Veeky Forums lyricists

I think Beware has one of the most lit lyrics in hip-hop

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

Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage

Cast in this unlikely role
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact

Living in a fish eye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can't pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend

All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage

mah nigga

help, I'm looking for someone willing to post this album in these threads should I happen to be absent.

Track: I Lost Something in the Hills

Every time I shed tears
In the last past years
When I pass through the hills
Oh what images return
Oh I yearn
For the roots of the woods
That origin of all my strong and strange moods
I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills

I grew up in declivities
Others grow up in cities
Where first love and soul takes rise
There were times in my life
When I felt mad and deprived
And only the slopes gave me hope
When I pass through the leg-high grass I shall die
Under the jasmin I shall die
And the elder tree
I need not try to prepare for a new coming day
Where is it that fills the deepness I feel
You will say I'm not Robin the Hood
But how could I hide from top to foot
That I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
Oh I lost something in the hills

Now I lean on my window sill
And I cry, though it's silly
And I'm dreaming of off and away
Oh I know further west these hills exist
Marked by apple trees marked by a straight brook
That leads me wherever I want it to
Well I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
Oh I lost something in the hills

Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day’s return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn

The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it’s alright for some

And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe

A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips

But what does it mean to you? I get the other lines but not this one.

I was a stranger
When I came to town
Just yesterday
I was a stranger
They don't come much stranger

So why
Why did you believe
All every word I said
Why did you believe
Believe a stranger
A stranger

And why do you women in this town
Let me look at you so bold
When you have seen what I was
In the last town
In the last town
You should have seen what I was
If I was a stranger
I was worse than a stranger
I was well-known

Whenever I get dressed up
I feel like an ex-con
Trying to make good

Jean jacket and tie
Feel like such a lie
When I go to your house
I feel like I'm
Casing the joint
In the grocery store
In line behind a mother and a child
I'm going to take take that child
I'm going to take take that child
I'm going to take take that child

See because alone in my room
I feel like such a part of the community
But out on the streets
I feel like a robot by the river

Alone in my room
I feel such a warmth for the community
But out on the streets
I feel like a robot by the river
Looking for a drink

Julien Baker - Brittled Boned

The low, electric glow – static snows in the lobby
Dull TV, magazines, waiting rooms can't hide me
From the sting, paper sheets, bloodwork and the IV
And the whirring machines while the nurses reassure me:
This will be quick and easy, I'm not gonna feel a thing
Lie and say it'll be alright, like a stray falling asleep
Cause I'm so good at hurting myself

Pulse is slow, faint metronome on my left side beneath my protruding spine
You can hardly hear at night
White flag, blindfold covering my sunken eyes
And a line of rifles aimed at my sick mind

Cause I'm so good at hurting myself

>link
youtube.com/watch?v=Lw-qbPq1y70

Your long hair – a short walk
My biggest fear and a slow watch
In the thin air my ribs creak
Like wooden dining chairs when you see me
Always scared that every situation ends the same
With a blank stare
Me and the tap water circling the sink drain
Because it's heavy
But I'm trying really hard to keep my nose clean
And the blue out of my arms
But it's not easy

It's not easy when what you think of me is important
And I know it shouldn't be so damn important
But it is to me
And I'm only ever screaming at myself in public
(I know I shouldn't act this way in public)
I know I shouldn't make my friends all worry
When I go out at night
And grind my teeth like sutures
My mouth like a wound
When I stay up and throw my voice about you
Or less about you
And more about how I ruin everything I think could be good news

youtube.com/watch?v=YpWJbZLrdAE

means psychedelics make you 'alone' or a stranger to your family/friends (they appear ugly/undesirable).

