwitting stranger.
[Chorus]
Her rhythm pounced upon me
it trounced me in a trice.
That charm she wove about me
gripped me tight as any vice.
(She spoke in tongues above me).
Though I cast my eyes to Christ,
you'd need the virtue of a saint
to not succumb, and overcome this
Polkageist.
Arms of ivory strummed perfection
summond me toward the middle.
Pan warmed up his pipes
heard Herne a plucking at the fiddle.
She wrapped herself about me
(felt her hot breath at my ear);
Danced a horizontal polka
down the path to Hell I fear.
We're on a path to Hell I fear!
[Chorus]
Her rhythm pounced upon me
it trounced me in a trice.
That charm she wove about me
gripped me tight as any vice.
(She spoke in tongues above me).
Though I cast my eyes to Christ,
you'd need the virtue of a saint
to not succumb, and overcome this
Polkageist.
The Horny Huntress:
"A spirit sent to haunt you
taunting all your earthly days.
Satyrs vaunt
cavorting to the reel Cernunnos plays.
I head our wild procession
(every beast from man to mouse),
finds freedom in possession
Polkageist is in the house!"
Juice of fruit beyond forbidden
dripping slowly from her fingers,
she took my hand and led me
to that place where cunning lingers.
[Chorus]
Her rhythm pounced upon me
it trounced me in a trice.
That charm she wove about me
gripped me tight as any vice.
(She spoke in tongues above me).
Though I cast my eyes to Christ,
you'd need the virtue of a saint
to not succumb and overcome this
Polkageist."
This is, in my opinion, leagues ahead of most other lyricists I can think of. A perfect concoction of melancholy (Some 'clad song titles include 'The Silver Clouds Dark Lining', 'Land of the Rising Slum', 'A Bellyful of Emptiness' etc.) silliness and brilliant, individual poetry. I've never seen anything that touches it. When combined with their general musical exellence and innovation, it's what makes them far and away my favourite band of all time.
greenMonkey:
Donald Fagen and Walter Becker. No competition for my favorites.
In the corner
Of my eye
I saw you in Rudy's
You were very high
You were high
It was a cryin' disgrace
They saw your face
On the counter
By your keys
Was a book of numbers
And your remedies
One of these
Surely will screen out the sorrow
But where are you tomorrow
I can't cry anymore
While you run around
Break away
Just when it
Seems so clear
That it's
Over now
Drink your big black cow
And get out of here
Down to Greene Street
There you go
Lookin' so outrageous
And they tell you so
You should know
How all the pros play the game
You change your name
Like a gangster
On the run
You will stagger homeward
To your precious one
I'm the one
Who must make everything right
Talk it out till daylight
I don't care anymore
Why you run around
Break away
Just when it
Seems so clear
That it's
Over now
Drink your big black cow
And get out of here
logosmonkey:
I agree with Jello Biafra.
Also Lou Reed.
Johnny C:
I totally forgot Serge Gainsbourg.
--- Quote from: In French, ---Je t'aime, je t'aime
oh, oui je t'aime!
moi non plus
oh, mon amour...
comme la vague irrésolu
je vais, je vais et je viens
entre tes reins
je vais et je viens
entre tes reins
et je me retiens
je t'aime, je t'aime
oh, oui je t'aime!
moi non plus
oh mon amour...
tu es la vague, moi l'île nue
tu va, tu va et tu viens
entre mes reins
tu vas et tu viens
entre mes reins
et je te rejoins
je t'aime, je t'aime
oh, oui je t'aime!
moi non plus
oh, mon amour...
comme la vague irrésolu
je vais, je vais et je viens
entre tes reins
je vais et je viens
entre tes reins
et je me retiens
tu va, tu va et tu viens
entre mes reins
tu vas et tu viens
entre mes reins
et je te rejoins
je t'aime, je t'aime
oh, oui je t'aime!
moi non plus
oh mon amour...
l'amour physique est sans issue
je vais, je vais et je viens
entre tes reins
je vais et je viens
et je me retiens
Non! Maintenant viens!
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--- Quote from: Through Google Translate, you see he ---I love you, I love you
oh, yes I love you!
me either
oh, my love…
like irresolute vagueness
I go, I go and I come between your kidneys
I go and I come
between your kidneys
and I retain myself
I love you, I love you
oh, yes I love you!
me either
oh my love…
you are the wave, me the naked island
you go, you go and you come
between my kidneys
you go and you come
between my kidneys
and I join you
I love you, I love you
oh, yes I love you!
me either
oh, my love…
like irresolute vagueness
I go, I go and I come between your kidneys
I go and I come
between your kidneys
and I retain myself
you go, you go and you come
between my kidneys
you go and you come
between my kidneys
and I join you
I love you, I love you
oh, yes I love you!
me either
oh my love…
the physical love is without exit
I go, I go and I come between your kidneys
I go and I come
and I retain myself
Not! Now come!
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Odes to humpin' abound, though really a grasp of French helps to truly understand how positively filthy he is.
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