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Favorite lyricists?
KharBevNor:
Man, I don't think I've posted any Dave Tibet lyrics yet. I've been listening to a lot of Current 93 recently and have remembered just how fantastic some of it is. The intonation and passion he puts into it as he sings is incredible.
Current 93 - A Song For Douglas After He's Dead
"He crouches on the floor
There's a mask on the wall
And he leafs through the pages of a book
But wait as he may in the shadow of other leaves
His heart it embraces to times long since scorched
The horizon folds over with a purple sunrise
And the wind carries smoke from a world that is burning
The smoke locks in his hair and he's covered with patterns
And the descent of his life-trees on his camouflaged soul
With a winter of memories carved powder-bone white
Beyond his skull's form a scorpion lies
In the crunch of the snow as his darkness increases
A twilight of ice encircles his teeth
There's a swastika carved
In the palm of his hand
There's a crooked cross
That is caught in his mind
There waits a falling sun in his eyes
There's the honour of violence on his lips
His father waits for him near the Towers of Silence
Where they worship the fires so long ago quenched
Under two willow trees with elhaz inverted
The fork of life snapped -
There father and son
Will mingle in dust
As if life itself
Has been mostly illusion but partially real
And partially pain
And over some wall
If you look through the rubble
Amongst ruins of churches where life conquers death
Though empires cannot last
Where blood and soil's concepts
Have faltered and failed
A cloud still sows teeth
As the world disappears...
This is a song for Douglas
After he's dead
This is a song for my Douglas
His Mercury dances"
Current 93 - Happy Birthday Pigface Christus
(First verse sung as 'Silent Night'):
"In menstrual night
When red is black
And Christus crawls
From Mary's crack
Wrapped in tatters
And flailing in mud
Child defiled
With tears and blood
Pigface Christus is born
Pigface Christus is born
In menstrual night
When red is black
And darkness crawls
Out of the crack
Some were born
In fields of mourning
Some were ripped
In fields of rape
Some bowed down
In echoed splendour
All were torn
In fields of tears
Crushed by church
And raped by father
Bled by mother
Torn and tearing
In scarlet playgrounds
On iron railways
Christ's pale body
Crucified
Time was
Time is
Time shall be no more
Some with tears
And some with laughter
Some in sadness
All in vain
In fields fresh crippled
The glint of sickles
The scars of sunset
The sound of reaping
You and I
On threshing floors
Lost and losing
Parched and preying
All have numbers
None have names
All have numbers
None have names
Time was
Time is
Time shall be no more
Here open the gates of heaven
Here open the gates of hell
Time was
Time is
Time shall be no more
In menstrual night
We rack and burn in the menstrual night
In menstrual night
We fall asleep in the menstrual night
In menstrual night
We shall return to the menstrual night
In menstrual night
On our knees in the menstrual night"
This is basically one of my favourite songs of all time, and it is christian! That is how good this guy is.
Current 93 - Horsey
"Horses are riding into her arms.
She lost her own way years ago.
Her sister calls her from the far side of night,
And she falls with that call,
It's the only way out.
She tells me "I love you,"
But it's only a game.
So she slips through the silence,
She's fixing a time
To slide back into darkness;
Again with a smile.
"Don't touch me - I'm falling,"
She laughs in the night.
"Don't touch me - I'll return,
When the wheel comes around.
You see we're all born to suffer,
We're all born to fall,
In a grey-shaded world
That calls us to Zero."
Her mothers mouth slits
and her sister lies taken
She touches my body;
But I crouch up to die.
Down the Ramblas we're walking;
In Reykjavik we're talking.
The snow is moon-cold,
The room freezes over.
She's reading a book
She finished it years ago.
She's tearing up papers - she's tearing up life,
But she only starts thinking
When her blood is brown.
And gold is the colour
She promised me she'd wear,
And Christ's blood turns black,
His body she wears.
But she dips him in waters,
Confession of faith.
It's hard to believe you
When you spit in my face.
And I don't want to touch you;
I don't want to lie
In the brownredgold slumber
That you've taken to ride.
I remember I was thinking only of you,
But you shattered me nightly,
You broke all the rules.
I found myself falling,
And then, and then, and then...
Through the wreckage of this parched life
And the pain of the next one
I said, "This is over!
