What are some songs/song lyrics that you find poetic, if there are any?

What are some songs/song lyrics that you find poetic, if there are any?

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Another new world josh

La Dispute - St.Paul Missionary Baptist Church Blues

Stained-glass and the choir sing out that strong and ceaseless chorus here.
So sweet the voices, sweep like leaves into the street.
On Eastern, a celebration carried on for God and hope and refuge
To keep each other, life; give shelter from the storm. And keep warm.
The congregation gathers outside in the parking lot, each service done
They keep the old hymn rolling on and on and
I see the scene in color each day driving out to Eastown,
That old abandoned church and have I gone the same sad way?

Have I gone the same sad way?

Through the sixties flourished and the seventies in flux.
The eighties fluctuate each year unclear of when the money would dry up.
And when the nineties violent crime and rising unemployment rates came by
That parking lot grew dim and thin of sinners and saints
Until the voices, unceasing, slowly faded to black
Until the weeds stormed the concrete from unattended cracks.
It had to know, had to feel that glory never coming back,
Like I could feel it when the passion left, the last of what I had,
It had to know like I knew.
And I can’t find it still.
Might not ever.

Ten years now standing vacant.
Ten years on empty, maybe more.
Once held the faith of hundreds,
Soon one more cell phone store.
For years they gathered here
Inside the building sound and true
To sing their praises to a god that gave them hope
To carry on, to carry through.
So, I’ve been thinking about that,
Sometimes go slow when I drive by,
How a home of stone and a house so holy
Grows so empty over time.
What gave those people purpose
Past death approaching constantly
Now left to crumble slowly,
Now left to wither with the weeds.
Now left to ice and vandals,
The advent candles long since gone,
The old foundation shifting hard,
The concrete overgrown, but
That stained-glass window sits untouched amongst the brickwork worn,
A symbol of the beauty only perfect at that moment we were born.
And just the other day I swear I saw a man there
Pulling weeds out of the concrete, sweeping up and patching cracks,
I saw him lift a rag to wash the years of filth from off those windows.
Made me wonder if there’s anyone like that for you and me and
Anybody else who broke and lost hope.

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La dispute - Edward Benz, 27 times


I heard the old man's voice break, stutter once then stop it. I heard
A sentence started confidently halted by the sudden absence of a word.
Stumbled and he sputtered trying to find it back, something once so simple gone now.
When he finally gave up told me, "Aw, it's like hell getting old."

When you came into the store, did you know you'd show me your scars?

I had a heavy heart, he carried a door, it's shattered pane all wrapped in plastic and
He asked if I could fix it, come by a little later help him put it back on hinges.
"See, I'm far too old to lift it and it's not for my house, it's my son's."

When you opened up the door, what is it you thought you'd find?

Nobody flinch.

Later I came by and backed into the driveway. Got out to find him waiting there to lead me
Through the side yard to back behind the house where the door frame stood empty and helped
Me keep it steady while I hammered all the pins in then later on the porch we somehow got to
Talking, he told me of the house and how is son is schizophrenic so they purchased it for him,
The medication working and they figured it would help him fit in, help him lead a normal life.

But the pills made him sleep too much. And he couldn't keep a job as a result so one day he just
Gave up on taking them. And that day she had called you, he'd locked her outside of the house.

How quickly did you get there? And what were you thinking while walking up?
What fears flashed in front of you, taunted you, walking to unlock the door?

I remember it, Ed. That story you told me came back clear tonight here while writing. And you
Should know the feeling never left me--the weight of my heart--when you showed me the scars
On your arms, when I looked in your eyes and I heard what you said how you probably would've
Died were it not for to care for your daughter and wife. How he drove in the knife, still your son,

How you seemed to look through me to some old projector screen playing back the scene as
You described it on a movie reel, as real as the minute when it happened, that memory moving
Behind me. That moment that changed you for good.

And he drove to the house and pulled into the driveway. Got out to find his wife waiting, frantic.
She'd come by to check, found that pillbox was empty, went out to the pharmacy to fill up his
Prescription and came back to a locked door and could not get back in.
She'd knocked and she'd knocked but he wasn't responding.