Rush
"The Pass"

Proud swagger out of the school yard
Waiting for the world's applause
Rebel without a conscience
Martyr without a cause

Static on your frequency
Electrical storm in your veins
Raging at unreachable glory
Straining at invisible chains

And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge
Staring down into a heartless sea
Can't face life on a razor's edge
Nothing's what you thought it would be

All of us get lost in the darkness
Dreamers learn to steer by the stars
All of us do time in the gutter
Dreamers turn to look at the cars
Turn around and turn around and turn around
Turn around and walk the razor's edge
Don't turn your back
And slam the door on me

It's not as if this barricade
Blocks the only road
It's not as if you're all alone
In wanting to explode

Someone set a bad example
Made surrender seem all right
The act of a noble warrior
Who lost the will to fight

And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge
Staring down into a heartless sea
Done with life on a razor's edge
Nothing's what you thought it would be

No hero in your tragedy
No daring in your escape
No salutes for your surrender
Nothing noble in your fate
Christ, what have you done?

No nit not
Nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey
Alife my larder
Alife my larder

I can't forsake you
Or forsqueak you
Alife my larder
Alife my larder
Confiscate
Or make you late you, you
Alife my larder
Alife my larder

Not nit not
Nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey

Burlybunch, the water mole
Hellyplop and fingerhole
Not a wossit, bundy, see
For jangle and bojangle
Trip trip pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim
Alife my larder
Alife my larder

Gay ass cookie cutter responses posted every single fucking thread, expand taste pls

In the garden of England dead moles lie inside their holes
The dead-end tunnels crumble in the rain underfoot
Innit a shame?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Roots can't hold them
Bugs console them
I fight with the handle of my little brown broom
I pull out the wires of the telephone
I hurt in the head and
I hurt in the acting bone
Now
I smash up the telly with remains of the broken phone
I fighting for the crust of the little brown loaf
I want it I want it I want it give it to me
(I give it you back when I finish the lunchtea)
I lie in the road try to trip up the passing cars
Yes me and the hedgehog
We bursting the tyres all day
As we roll down the highway towards the setting sun
I reflect on the life of the Highwayman yum yum
Now I smash up the telly and what's left of
The broken phone

seconded

Harper

I never know what kind of day it is on my battlefield of ideals
But the way she touches and the way it feels, must be just how it heals
Ah but it's got a little better since I let her sundance

I never know what time of year it is living on top of the fire
But the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold frosty shire
Ah but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm ears
And he's got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears

He spreads her a shelter
She takes the tall skies
As they helter skelter
Along the same sighs

And she wakes my days with a glad face
She fakes and says I'm a hard case
She makes and plays like a bad ace
Carrying my ways into scarred space
And she knows me well
Ah but what the hell
Only time can tell, where we're going to

Me and my woman
Me and my little woman

And the Lord speaks out and the pigpens fawn
The sword slides out and the nations mourn
The hoard strides out and the chosen spawn
The devil rides out and the heavens yawn
And he knows me well
Ah but what the hell
Only time can tell, where we're going to

Me and my woman
Me and my woman
Me and my little woman

What a lovely day
What a day to play at living
What a mess we make
What a trust we break
Not giving our wings to our children
O how we fail them
O how we nail them

Sunset my colour
And king is my name
Darkness she's my lover
And we live in shame

Too far away
From the light of the day
And so near, and so near, here
Can I break through the silence that has taken my place
On the plains of the morning that I just could not face

Asking you these questions
Telling you these lies
Enveloping directions
Developing disguise
Open to suggestions
But closed to all my eyes

Dead on arrival, right where I stand
Dead on arrival, right where I stand
Dead on arrival, right where I stand

Space is just an ashtray
Flesh is my best wheel
The atmosphere's my highway
And the landscape's my next meal
I need my own Good Friday
And I'm trying my best to fix the deal

Dead on arrival, right where I stand
Dead on arrival, right where I stand
Dead on arrival, right where I stand
Dead on arrival, right where I stand

I am the new crowned landlord
Of all beneath my star
Queuing up for doomsday
In my homesick motor car
Born before my mother
Died before my Pa

Dead on arrival, right where I stand
Dead on arrival, right where I stand
Dead on arrival, right where I stand
Dead on arrival, right where I stand

