Post some Veeky Forums-approved lyricists

that's a racist word though user so i don't know why you'd use it so flippantly if you weren't racist

The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come

But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

Elliott Smith

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Do people even pay attention to Bob Dylan Lyrics?

They are literally roses are red, violets are blue tier

they are so horrible

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I used to have a lot of black friends and I called them niggers all the time. I don't know what's so racist about it.

I unironically think MC Ride is a brilliant lyricist.

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he has a background in the arts and is evidently well-read

good bait

they're really not man
site a 60s dylan song with bad lyrics

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept dripping
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleeding
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-going to fall

Seriously man, you're just contrarian if you wanna call this "roses are red, violets are blue" tier.

What the hell is even "good" lyricism to you?

Well Frank settled down in the Valley
and hung his wild years
on a nail that he drove through
his wife's forehead
he sold used office furniture
out there on San Fernando Road
and assumed a $30,000 loan
at 15 1/4 % and put down payment
on a little two bedroom place
his wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
made good bloody marys
kept her mouth shut most of the time
had a little Chihuahua named Carlos
that had some kind of skin disease
and was totally blind. They had a
thoroughly modern kitchen
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan
they were so happy

One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths
drank 'em in the car on his way
to the Shell station, he got a gallon of
gas in a can, drove home, doused
everything in the house, torched it,
parked across the street, laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red then
Frank put on a top forty station
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed north
Never could stand that dog

go on...

The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near,
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier.
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavors strange.
A magnificent chamber meets his eye.
Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist.
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed.
Thinking he is quite alone,
He enters the room, as if it were his own,
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of
Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
Three vermilion snakes of female face,
The smallest motion, filled with grace.
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,
But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call:
"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool.
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool."
Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind,
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind.
"With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine.
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine.
As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain,
Only a magic that a name would stain.
With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.
The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you Rael'."
Each empty snakelike body floats,
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room,
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.
Looking for motion I know I will not find,
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined
"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food"
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers.
Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue,
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.

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Keith Buckley

I feel alright but I'm buried alive.
Nothings healed, just covered by time.
I want to pray but I think I'm possessed.
Constant cardiac arrest.
I'm standing in the way again.
I can't see the road ahead.
I have taken too much.
Once a ladder now a crutch.
When all of it is closing in, stop fighting and hold your breath.
So much self-love, so much hate.
Fuck these people.
Fuck this place.
But to an amateur set of eyes, me and the lord look a lot alike.
I might even have a brilliant shine and the strength to make it right.
Unbroken, unscarred.
Back ain't weak, hands ain't hard.
It's the first night in town.
Our first night in town.
Rain comes down, bridge goes out.
The same way its always did.
Now that I'm yours, discover me.
Now that I'm yours, unbury me.
Now that I'm yours, amaze me.
Go ahead and save me.
Go ahead.
When all of it is closing in, stop fighting and hold your breath.
Don't take it back, you're all that I have.
A new goddess emerged from the mist and took the blade from my wrist.
Don't blink back out.
I will aimlessly wander this wasteland guided only by a sickness, not a purpose.
I can't go back to what I was: Metallica without the drugs.
A faith healer without the plant.
Theres no home for a hollow man.

I mean the guy made confessional poetry strong, agressive and non-self-indulgent, I don't how you can doubt him after that.

Egor Letov, Grisha Poluhutenko, Johnatan Meiburg.

Letov writes visceral, intense, hysterically suicidal poetry that at best can be described as a POW's prayer after a month of brutal torture.

Пoтpяceниям и пpaздникaм-нeт / To eathquakes and holidays - no
Гopизoнтaм и пpaздникaм-нeт / To horizons and holidays - no
Bдoхнoвeниям и пpaздникaм-нeт,нeт,нeт,нeт / To inspirations and holidays - no, no, no
Бeзpыбьe в зoлoтoй пoлыньe / Fishlessness in a golden glade
Beздecyщнocть мышинoй вoзни / Omnipresent commotions of rats
Злыe cyмepки бeccмepтнoгo дня / Cruel twilight of eternal days

ДOЛГAЯ CЧACTЛИBAЯ ЖИЗHЬ / Long and happy life
TAКAЯ ДOЛГAЯ CЧACTЛИBAЯ ЖИЗHЬ / Oh such a long and happy life
OTHЫHE ДOЛГAЯ CЧACTЛИBAЯ ЖИЗHЬ / From now on long and happy life
КAЖДOMУ ИЗ HAC / For each among us
КAЖДOMУ ИЗ HAC / For each among us

Grigoriy Poluhutenko writes like an angry miserable academic, which is not a bad thing; his lyrics contain both warmness and chill, layers of obscure Kabbalistic and literary references, and yet avoid artificiality of pure intellectualism.