You put the key into the lock and turned it. Felt the bolt slide away. Slowly open.
Went into the hall, his son held a knife, standing off in the shadows, lunged forward and tackled Him.
Stabbing him over and over and breaking that window. He fled up the staircase.
The ambulance came, stitched and filled him with blood while the cops took his son with his wires so
Tangled his father was a stranger.

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And I sit in my apartment.
I'm getting no answers.
I'm finding no peace, no release from the anger.
I leave it at arms length.
I'm keeping my distance.
From hotels and Jesus and blood on the carpet.
I'm stomaching nothing.
I'm reaching for no one.
I'm leaving this city and I'm headed out to nowhere.
I carry your image.
Your grandfather's coffin.
And Ed, if you hear me, I think of you often.
That's all I can offer.
That's all that I know how to give.

Almost all of la dispute's lyrics are written as poems or stories which are then put to music. They dont follow the traditional verse - chorus - verse formula.

One Sunday Morning (Song For Jane Smiley's Boyfriend) - Wilco
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Lyrics:
This is how I tell it
O' but it's long
One Sunday morning
O' One son is gone

Against the weather dawning
Over the sea
My father said what I had become
No one should be

Outside I look lived in
Like the bones in a shrine
How am I forgiven
O' I'll give it time

This I learned without warning
Holding my brow
In time we thought I would kill him
O' but I didn't know how

I said it's your God I don't believe in
No your Bible can't be true
Knocked down by the long lie
He cried I fear what waits for you

I can hear those bells
Spoken and gone
I feel relief I feel well
Now he knows he was wrong

Ring 'em cold for my father
Frozen underground
Jesus I wouldn't bother
He belongs to me now

Something sad keeps moving
So I wandered around
I fell in love with the burden
Holding me down

Bless my mind I miss
Being told how to live
What I learned without knowing
How much more I owe than I can give

This is how I tell it
O' but it's long
One Sunday morning
One son is gone
>inb4 shit taste
I like it. Good lyrics don't have to be complex.

>good lyrics dont have to be complex

This is pretty much true for everything. I think the grounds for something being good is for whatever it is to achieve its intended goal. Lyrics books are good when they make you feel or think what the writer intended, even if that intention is for you to draw your own meaningful experience and relation to the work rather than an explicit feeling the writer wished to impart.

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Litterally every song by okkervail River. m.youtube.com/watch?v=nOK7ownE3Hg

>I'm lying in the puddle
>In the middle of the bed
>I feel very much done for
>I spent ages giving head

- Lauren Mayberry

I find it perfectly encapsulates angst that Werther felt.

Adapted to these models
Who's adapted to the bottle
They take it down like water
Just to burn away their sorrows
I'll stay up till tomorrow
Just to tear down all their morals
And all is fair in love and war
She's pure, so pure, like the love that's so uncut and raw
And clean, so clean, as opposed to what I offered

Because I chose the life
I chose the life
Then I realized
She might have been the one
I let it go
For a little fun, oh
I made a trade
Gave away our days
For a little fame
Now I'll never see your face
But it's okay I adapted anyway

Really too late to call,
So we wait for morning
To wake you is all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they warn.

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral

Silver scents of saint augustine
Fire in the ground
Between my better teeth
We're dancing on the poison in their graves
At the end of the night
We'd all seen better days

I know you tried
I know you're cursed
I know your best was still your worst
When hollywood was calling out your name

The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face

I am happy to be alive
Cause I know I could not be in a place that's filled with lies
Can't stand no quiet nights, while I fill up my glass with pride
Hopeful is all I know, how to keep me from silent cries
Nothing I can say
Facing all this pain in my way
I fight it every day
Why am I this way?
A nigga tryna maintain
I sit and tell myself, "Okay"
We gotta find another way
You gotta find another way
You gotta find another way

Oh oh, I had a dream last night and you were in it
Oh oh, I feel so stupid when you are around
Oh oh, I long for you I long for you I hate you
Oh oh, I think I'll put a bullet in my head

And I'm burning burning up for you
'cause all the time I'm wondering if I see you
And I'm burning burning up for you
'cause you've got that...