The cuckoo, she moves through the dawn fanfare
The dew leaves the roofs in the magic air
Feel a finger running through my nightmare's lair
Feel most together with my nowhere stare
And you know me well
Ah but what the hell
Only time can tell, where I'm going to

He's essentially saying normal things in life are rougher when youre alone..
People seem uglier and stranger after extended periods of isolation

Unironically Rammstein (check the German for the rythm):

Sonntag auf der Ammerwiese
hütet Gänse brav die Liese
Da kommt Jakob angerannt,
hält eine Sichel in der Hand

Diese schiebt er hin und wieder
dem Lieschen unter Rock und Mieder
Er will sie kosten, will sie zwingen
und der Bub’ wird dazu singen

Liebe Liese, lass die Gänse,
ich will von deiner Haut probieren
Vom Blute rostig ist die Sense,
bist du freundlich nicht zu mir

Der Jakob darf vom Lieschen lecken
und sie wird nach Birne schmecken
Sich kleine Härchen aufgestellt,
eilen sie zum Weizenfeld

In der Goldflut gut versteckt,
hat er die Liese angesteckt
Hält bis zum Abend sie eng umschlungen
und hat in das Kind gesungen

Liebe Liese lass die Gänse,
ich will von deiner Haut probieren
Vom Blute rostig ist die Sense,
bist du freundlich nicht zu mir

Liebe Liese, lass die Gänse,
ich will von deiner Haut probieren
Vom Blute rostig ist die Sense,
bist du freundlich nicht zu mir
_________

Sunday at Bunting Meadow
Liese virtuously herds the Geese
Then Jakob comes running up
holding a sickle in his hand

This he pushes here and there
Little Liese under her skirt and bodice
He wants to taste her, wants to force her
and the boy will sing then

Dear Liese, let the geese be,
I want to try your skin
The scythe is rusty from the blood,
if you are not friendly to me.

Jakob is allowed to lick little Liese
and it shall taste like pear
Small hairs erected
they hurry to the wheatfield.

In the golden flood* well hidden
He has infected Liese
He held her until the evening, embracing her tightly
and sung into the child

Dear Liese, let the geese be,
I want to try your skin
The scythe is rusty from the blood,
if you are not friendly to me.

Dear Liese, let the geese be,
I want to try your skin
The scythe is rusty from the blood,
if you are not friendly to me.

I was about to post Death Grips. Great sense of rhythm, great images.

Whitehouse have some of the most musical texts I've ever heard on a song. Lyrics are in the video.

youtube.com/watch?v=KjAF7D4l91M

youtube.com/watch?v=2CTbycx2Pfo

This is easily one of the most overlooked storytelling songs in hip-hop

youtube.com/watch?v=6rve9-hrt_E

>Joni Mitchell
>Lupe Fiasco

Mangum, unironically

Lil Pump "Gucci Gang"

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yeah
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yeah
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Lyrics continue below

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My lean cost more than your rent, ouu
Your momma still live in a tent, yeah
Still slanging dope in the jets, huh
Me and my grandma take meds, ouu
None of this shit be new to me
Fucking my teacher, call it tutory
Bought some red bottoms, cost hella Gs
Fuck your airline, fuck your company
Bitch your breath smell like some cigarettes
I'd rather fuck a bitch from the projects
They kicked me out the plane off a percocet
Now Lil Pump fly a private jet
Everybody screaming "fuck west jet!"
Lil Pump still sell that meth
Hunnid on my wrist sippin on Tech
Fuck a lil bitch, make her pussy wet
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang

>Any books with this feel btw?