Cмoтpи нa нeбo, чyть дaльшe, нac yжe ждyт
нa мeтлaх c цвeтaми / Look to the sky a bit further, we are already expected - on brooms with the flowers
Mы вcё ycпeли c тoбoй, нac бoльшe нeт тyт
мы бoльшe нe c нaми / We made it in time, we are no longer here, no longer with ourseves
Tы видишь, coлнцe мнe cвeтит пocлeдним лyчoм / You see how sun shines towards me its very last ray
нo ничeгo, я нe жaдный / But that's alright, I'm not greedy
Cмoтpи нa нeбo, чyть дaльшe, зa лeвым плeчoм / Look at the sky a bit further, behind your left shoulder
тaкoй кpacивый и cклaдный / so handsome and well-wrought

Cвoбoдa нa Mapce, a вceм ocтaльным
ocтaнyтcя тюpьмы / Freedom on Mars, and the rest get prisons
Cвoбoдa нa Mapce, a вceм ocтaльным... / Freedom on Mars, and the rest...

Пoд мeдным нeбoм иcкoмoй бpaни coлнeчный диcк, / Under the copper skies of desired abuse a solar disk
вoзмoжнocть движeний / Possibility of movement
Ha пoчepнeвшeм экpaнe, тaм впepeди
пoтoк oтpaжeний / On the blackened screen, there, ahead, a stream of refractions
Tы oкoнчaтeльнo выйдeшь yжe из ceбя
бeз имeни, гoлoй / You will finally leave yourself behind, naked as nameless

Damn...

Does he like Jimi Hendrix?

He is a painter
Learn to Google senpai

Cмoтpи пo нeбy, чyть дaльшe, пoлзeт кaк змeя
дaвнo нaм знaкoмый / Look to the sky a bit further, there slithers serpent-like the one long familiar

Finally, J. Meiburg produces works that are either completely human or totally bestial - sometimes you might think to yourself that he can communicate with animals, because otherwise it's hard to imagine how he is able to deliver his lyrics.

I won't go traveling tonight
I won't go back to the wolves, now
There's something singing in the ice
In the deepest part of the world
And a film across my eyes
As I'm watching all the waves turn white

Took me out on the tide
To make pearls of my eyes
And uncover me, oh, without asking
Tore every stitch, every line, every hook, every eye
Between him and the diamonds, diamonds

Maybe tonight (I'll give in)
With you holding my arms and my stuttering heart
Is unbound and flayed alive

Oh, don't go traveling tonight
Hold that child in your arms
Well, there's no more canaries in the mine
And a cloud, black over the water
And a voice, low in my ear
Says, "The things that we did here will never die".

Works I provided are of middling quality relative to the rest of what their authors wrote. I reccomend you check them out yourself. Some Letov [Grazhdanskaya Oborona, Civil Defense] is translated, although mostly poorly.

Ye

Tom is good

Okkervil River.

youtube.com/watch?v=cXkrKW_5ZwI

youtube.com/watch?v=gN7FyzHM9Xo

kill you are selve

Just posted Shearwater. Nice to know somebody else recognises Meiburg as a genius he is.

Everyone else is shit.

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Loneliness is not a phase
Field of pain is where I graze
Serenity is far away

Saw my reflection and cried
So little hope that I died, oh
Feed me your lies, open wide
Weight of my heart, not the size, oh

>oh what did you see my X2
>I saw a X7
>And it's a hard X5

GENIUS

forgot to post their finest treatise
youtube.com/watch?v=yca6UsllwYs

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Irving Berlin, Scott Fitzgerald, Cole Porter.