All of this is dust!"
But still the wind calls:
Imperium.
When you rage at the conqueror
You only rage at yourself
When you torture the annointed
You torture yourself!
And you've listened to Pe'ath
But not to the Cross
So you sparkle for seconds
And dissolve into mist
And the fog closes in
And you talk about Crowley
You think it's a game,
But the game is just you!
When will you stop hiding,
In the heart of your nightmare.
When the cold tramways beckon?
When the cold tramways stop?
And christ! I was thinking that you're about to die.
It is blue on the outside; it is blue on the inside.
You said as you buckled, as if you would die:
"There's no point in living...there's no point in life!"
And sometimes I hear you,
At the back of my mind.
And a Golden Dawn opens...
But no light appears.
It closes at ten,
But the time is now midnight.
Oh, I wanted to hold you,
But you're destined to fall."
minkles:
Aesop Rock
--- Quote ---She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
"Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.
--- End quote ---
Animal Collective
--- Quote ---And my dear dear dear khalana
I talk too much about you
Their ears are getting tired of me singing all the night through
Lets just talk together
You and me and me and you
And if theres nothing much to say
Well, silence is a bore
--- End quote ---
Alec Ounsworth of Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
--- Quote ---And we can do the zarathustra
We can do the broken fist
We can tear down all the borders
Or abbreviate the list
And when finally the finish line
emerges from the mist we'll sound
a soft alarm
--- End quote ---
Colin Meloy
--- Quote ---And I say your uncle was a crooked French Canadian
And he was gut-shot running gin
And how his guts were all suspended in his fingers
And how he held 'em
How he held 'em, held 'em in
--- End quote ---
Spencer Krug
--- Quote ---We've both been very brave
Walk around with both legs
Wait for the scary day
We both pull the tricks out of our sleeves
--- End quote ---
books_out_loud:
wes eisold:
This is the soundtrack
To saying goodbye
We are making out
With desperate days
So turn the volume up high
(You love it)
God bless repeat - play nights
Heartbreaks and fights
And all the pretty pretty girls
With the tired tired eyes
Sitting out parties
To be with your headphones
Reciting your last words
And writing your last notes
ben nichols:
Smoking the cigarettes more than I should
My hands won't stop shaking and that can't be good
I would forget you if only I could
Think about anything else
Slow dance at the end of the night
And everyone's looking who cares if it's right
Your head on my chest I held you so tight
I don't care what they have to say
paul gonzenbach:
Hello, good evening and goodnight. I’ve stayed too long and said too much.
Hello, good evening and goodnight. It’s far too late for me to say what I
should say to you, or should have said two years ago by now. And so, goodnight.
Hello defeat. It’s been a while... ok, it’s not been that long. You, you’ve
been hiding out in me wasting all your wasted knowlege, wasted on me.
Nothing could ever be easier for me, nothing could feel as good, as saying
goodbye. Yeah, yeah, I could be gone today. I could be miles away by
sunrise.
soak:
--- Quote from: john darnielle ---No Children
I hope that our few remaining friends
give up on trying to save us.
I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot
to piss off the dumb few that forgave us.
I hope the fences we mended
fall down beneath their own weight.
And I hope we hang on past the last exit,
I hope it's already too late.
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
someday burns down.
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away,
and I never come back to this town again.
In my life, I hope I lie,
and tell everyone you were a good wife.
And I hope you die,
I hope we both die.
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow;
I hope it bleeds all day long.
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises;
we're pretty sure they're all wrong.
I hope it stays dark forever,
I hope the worst isn't over.
And I hope you blink before I do,
and I hope I never get sober.
And I hope when you think of me years down the line,
you can't find one good thing to say.
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out,
you'd stay the hell out of my way.
I am drowning.
There is no sign of land.
You are coming down with me,
hand in unlovable hand.
And I hope you die,
I hope we both die.
--- End quote ---
This song always makes me smile.
Will:
Hooray! Another Wes Eisold fan on the forum!
I seriously think the lines from AM/PM -
--- Quote ---"my parents fell in love and all I got was life, and all I ever wanted was to not be alone"
--- End quote ---
and
--- Quote ---"I was counting the good things about this city, the only good thing is that you aren't here"
--- End quote ---
are some of the best he ever wrote
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