It's not in my mind
It's not in my mind
Na a na not in my mind
Na a na not in my mind
We're on an infinite line
We're on an infinite line
Get out of my mind
Get out of my mind
Ge ge ge get out
Ge ge ge get out
God I can fly
God I can fly
We're on a ladder to god
We're on a ladder to god
Ladder to god
Ladder to god
Space cunt
Brain wash
Star dust
Space fuck- cunt
Cunt

Ge ge ge ladder to god
Ge ge ge ladder to god
Get fucked
Get fucked
We're on a ladder to god
We're on a ladder to god

We are blessed
We are blessed
Fuck
Bliss
Fuck
Bliss

>has to make a joke, as if Veeky Forums doesn't know who Whitehouse is

piss off

Phil Elverum

Father, we fled your house of grey.
We ran from home to seek a place where our bodies would never grow.
Dreamer, child, be cautious of this world!
She has an appetite for boys and girls and she’s hungry for your soul.
Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky!
Keep your feet on the ground kid, only birds were meant to fly.
Keep your head from the clouds kid, keep your wings,
Always keep them by your side.
Before you fly, you’ll fall,
Before you walk, you’ll crawl….
You’ve no need to stitch your shadow to your heels,
No, not this time.
Son you’ll walk with no whisper, no sound,
Only the feet of the heavy hearted are held to the ground.
You’ve no need to draw the curtains son, throw them wide.
Cross the borders between the never and the night.
Find the twinkle in your smile, chase it on ‘til morning,
Past the second star to the right.
We’ll be the smoke curling on the still.
The airship captains; we wait for sun to brush the hills.
Son, I share your windward dreams,
To soar from this little town of shacked up windows and swinging doors!
The rafters creak and the floorboards groan
While the shadows dance to the tapping of my toes.
There’s nothing left for us but altitude,
We’ll be the kings of the air.
Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors.
Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze.

>YOUR NAME IS FUCK

desu can't wait for m giras next book, the consumer showed promise.

Foo Fighters - Dirty Water

I've been drinking dirty water
But I've been here before, after all
The witching hour is upon us
So you and I can sing haunted songs
In my dreams I'm climbing ladders
And then I tumble down, rung by rung
And I keep on falling faster
The heart is echoing, on and on
On and on
I feel an earthquake coming on
I feel the metal in my bones
I'm a natural disaster
You're the morning after all my storms
You're my sea of poison flowers
Standing in the sun, row by row
I've been drinking dirty water
The taste of sweet revenge, best served cold
All we know
I feel an earthquake coming on
I feel the metal in my bones
I'm a natural disaster
And you're the morning after all my storms

source? When will it be released?

>geddy lee
neal peart is rush's lyricist though

So what do you think are Geezer best lyrics? I think Sabbath Bloody Sabbath was his finest moment. Spiral Architect in particular.

Peter Sinfeild of early King Crimson's underrated.

Plato's spawn cold ivyed eyes
Snare truth in bone and globe
Harlequins coin pointless games
Sneer jokes in parrot's robe
Two women weep, dame Scarlet screen
Sheds sudden theater rain,
Whilst dark in dream the midnight queen
Knows every human pain

In air, fire, earth and water
World on the scales
Air, fire, earth and water
Balance of change
World on the scales
On the scales

Bishop's kings spin judgment's blade
Scratch "faith" on nameless graves
Harvest hags hoard ash and sand
Rack rope and chain for slaves
Who fireside fear fermented words
Then rear to spoil the feast
Whilst in the aisle the mad man smiles
To him it matters least

Heroes hands drain stones for blood
To whet the scaling knife
Magi blind with visions light
Net death in dread of life
Their children kneel in jesus till
They learn the price of nail,
Whilst all around our mother earth
Waits balanced on the scales

Oh i mean there haven't been any announcements or anything, i just know he's talked a lot about wanting to write again and said that with Swans ending he might take some time to write something.

We sail through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears
Light of the night
The earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze
In orbit always
While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks down from night
And so we pass on by the crimson eye
Of great god mars
As we travel the universe

Maybe not his best but my favorite.

Mikael Akerfeldt

The Lotus Eater

The liquid is in your throat
For hopeless delight

After all you fell in love with death,
Life has aborted.
All you've had and all you became,
The night is calling, you pray forth.