From "I Used to be Color Blind" by Irving Berlin:

Strange
How a dreary world can suddenly change
To a world as bright as the evening star
Queer
What a difference when your vision is clear
And you see things as they really are
I used to be color-blind
But I met you and now I find
There's green in the grass
There's gold in the moon
There's blue in the skies
That semi-circle that was always hanging about
Is not a storm cloud, it's a rainbow
And you brought the colors out
Believe me it's really true
Till I met you I never knew
A setting sun could paint such beautiful skies
I never knew there were such lovely colors
And the big surprise
Is the red in your cheeks
The gold in your hair
The blue in your eyes

Simple, sweet, emotional

For me? It's rotten apple

>Now could it be the police?
>They come and take me for a ride-ride
>Oh, but I haven't got the time-time
>Hey, hey, hey, she's busy sucking on my ding-dong
>She's busy sucking on my ding-dong

the absolute madman

a surrealist lyricist.Is there any books with a 'surrealist' style?

I fell in love again
That time that you said
Fuck every cop who ever did his job
Fuck every bank that never got robbed
Fuck all the other banks especially mine

>Do people even pay attention to Bob Dylan Lyrics?
They're better than his music
He's like the thug version of Gibson desu

I hover above you
Life pulled out your mouth
I become you
Opening of the mouth
Unlawful possession
Jellyfish in cold sweat deep end
Hollow shell twitch disconnection
Pupils swell
My entrance
Hijacked no questions asked
Stretch you on like latex mask
My sigils your epitaph

He's sticking to folk form, which often uses repetition. How does that make the lyrics bad?

THE FALL MARK E SMITH AND NICK CAVE AND COIL

2deep5me

Joanna Newsom
Bob Dylan
clouddead
Doug Martsch
Jeff Mangum

i want her to be my mommy gf

When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear
Accumulated 10 times over throughout the years
My newfound life made all of me magnified
How many accolades do I need to block denial?
The shock value of my success put bolts in me
All this money, is God playin' a joke on me?
Is it for the moment, and will he see me as Job?
Take it from me and leave me worse than I was before?
At 27, my biggest fear was losin' it all
Scared to spend money, had me sleepin' from hall to hall
Scared to go back to Section 8 with my mama stressin'
30 shows a month and I still won't buy me no Lexus
What is an advisor? Somebody that's holdin' my checks
Just to fuck me over and put my finances in debt?
I read a case about Rihanna's accountant and wondered
How did the Bad Girl feel when she looked at them numbers?
The type of shit'll make me flip out and just kill somethin'
Drill somethin', get ill and fill ratchets with a lil' somethin'
I practiced runnin' from fear, guess I had some good luck
At 27 years old, my biggest fear was bein' judged
How they look at me reflect on myself, my family, my city
What they say 'bout me reveal if my reputation would miss me
What they see from me would trickle down generations in time
What they hear from me would make 'em highlight my simplest lines

I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' creativity
I'm talkin' fear, fear of missin' out on you and me
I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' loyalty from pride
'Cause my DNA won't let me involve in the light of God
I'm talkin' fear, fear that my humbleness is gone
I'm talkin' fear, fear that love ain't livin' here no more
I'm talkin' fear, fear that it's wickedness or weakness
Fear, whatever it is, both is distinctive
Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse
Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax
Searchin' for resolutions until somebody get back
Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse
Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax
Wonderin' if I'm livin' through fear or livin' through rap
Damn

Hayley Williams.

God said don't give me your
Tin horn prayers
Don't buy roses off the street down there
Took it all and took the dirt road home
Dreaming of Jenny with the light brown hair
Night is falling like a bloody axe
Lies and rumors and the wind at my back
Hand on the wheel gravel on the road
Will the pawn shop sell me back what I sold

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
I"m gonna take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond

Birds cry warning from a hidden branch
Carving out a future with a gun and an axe
I'm way beyond the gavel and the laws of man
Still living in the palm of the grace of your hand
The worlds not easy the blind man said
Turns on nothing but money and dread
Dogs been scratching at the door all nite
Long neck birds flying out of the moon light

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
I"m gonna take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond

Smack dab in the middle of a dirty lie
The star spangled glitter of his one good eye
Everybody knows that the game was rigged
Justice wears suspenders and a powdered wig
Dark town alleys been hiding you
Long bell tolling is your waterloo
Oh baby what can you do
Does the light of god blind you
Or lead the way home for you?