Oh oh, I'd cut off all my fingers just to touch you
Oh oh, you stupid bitch you mutilate my soul
Oh oh, I want to put my fingers deep inside you
Oh oh, I wonder if you're thinking of me now

It doesn't make any sense
And it doesn't adhere to the reason at all

Oh oh, I had a dream last night and you were in it
Oh oh, I feel so stupid when you are around
Oh oh, I long for you, I long for you, I hate you
Oh oh, I think I'll put a bullet in my head

Oh oh, I'd cut off all my fingers just to touch you
Oh oh, you stupid bitch you mutilate my soul
Oh oh, I want to put my fingers deep inside you
Oh oh, I wonder if you're thinking of me now

Wipe the lust from your eyes
I see that you're not mine
I can see the lust in your eyes
You can't be the one
I realize, we're divided

ADOBE SLATS

BROSPORT IS THE JAM OF A LIFETIME

Makes me tear up everytime

I don't know where I
Am going to rest my head tonight
So I won't promise that I'll speak
To you today
But if I ever find
Another place, a better time
For that moment
I was never what I am

Take me to where you are
What you've become
And what you will do
When I am gone
I won't forget

I miss the old Kanye, straight from the Go Kanye
Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye
I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye
The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye
I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye
I gotta say, at that time I'd like to meet Kanye
See, I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes
And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes
I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye
I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Kanye
What if Kanye made a song about Kanye
Called "I Miss The Old Kanye"? Man, that'd be so Kanye
That's all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye
And I love you like Kanye loves Kanye

Lay up nearer, brother, nearer,
For my limbs are growing cold;
And thy presence seemeth nearer,
When thine arms around me fold.

I am dying, brother, dying,
Soon you’ll miss me in your berth
For my form will soon be lying
’Neath the ocean’s briny surf.

I am going, brother, going,
But my hope in God is strong;
I am willing, brother, knowing,
That He doeth nothing wrong.

Hark! I hear the Savior speaking,
’Tis, I know, His voice so well;
When I’m gone, Oh don’t be weeping,
Brother, hear my last farewell.

Here comes the beekeeper
With her pitcher full of smoke
She'll put us all to sleep
I hope it's dreamless and it's deep
Sweet Prometheus, come home
They took away our fire
And all that this scarcity promotes
Is desperate men and tyrants

What fine design
What hands
What minds
The envy of Eden
Our tools and our reason
It's clear in the animals eyes
We stand
Upright
Build fires
At night
Made on the sixth day
To rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive

The surgeon and farmer meet
And each greets the other with a bow
They're kindred instruments, you know
The scalpel and the plow
In the shadow of the mountain
We work when work abounds
And we wear out all our prayers
When the work runs out

Trips to where few have been
Out of thin air, upon high winds
Rites begin when the sun descends
Have felt what few will ever know
Have seen the truth beneath the glow
Of the ebb and flow, where the roots of all mysteries grow
I am below, so far below
The bottom line
Transmitting live, transmissions rise
From the depths out of controlled by
Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes
Imminent gaze cast 'pon the path that winds
'Pon the path I find, and claim as mine
To ride the waves
Of unrest
Made to make me shine as a testament
To why the ways of the blind will never get
Shit but shanked by my disrespect
Dismiss this life, worship death
Cold blood night of serpent's breath
Exhaled like spells from the endlessness
In the bottomless wells of emptiness
Channeled to invoke what we represent

Bob Dylan really is a great writer

[Verse 1]
Every single night
I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed
Butterflies in my brain
These ideas of mine
Percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swellin' to a blaze

[Pre-Chorus]
That's where the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Tryin' to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelin's in, oh

[Chorus]
Every single night's alight
With my brain, brain

[Verse 2]
I say to her, Why'd I say it to her?
What does she think of me?
That I'm not what I ought to be
That I'm what I try not to be
It's got to be somebody else's fault
I can't get caught

[Pre-Chorus]
If what I am is what I am
'Cause I does what I does
Then brother get back, 'cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell
And a heart is the yolk
And I just made a meal for us both to choke on

[Chorus]
Every single night's a fight
With my brain, brain

[Hook]
I just wanna feel everything
I just wanna feel everything
I just wanna feel everything

[Verse 3]
So now I'm gonna try to be still now
Gonna renounce the mill a little while
And if we had a double-king-sized bed
We could move in it and I'd soon forget