The barren waste is your land
Your crops, they were sown to die

The skin is a mirror
The eyes hollow with ignorance
Health runs from your lips
Sucked in and safe in a world of sleep

All those years caring for a liar
A benefit road that is winding higher
You're a moth too close to the fire

You are stuck in a route of confusion
Changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all

Fleeing your sorrows
Pushing your spirit away

Sick of the weakness of the psyche
A whisper from the heart of evil luring them all into despair
Resenting the goods of a savior

And cries out
For the restless will also die

A selection culled from the damned, drawing a lifeline of one
A friend died in your room and sought the birth of a follower

O brother, you are a killer and you target yourself
I wish you'd never come back for us to see the beckoning end

And the pride of a mother brought flaws in a mother's son
And the love from a father was used by a father's son

Overheard us talking in a smoke of lost hope
The language of a parting so clear and so true
Overheard us talking

I love you user, Although I prefer Heir Apparent from that album.

Ayo, I'ma explain why you prolly never see me
I push a Lamborghini, chocha magic like Houdini
My body shaped like Jeannie, booty dreamy, waist is teeny
Yes, I told him to get TIDAL, so he stream me when he leave me
I go hard in the booth, Biggie vibes, gimme the loot
I’m a classy millionaire, bitches ain’t got the couth
C-O-U-T-H 'cause you can’t spell it either
If I call him then he comin' home runnin', Derek Jeter
Bitches must be eatin' ass because I swear they’re bottom feeders
Hoe, you know that you my son, I shoulda scrapped you as a fetus
All these bitches rockin' inches 'cause they followin' the leader
I should switch it up on hoes and rock a Afro like Lupita's
I don’t keep up with the Joneses, but I do know Catherine Zeta
I’m with Candice, TT, Thembi, and Viola, mi amiga
Rap bitches, they gotta check in with the Queen
I’m the Alpha, the Omega, everything in between, uh

Leonard Cohen would have been a solid choice if he hadn't died.

I was not kidding though, and I honestly don't care if lit knows who they are :(

Pink Floyd has some good lyrics, not as good as KC's but still good

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

Les coquillages figurant
Sous les sunlights cassés liquides
Jouent de la castagnette tant
Qu'on dirait l'Espagne livide
Dieux des granits, ayez pitié
De leur vocation de parure
Quand le couteau vient s'immiscer
Dans leur castagnette figure
Et je voyais ce qu'on pressent
Quand on pressent l'entrevoyure
Entre les persiennes du sang
Et que les globules figurent
Une mathématique bleue,
Dans cette mer jamais étale
D'où me remonte peu à peu
Cette mémoire des étoiles

Cette rumeur qui vient de là
Sous l'arc copain où je m'aveugle
Ces mains qui me font du fla-fla
Ces mains ruminantes qui meuglent
Cette rumeur me suit longtemps
Comme un mendiant sous l'anathème
Comme l'ombre qui perd son temps
À dessiner mon théorème
Et sur mon maquillage roux
S'en vient battre comme une porte
Cette rumeur qui va debout
Dans la rue, aux musiques mortes
C'est fini, la mer, c'est fini
Sur la plage, le sable bêle
Comme des moutons d'infini...
Quand la mer bergère m'appelle

I was driving doing nothing on the shores of Great Salt Lake
When they put it on the air, I put it in the hammer lane
I soon forgot myself and I forgot about the brake
I forgot about all laws and I forgot about the rain
They were talking on the 9 and all across the Amy band
Across the road they were turning around and headed south with me
It got so crowded on the road I started driving in the sand
My head was feeling scared but my heart was feeling free
The desert turned to mud, it seems that everybody heard
Everybody was remembering to forget they had the chills
Then I heard the voices on a broadcast from up on the bird
They were getting interviewed by some good man whose name was Bill
I'm almost there to Vegas where they're putting on a show
They've come so far, I've lived this long at least
I must just go and say hello

>Foo fighters
>Rammstein
>Jay-I'm only famous because the good rappers shot each other-Z
>CTR+F
>0 results for Tom Waits

the absolute state of Veeky Forums.