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
I"m gonna take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond

God all mighty for righteousness sake
Humiliation of our fallen state
Written in the book of tubold Cain
A long black over coat will show no stain
Feel the heat and the burn on your back
The rip and the moan and the stretch of the rack
All my belongings in a flour sack
Will the place I come from
Take me back

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
I"m gonna take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond

They'll hang me in the morning on a scaffold yea big
To dance upon nothing to the tyborn jig
Treats you like a puppet when your under its spell
Oh the heart is heaven
But the mind is hell
Jesus of Nazareth told Mike of the weeds
I's born at this time for a reason you see
When I'm dead I"ll be dead a long time
But the wines so pleasing and so sublime

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
I"m gonna take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond

Kissed my sweetheart by the chinaball tree
Everything I done is between God and me
Only he will judge how my time was spent
29 days of sinning and 40 to repent
The horse is steady but the horse is blind
Wicked are the branches on the tree of mankind
The roots grow upwared and the branches grow down
Its much too late to throw the dice again I've found

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
I"m gonna take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond

I'm gonna wash them
I'm gonna wash the sins of my Father
I'm gonna wash the sins of my Mother
I'm gonna wash the sins of my Brother
Till the water runs clear

I don't want you coming around to see me
Go back into town, I want to think
I don't want to talk about tomorrow
I'm tired of your god-fearing sink
Rain is always leaking through the windows
No one's always knocking on the door
Never had a name, they called me \"trouble\"
And I don't want to live here anymore

Throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top

We inherit the sins of our fathers
My daddy was an evil, evil man
I'm proud to say I never really knew him
But I can feel this awful presence in my skin
Who's that young one crouching in the corner?
Why, sir, are you hanging from that tree?
What's that thing scratching beneath the floorboards?
This town, it just don't feel the same to me

Throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top

Brother, I have never not been lost
The apples on the tree have turned to rot
And all around I feel the Lord's eyes watching
If you think I'm gonna whimper, well I'm not
What you gonna do come Sunday morning
When everything you see is turned to dust
Well, I just don't believe the shit you're preaching
Forgive me Holy Father, if you must

And throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top

I can't afford to pay for heat this Winter
Ice is crawling up and down the walls
If any one should ever stop to wonder
Just tell them no one lives here anymore

Throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top
Yeah, throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top

underrated post

Overrated post

I was drunk at the pulpit, I knew it was wrong
And I left in mid-sermon tempted by a bar-house song
The pews creaked and shifted as they turned to watch me leave
And I pulled a little bottle from the pocket in my sleeve

The sunlight was stronger to my church-dark widened eyes
Than the light which had blinded me with Christ's own half-lies
Yes mid-sunday morning, my old playmates sat
Round a stumble stained table, Christopher spat
And he kicked out a chair and showed me to sit
Then they started back singing in that shit-smelling pit
They were grinning and dribbling with comforted heads
Their wives were in church or at home and in beds
Well I sucked down a cupful and God shone within
In a red earthen mask, and I saw where I'd been was a palace of sin

Let them abstain on unbucking high horses
Poor wooden structures which merely eye courses
That these log heads run just to find some respite
In the whiskey-induced holy unending night
Yes I thought I saw new light, the black one which dimmed
The bleach garments with which mingled pee on stained rims
Oh the church songs they paled next to this fiery chorus
Composed from a living depth especially for us

There were arms linked in sympathy, gilded the glaring
Of these bloated companions, who hid 'neath their swearing
Some need for another, kin to brother lust
Which coarse words and music, was faith and less trust
Yes I saw a dependence, an inherent weakness
Within walls which hid sunlight and hindered all frankness
That floor there supported what souls couldn't stand
On their own in their own eyes, to hint they are men
Who are slave to their vision but to that alone
Yes each of them cloistered fear of being alone
Wherever folks gather, to imply a rule
They are each one a sinner, each one a fool
For if I drink my whiskey, and if I sing a song
I have no breast companion, a-trailing along
To imagine a sharing of burdens I earned
To steal from the embers i strove so to burn
God is one's corpus, and Jesus one's blood
The world is within you, without is of mud.

i got really spooped when this song fit me to a T, as i was cucking one of my acquaintances with a young milf:

His head buried within the breasts of a lunatic
Full, though aging mounds they were
He pretended to weep, but sighed in relief
Much to the motherly joy of her

