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Favorite lyricists?
KharBevNor:
--- Quote from: nuisance ---Sorry, I didn't mean something stylistically identical to Spinal Tap, just a similarly well-crafted parody of a slightly different flavour of rock music - sneering, cynical, and political - more like, say, Roger Waters on his solo albums. I do find those puns just achingly bad... did no one else make lame jokes about Hamlet and 2B pencils when you were a kid? Wasn't it on the Muppets or something?
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Actually, I don't think it is a joke about 2B pencils.
At least, I've never seen it as such.
Any which way, it's better than just going "SKOOLS ARE PRISONS" or doing a song about twee tricycling pandas on the moon or something.
Rubby:
--- Quote from: nuisance ---Sorry, I didn't mean something stylistically identical to Spinal Tap, just a similarly well-crafted parody of a slightly different flavour of rock music - sneering, cynical, and political - more like, say, Roger Waters on his solo albums. I do find those puns just achingly bad... did no one else make lame jokes about Hamlet and 2B pencils when you were a kid? Wasn't it on the Muppets or something?
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Hey man, I don't like the Skyclad lyrics either.
I just didn't want to say anything for fear of starting an argument.
Oh wait...
Oh no.
matt triangle:
--- Quote from: lbarbs ---Jeffery Lewis.
If you haven't heard him, do so now. http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/collective/A6999853
(for moondog)
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jeffery lewis is a legend.
not so much about lyricists, but here's a couple of my favourite sets of lyrics.
the first is by the good life, a song called album of the year. one of the finest pieces of story telling i've heard.
--- Quote from: the good life ---The first time that I met her I was throwing up in the ladies room stall. She asked me if I needed anything; I said, “I think I spilled my drink”. And that’s how it started (or so I’d like to believe)…
She took me to her mother’s house outside of town where the stars hang down. She said she’d never seen someone so lost, I said I’d never felt so found – and then I kissed her on the cheek… and so she kissed me on the mouth.
Spring was poppin’ daises up ‘round rusted trucks and busted lawn chairs. We moved into a studio in Council Bluffs to save a couple bucks. Where the mice came out at night, neighbors were screaming all the time. We’d make love in the afternoons to Chelsea Girls and Bachelor No. 2, I’d play for her some songs I wrote, she’d joke and say I’m shooting through the roof, I’d say, “They’re all for you, dear, I’ll write the album of the year.”
And I know she loved me then, I swear to God she did. It's way she’d bite my lower lip and push her hips against my hips and dig her nails so deep into my skin.
The first time that I met her I was convinced I had finally found the one. She was convinced I was under the influence of all those drunken romantics – I was reading Fante at the the time – I had bukowski on the mind. She got a job at Jacob’s serving cocktails to the local drunks. Against her will. I fit the the bill: I perched down at the end of the bar, She Said, “Space is not just a place for stars – I gave you an inch, you want a house with a yard.” And I know she loved me once, but those days are gone. She used to call me everyday from a pay phone on her break for lunch – just to say she can’t wait to come home.
The last time that I saw her she was picking through which records were hers. Her clothes were packed in boxes, with some pots and pans and books and a toaster. Just then a mouse scurried across the floor….we started laughing ‘til it didn’t hurt.
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for sheer brutality shellac's prayer to god does it for me every time.
--- Quote from: shellac ---To the one true God above:
here is my prayer -
not the first you've heard, but the first I wrote.
(not the first, but the others were a long time ago).
There are two people here, and I want you to kill them.
Her - she can go quietly, by disease or a blow
to the base of her neck,
where her necklaces close,
where her garments come together,
where I used to lay my face...
That's where you oughta kill her,
in that particular place.
Him - just fucking kill him, I don't care if it hurts.
Yes I do, I want it to,
fucking kill him but first
make him cry like a woman,
(no particular woman),
let him hold out, hold back
(someone or other might come and fucking kill him).
Fucking kill him.
Kill him already, kill him.
Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him already, kill him.
Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him already, kill him.
Just fucking kill him! Fucking kill him,
Fucking kill him already, kill him.
Ah Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him already, kill him.
Kill him already, kill him already
Kill him, fucking kill him.
Just fucking kill him, fuckin kill him,
Kill him already, kill him.
Fuckin kill him, kill him,
Fucking kill him already, kill him.
Kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him, just fucking kill him.
Kill them already, kill them already,
Kill him.
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Scytale:
I was listening to Nevermore in my car today and I was reminded about Warrell Danes lyrics, their really good.
from "The Heart Collector"
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To see the actor without tears
Dark rivers carve the years between the lines of self control
In my psychotic karmic fear, I own your tears anyway
And I am you and we are not afraid
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From "Medicated Nation"
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Slithering slow and serpentine coiled around your spine
My willing victim so sublime, one taste and you are mine
Did you remember to feed me while I was broken and bleeding?
Preaching words obsidian on the wings of shattered man
The sightless wait oblivious to the scourge that stains their hands
All you feel and all you do, the medication controls you
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From "This Godless Endevor"
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All the faithful fall onto their knees
And praise the priests of industrial disease
We contemplate oblivion as we resonate our dissonance
In godless random interpretation
The universe still expands, mankind still can't understand
How to define you, so hide your face and watch us exterminate ourselves over you
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BeoPuppy:
I'm too lazy to read all of this so I'm going to assume that KharBevNor has already mentioned Martin Walkyier as the best lyrisist ever. So, I'd like to say ....
He's right.
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