[Pre-Chorus]
That what I am is what I am
'Cause I does what I does
And maybe I'd relax
Let my breast just bust open
My heart's made of parts
Of all that surround me
And that's why the devil just can't get around me

[Chorus]
Every single night's alright
Every single night's a fight
And every single fight's alright
With my brain, brain

[Hook]
I just wanna feel everything
I just wanna feel everything
I just wanna feel everything
I just wanna feel everything

Well I could say something by Leonard Cohen, Joanna Newsom, Bob Dylan, Nick Drake, Neil Young, etc, those typically mentioned as great lyricists. But this is my favorite song:

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The whole place is dark
Every light on this side of the town
Suddenly it all went down
Now we'll all be brothers of the fossil fire of the sun
Now we will all be sisters of the fossil blood of the moon
Someone must have set us up
Now theyll be working in the cold grey rock, in the hot mill steam in the concrete
In the sirens and the silences now all the great set up hearts - all at once start to beat
After tonight if you dont want us to be a secret out of the past
I will resurrect it, Ill have a good go at it
Ill streak his blood across my beak and dust my feathers with his ashes
I can feel his ghost breathing down my back
I will try and know whatever I try, I will be gone but not forever
The real truth about it is no one gets it right
The real truth about it is were all supposed to try
There aint no end to the sands Ive been trying to cross
The real truth about it is my kind of lifes no better off
If Ive got the maps or if Im lost
The real truth about it is there aint no end to the desert Ill cross
Ive really known that all along
Mama here comes midnight with the dead moon in its jaws
Must be the big star about to fall
Long dark blues
Will o the wisp
The big star is falling
Through the static and distance
A farewell transmission

I like these lyrics a lot better than the song, now that I'm listening to it

Many many guys and girls
All real beauties
Everybody making a stab
They hurt themselves

Singles rule the world
Feeding on fresh blood
One track eye
Below the belt

All in a line
All in a line
They're all in a line
Like adult books
I don't understand
Jackie Susann meant it that way
Adult books
I don't understand
Jackie Susann meant it that way

Clifford shackles Jane
Throws her on the floor
She says, "No... no... YES"
And he cuts the chains

Do plenty people go for Tomata?
Yes, but he just goes for that special girl
Who says, "NO"

All in a line
All in a line
They're all in a line
Like adult books
I don't understand
Jackie Susann meant it that way
Adult books
I don't understand
Jackie Susann meant it that way

I like this version youtube.com/watch?v=DNDgfS8CBPw

Actually, I change my mind. These are her better lyrics:

A wick with no candle
A wheel with no axle
I ride with no saddle, no lift
Then I'm dragging the kite
A blade with no handle
A brick for your window
I'm fine but I'm single
A dime and I'm the same on both sides

You're a stone-cold killer, you say
But you're looking like a part-time criminal
Waive the charade
Man, you lay it on thick
It's a dive bar, save the game
You drink and you sit
Easy to please
But hard to impress
Im in a mood, new shoes, and a bulletproof dress
Sugar on the rim and a shot of mescal
Man, its murder in the morning
But its good for morale
Can you mortar more
Looks like you're bricking with both hands
Get the spirit level
Or the skeleton won't stand
Fuck the plan, man
I'm tryna call an audible
Probable lost cause
But I got a thing for long shots
Yes, yes, naysayers got the wrong job
Best bet when you think they got the wrong odds
And I've done some living in a glass house
High note blew the motherfucking walls off

And I sleep
With both eyes open
Standing up
Alone and holding
Off the rust
And I'm still living by my maiden name
The name I came with
The name I made
And I'm bare-faced at your masquerade
Filled a flask up before I came
Because night falls
We all wanna hear that fight song
Car running like a nylon
Brights on
Times right but the clocks wrong
Never set it, never settle in a time zone
Take what I need with me
Pray for rain but brace for whiskey
Something in the tank, money in the bank
Callin it a win we
Give a little thanks, give a little back
Busy with the grand plan
Take one last look
Left the bandwagon
For a banned book
To break out you gotta give up the chase
To make love you gotta take off the brace
And we all leave it feeling half done
Best you can do is just put a hand up
Hope grace and good works in the end add up
Find out when the pendulum hangs plumb