She lifted his face from her chest with her hands
And prayed on his last ditch desire
Let's take a match, to this, my husband's house
And warm ourselves in the fire

At last he thought, at last a chance
To vacate my dismal past
But the beautiful lunatic's mind was mercurial
Her fire lust did not last
It switched to flesh lust
She stripped herself and opened her sheets to him
He spun in his shoes, gambling to lose
A tremble, throbbing and grim, oh

He was not the last to quit her as he retired to his room
For she came calling, all a-shiver
Stood over him in the gloom
Her nakedness hovered and steamed in the cold
A threatening glow on her scarred corpus
How, he thought, has she gotten so old
And balanced this wisdom and imbalance, hey

There's a place I know where the train goes slow
Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb
There's a river by the trestle down by sinner's grove
Down where the willow and the dogwood grow

You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell
From the halls of heaven to the gates of hell
And there's room for the forsaken if you're there on time
You'll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes
If you're down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slow

There's a golden moon that shines up through the mist
And I know that your name can be on that list
There's no eye for an eye, there's no tooth for a tooth
I saw Judas Iscariot carrying John Wilkes Booth
He was down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
He was down there where the train goes slow

If you've lost all your hope, if you've lost all your faith
I know you can be cared for and I know you can be safe
And all the shamefuls and all of the whores
And even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord
Is down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slow

Well, I've never asked forgiveness and I've never said a prayer
Never given of myself, never truly cared
I've left the ones who loved me and I'm still raising Cain
I've taken the low road and if you've done the same
Meet me down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slow

Meet me down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slow

It has a pretty pleasing structure if you ever look at it too:

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

I've been wakin' the spirits of millions more to come
A million illegally downloaded my truth over the drums
I believe in the children, listen to the kids, bro
If the phone ringin', go and get your kids ho
Brother Don Muhammad told the minister about the presentation
He sat back and smiled
Black on black lies is worse than black on black crime
The Jews share their truth on how to make a dime
Most black men couldn't balance a checkbook
But buy a new car, talkin' 'bout "how my neck look?"
Well... it all looks great
Four hundred years later, we buyin' our own chains
The light is before us brothers, so the devil workin' hard
Real family stick together and see through the mirage
The smokescreens, perceptions of false reality
Who the real owner if your boss gets a salary?
I am one with the people
I am one with the people (real)
I've been woken from enlightened man's dream
Checkin' Instagram comments to crowdsource my self esteem
Let me not say too much or do too much
Cause if I'm up way too much, I'm out of touch
I'm prayin' a out-of-body experience will happen
So the people can see my light, now it's not just rappin'
God, I have humbled myself before the court
Drop my ego and confidence was my last resort
I know, I know he got a plan, I know I'm on your beams
One set of footsteps, you was carryin' me
When I turned on the news and they was buryin' me
One set of footsteps, you was carryin' me
When I was negotiatin' with Apple, it was Larry and me
Told Tim Cook to call me, I was scary to see
I would've took a hundred million and gave 20 to Hov
I heard it's the way they did it when we only had a stove
But it's better that I stayed at home with my folks
Cause if Jay a billionaire then I'ma never go broke
Only thing I ask is next time I'm on stage we all go
We all go
Not just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo
She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo
Modern day MJ with a off the wall flow

Lol is that the Red House Painters dude?

Tom Waits is the best,no doubt.

"Come On! Feel The Illinoise!" lyrics
Sufjan Stevens Lyrics
"Come On! Feel The Illinoise!"

[Part 1: World's Columbian Exposition]

Oh, great intentions
I've got the best of interventions
But when the ads come
I think about it now

In my infliction
Entrepreneurial condition
Take us to glory
I think about it now

Cannot conversations cull united nations?
If you've got the patience, celebrate the ancients
Cannot all creation call it celebration?
Or united nation, put it to your head

Oh, great white city
I've got the adequate committee
Where have your walls gone?
I think about it now

Chicago, in fashion
The soft drinks, expansion
Oh, Columbia
From Paris, incentive
Like Cream of Wheat invented
The Ferris wheel

Oh, great intentions
Covenant with the imitation
Have you no conscience?
I think about it now

Oh, God of Progress
Have you degraded or forgot us?
Where have your laws gone?
I think about it now

Ancient hieroglyphic or the South Pacific
Typically terrific, busy and prolific
Classical devotion, architect promotion
Lacking in emotion, think about it now

