What is lit's favorite song lyrics?

No, though maybe that's a good idea. I feel like Cohen's got some beautiful lyrics but is often restrained by the fact that he's writing a song which must adhere to certain rules.

Sometimes he's just perfect though. Suzanne..

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

Interesting. I very much liked Automatic Writing so I may check this out (I imagine it's very different in style though).

Its inspired by Tibeten/Indian poetry with backing Tabla drums. Part of that was directly from Milarepa. Its relaxing

>Responsibility's cool but there's more things in life
>like getting your dick rode all fucking night

To everything
Turn turn turn
There is a season
Turn turn turn

Man they wrote some great stuff back in the '60s

I had lunch with an old girlfriend
Who knows all my thoughts
And pretends to want to help
She said, I really don't mind you keeping secrets from me
But please don't keep them from yourself
Murder is bad and suicide is sad
Why would a girl like that put her head in the oven? ....

We go to sleep with
The Perfume Of Traitors
A Nosegay - A Saturn Day
We'll pillage upon return
Digging up grief
And, spreading the debt
Capri on The Styx
A mere Bagatelle,....

We go to sleep with
The Perfume Of Traitors
A Nosegay - A Saturn Day
We'll pillage upon return
Digging up grief
And, spreading the debt
Capri on The Styx
A mere Bagatelle

Unsure and uncomfortable
We struggle towards you
God Is Now Here
God Is Nowhere
Unsure and uncomfortable
We struggle towards you
God Is Now Here
God Is Nowhere

>listening to music for lyrics

oh boy

How could you turn me into this?
After you just taught me how to kiss
I told you I'd never say goodbye
Now I'm slipping on the tears you made me cry

Dale a tu cuerpo alegria Macarena
Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegria why cosa buena
Dale a tu cuerpo alegria, Macarena
Hey Macarena

youtube.com/watch?v=ZsGXWTJ-r_c

That spring I set sail
As the crowd waved from shore
And on board the crew waved their hats
But I never had family, just the Annabelle Lee
So, I'd never had cause to look back
I just set the course north and I studied the charts
And towards dark, I drifted toward sleep
And I dreamed of the fine, deep harbor I'd find
Past the ice for my Annabelle Lee

After that it got colder
And the world got quiet
It was never quite day or quite night
And the sea turned the color of sky
Turned the color of sea
Turned the color of ice
'Til at last all around us was vastness
One vast, glassy desert of arsenic white
And the waves that once lifted us
Sifted instead into drifts against Annabelle's sides

And the crew gathered closer
At first for the comfort
But each morning would bring a new set
Of the tracks in the snow leading over the edge
Of the world 'til I was the only one left
And after that it gets cloudy
But it feels like I laid there
For days and maybe for months
But Annabelle held me, the two of us happy
Just to think back on all we had done

We talked of the other worlds we'd discover
As she gave up her body to me
And as I chopped up her mainsail for timber
I told her of all that we still had to see
And as the frost turned her moorings to ninetail
And the wind lashed her sides in the cold
I burned her to keep me alive every night
In the lover's embrace of her hold

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

I cried to this song the other day while coming back from work

sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim through all them bitches
to make sure I keep up with my competition

hoo lawdy

Not relieved by thougts of Shangri-La
Nor enlightened by lessons of Christ
I'll never understand the meaning of the right
Ignorance lead me into the light

The Smoke Witch says, "Wahoo!"
And the Wise Man says, "Me too!"
And the Guru says, "Wazoo!"
So do what you do!

Would you like to making fuck BESERKER

I haven't really listened to Aesop Rock too much (just a few times over the years), but based on this, it seems that he's a highly acclaimed musician because of his lyrical "talents", which consistent in stringing loosely related words together in the manner of a second-rate, albeit slightly more sensical and coherent, Dadaist poet?

Seems legit.

That's a fair takeaway, and one that I actually share on some level, so I won't debate on it, but here's a pretty good passage from one of his own songs on the topic.

>youtube.com/watch?v=369Mxzg-Ty8

I find that interesting style can often out weigh the subject
So when the disc changer goes from guns to space
It is not an attempt to fake credibility for the public
But fuck it it's ace rock six records of gibberish right?
He's trying too hard to be weird and different right? (riiiiight)
Or could it possibly just maybe be, his lessons
Can't be summed up in a linear set of pop culture references?
(WOW) yeah but why try, I'm so groggy
The mach nine Ballentine ain't for everybody

Suzanne is a personal fav along with famous bkue raincoat.
Thnx.very good song

Jackson c frank milk e honey
[Verse 1]
Gold and silver is the Autumn
Soft and tender are her skies
Yes and no are the answers
Written in my true love's eyes

[Verse 2]
Autumn's leaving and winter's coming
I think that I'll be moving along
I've got to leave her and find another
I've got to sing my heart's true song

[Verse 3]
Round and round the burning circle
All the seasons, one, two and three
Autumn comes and then the Winter
Spring is born and wanders free

[Verse 4]
Gold and silver burned my Autumns
All too soon they'd fade and die
And then, ah there were no others
Milk and honey were their lies

I unironically cry every time I listen to this song.

youtube.com/watch?v=GRmre8ggkcY

Te recuerdo Amanda
La calle mojada
Corriendo a la fabrica donde trabajaba Manuel
La sonrisa ancha, la lluvia en el pelo,
No importaba nada
Ibas a encontrarte con el,
Con el, con el, con el, con el
Son cinco minutos
La vida es eterna,
En cinco minutos
Suena la sirena,
De vuelta al trabajo
Y tu caminando lo iluminas todo
Los cinco minutos
Te hacen florecer
Te recuerdo Amanda
La calle mojada
Corriendo a la fabrica
Donde trabajaba Manuel
La sonrisa ancha
La lluvia en el pelo
No importaba nada,
Ibas a encontrarte con el,
Con el, con el, con el, con el
Que parti a la sierra
Que nunca hizo dao,
Que parti a la sierra
Y en cinco minutos,
Qued destrozado
Suenan las sirenas
De vuelta al trabajo
Muchos no volvieron
Tampoco Manuel
Te recuerdo Amanda,
La calle mojada
Corriendo a la fabrica,
Donde trabajaba Manuel

Sunday morning brings the dawn in
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning and I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed not so long ago
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning

mark kozelek and david tibet are my favorite lyricists
patrician

SYLVIAAAAAAAAHHHAHAHAAAAAA
GET your HEAD OUT OF the OVENNNNN

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'gitche gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya
At seven pm a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

Lake Huron rolls, superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
In the maritime sailors' cathedral
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 'gitche gumee'
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early

>mfw Veeky Forums doesn't know who Ecclesiastes was

He must be talking about, the original part: turn, turn

>I want to feel like I feel when I'm asleep

There are places
not to be found but to be recognized,
they sheltered a fire.
The fire wherein the acts of God
and the acts of men were to melt and merge
making it a a senseless chore
to distinguish the human from the divine.
God resides in such places
and it is where He conspires
at the devastation
of what took him so long to accomplish.
It is where the sentence matured and was declared
in joint responsibility.

I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughters and moans
Are of the same essence as the fervour of a Saint

Most of Angel Olsen's songs because I'm a pathetic loser who can't get over his ex.

>Cowering and broken, I'm a victim of my evil deeds
>But I don't need your sympathy
>I'm comfortable in misery