Chicago, the New Age
But what would Frank Lloyd Wright say?
Oh, Columbia
Amusement or treasure
These optimistic pleasures
Like the Ferris wheel

Cannot conversations cull united nations?
If you've got the patience, celebrate the ancients
Columbia

[Part 2: Carl Sandburg Visits Me in a Dream]

I cried myself to sleep last night
And the ghost of Carl
He approached my window
I was hypnotized
I was asked to improvise
On the attitude, the regret
Of a thousand centuries of death

Even with the heart of terror and the superstitious wearer
I am riding all alone, I am writing all alone
Even in my best condition, counting all the superstition
I am riding all alone, I am running all alone

And we laughed at the beatitudes of a thousand lines
We were asked at the attitudes, they reminded us of death

Even with the rest belated, everything is antiquated
Are you writing from the heart, are you writing from the heart?
Even in his heart, the Devil has to know the water level
Are you writing from the heart, are you writing from the heart?

And I cried myself to sleep last night
For the Earth, and materials, they may sound just right to me

Even with the rest belated, everything is antiquated
Are you writing from the heart, are you writing from the heart?
Even in his heart, the Devil has to know the water level
Are you writing from the heart, are you writing from the heart?

So I walked into the haze
And a million dirty ways
Now I see you lying there
Like a lie low losing air, air

Black rocks and shoreline sand
Still that summer I cannot bare
And I wipe the sand of my arms
The Spanish Sahara, the place that you'd wanna
Leave the horror here

Forget the horror here
Forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and then it's future dust

Forget the horror here
Forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and then it's future dust

Now the waves they drag you down
Carry you to broken ground
Though I find you in the sand
Wipe you clean with dirty hands

So goddamn this boiling space
The Spanish Sahara, the place that you'd wanna
Leave the horror here

Forget the horror here
Forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and then it's future dust

I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
'Cause I am

I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
'Cause I am

I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
'Cause I am

Forget the horror here
Forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and it's future dust

Choir of furies in your head
Choir of furies in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
'Cause I am

I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
'Cause I am

Choir of furies in your head
Choir of furies in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
'Cause I am

>there's repetition in music

Wow

...

Starry eyes
Willow trees, streetlights and butterflies
In the childhood years
Open fields, bumble bees and dandelions

Materials
June bugs and bottles glow emerald
In the childhood years
Spiderwebs, thunderclouds and animals

We'll teach you how to close your eyes
We'll teach you how to close your eyes
We'll teach you how to close your eyes
Don't worry love
It's just a vale of tears

Neither found or lost
Neither frail or numb to the cost
Neither ill or well
An empty shell
Waiting 'til the end is near
Through a vale or tears

Starry eyes
Flashlights and shadows so wonderful
Don't you agree?
In the childhood years
Fireworks and sunlight so beautiful
How can this be?

We'll teach you how to run and hide
We'll teach you how to run and hide
We'll teach you how to run and hide
Don't worry love
It's just a vale of tears

Neither found or lost
Neither frail or numb to the cost
Neither ill or well
An empty shell
Waiting 'til the end is near
Through a vale or tears

Neither found or lost
Neither frail or numb to the cost
Neither ill or well
An empty shell
Waiting 'til the end is near
Neither high or low
Neither false or true when you know
Neither ill or well
An empty shell
Waiting 'til the end is near
Through a vale or tears
Through a vale or tears

N I C K C A V E

Most of this doesn't mean anything

tchaikovsky

How often do you read the imagists?

tom waits you fucking idiots

For context of her work:

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 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

kys

I like Stevens but you can't really separate his lyrics from the music, they loose most of their value.

I DECREE TODAY THAT LIFE IS SIMPLY TAKING AND NOT GIVING
ENGLAND IS MINE
IT OWES ME A LIVING

Country Dumb

I come from a long line in history of dreamers
Each one more tired than the one before
All of us too poor to pay attention
Sweet dreamin’ was all we could afford
They say that even in the worst hope overcometh
But not in this cold lonely world of mine
So if your warm thoughts ever wander up to good heavens
Say a prayer of hope for my driftin’, sweet dreamin’ mind

We are not what you call over-comers
We are failures each and every one
We’re the kind who will always need a Saviour
The kind who play country dumb

I come from a long line in history of dreamers
Too broke down to frankly my dear give a good god dime
Too poor in spirit to rent to own it alone
Even qualify for that ever elusive pre-approved new lease on life

We’re the kind who never take responsibility
Yeah the only thing I will ever take from you will be my leave
And the only good thing I’ll ever give to you will be my good grief
I’ve counted the cost sister Christian I know that Jesus saves cuz nothing in this cold lonely world is for free!

There are reasons that I was alone when I met you
Reasons that go back a long long way in time
There are reasons that I am surely going to leave you
They come from a circle in history woman that ain’t hardly even mine
And in this unbroken circle I will be the first at the end of the line

We’re the kind who start the books but who just do not finish
We’re the kind who have 10,000 would-be-great, ungrateful, too-long, run-on songs
We’re the kind still stuck in the past but who see well into the circle future
You see I miss you woman and baby you ain’t even yet gone
You see I miss you babe and woman you ain’t even yet gone

I come from a long line in history of dreamers
Each one more tired than the one before
All of us too poor to pay attention
Sweet dreamin’ was all we could afford

We are not what you call over-comers
We are failures each and every one
We’re the kind who will always need a Saviour
The kind who play country dumb

That's horrid

>at the local public library
>browsing the foreign poetry section
>find a Bob Dylan "lyrical anthology"
>grab it and place it in the comic book section

[Lyric Note]
Shortly after his liaison with the taco stand lady, JOE makes a horrible discovery...

[Verse 1: Joe]
Why does it hurt when I pee?
Why does it hurt when I pee?
I don't want no doctor
To stick no needle in me
Why does it hurt when I pee?

[Verse 2: Joe]
I got it from the toilet seat
I got it from the toilet seat
It jumped right up
And grabbed my meat
Got it from the toilet seat

[Instrumental]
Aaaaah!

[Verse 3: Joe]
My balls feel like a pair of maracas
My balls feel like a pair of maracas
Oh God, I probably got the
Gon-o-ka-ka-khackus!
My balls feel like a pair of maracas
Ai-ee-ai-ee-ahhhh!

[Outro]
Why does it, why does it
Why does it, why does it hurt when I Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

Apparently the Nobel Committee pays attention to Bob Dylan's lyrics, since he won the Nobel Prize For Literature for them.

JERRY WAS A RACE CAR DRIVER
HE DROVE A RACE CAR
DRIVING A RACE CAR'S FUN
LEL

CALL ANY VEGETABLE
AND THE CHANCES ARE GOOD
THAT A VEGETABLE WILL RESPOND TO YOOOOOUUUUUUU

Jimi Hendrix is the only influence I've heard him cite.

Mimimimimimimi
Mimimi only mimi
Mimimimimimimi
Mimimi sexy mi

Mimimimimimimi
Mimimi only mimi
Mimimimimimimi
Mimimi sexy mi

Hush now!
I can, motherocker give u complete bliss!
I got your 'Wow wow!'
Look at my bottom, give it a kiss'
I am so super pupper drupper,
I'm the front girl in round!
I am so cool with my fashion pink lips
Stacking money rolls down'
All the boys say: 'Wow wow!'
Girls in the back same: 'Wow wow!'
Enter the party,
Call me dandy candy cause I'm high, high!
I am so super pupper drupper,
I'm the front girl in round!
I am so cool with my awesome big tits
On the ground!

Mimimimimimimi
Mimimi only mimi
Mimimimimimimi
Mimimi Sexy me

Mimimimimimimi
Mimimi only mimi
Mimimimimimimi
Mimimi sexy mi

Yo yo
I pull up in Lamba!
I pull up in my Louboutin!
I pull up phone in my hand and ice on my bracelet and all I've got'
I am so super pupper drupper
I'm the front girl in round
I am so cool with my sexy bad hips
When I am walking down'
All the boys say: 'Wow wow!'
Girls in the back same: 'Wow wow!'
Enter the party,
Call me dandy candy cause I'm high, high!
I am so super pupper drupper
I'm the front girl in round!
I am so cool with my awesome big tits
On the ground!

>COME UP AND GEEEEET MEEEE

>not one mention of Paul Simon

Veeky Forums I am disappoint.

youtube.com/watch?v=Gs-BK_BxY2g

>No John Darnielle
he even wrote a book ffs