And so my story winds on down toward an ending that's been found to come whenever all is said and done. I've lived my life and taken chances and if some were strange by standards that were less important than my needs, then I guess I could be crooked, evil, bent and twisted, looking down upon the strings I tried to pull.

But I see the strings extending up and down and never ending as we dance around our selves and jerk to all the tunes that only we hear and the voices only we fear, each inside an island all alone. But the contact that we do make, as we give and take abuse stays, and its value only multiplies.

Yes I'm alone, but not forgotten, for each comes and sees me often, sitting on a seat beside my bed, and we laugh and reminisce about a life that once was bliss before an act of passion made us part. Of course they'll always be together, but their bond is made of leather not the flesh and blood it used to be. They're still full of life and healing, but it has a different feeling and only for the few that seek their sort of pain and pleasure when they merge and give into insistent urgency that lives for seconds at a time.

For pain and pleasure are the twins that slightly out of focus spin around us till we finally understand that everything that gives us pleasure also gives us pain to measure it by. And I also realize that that all our lives we love illusion, neatly caught between confusion and the need to know we are alive.

This is the end

Another on the same album:

I told them how my wife had fallen into sickness. They had to call out her name with questions on her tongue. We had always been so happy that at first I wasn't sad because I thought my love could keep her strong

But I never thought so wrongly for the fever fought too strongly and it seemed she never fought at all.

Soon she died, and I despaired upon the love seat we had shared so many times on pleasant afternoons. I tried and tried to understand why love itself could not command my true love from the comas of her mind.

Now, empty, open and foreboding, stretching out like darkened clothing somehow stained with silence and with fear. Death had brought its separation, giving me an education of a dull and slowly drifting day. I filled my emptiness with sorrow, taking what I could not borrow from the friends I finally drove away.

This is the sad part.
Oh, it's such a sad part.

Yes, my life was nearly ruined, till I saw what you were doing. Now, now I strive to keep on serving you. Life is good but I am better, for I feel at last I let her go because I finally found the truth. Sadly now, I see the answer. All her life she was a dancer, but no one ever played the song she knew.

God said: don't give me your tin horn(2)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(3)

Night is falling like a bloody axe
Lies and rumors and the wind at my back
Hand on the wheel and gravel on the road(4)
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(5)and the laws of man
Still living in the palm of the grace of your hand

The world's not easy, the blind man said
Turns on nothing but money and dread
Dog's been scratching at the door all nite
Long neck birds flying out of the moonlight

chorus

Smack dab(6)in the middle of a dirty lie
The star spangled glitter of his one good eye
Everybody knows that the game was rigged(7)
Justice wears suspenders and a powdered wig

Dark town alley's 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?

chorus

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
Take the sins of my mother
And 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(8)
A long black overcoat will show no stain

Feel the heat and the burn on your back
The rip and the moan 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
Take the sins of my mother
And take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond
Down to the pond

They'll hang me in the morning on a scaffold(9)yea big
To dance upon nothing to the Tyborn Jig(10)
Treats you like a puppet when you're under his spell
Oh the heart is heaven but the mind is hell

All the lyrics here are so pretentious and long-winded, what are some good artists that keep things short and simple, but still manage to be poetic and touching?

I like Jesse Winchester a lot for this reason, he feels like that sweet folksy grandfather of yours who would tell you stories of how he grew up and the things he learned as a young man that you wished you'd paid more attention to before he died.

youtube.com/watch?v=RJX0uGIJA3Q

If the wheel is fixed
I would still take a chance
If we're treading on thin ice
Then we might as well dance
So I play the fool
But I can't sit still
Help me get this rock
To the top of this hill
Do it
'Til we're sick of it
Do it 'till you can't do it no more

youtu.be/lAVl3PjTwbk

>what are some good artists that keep things short and simple, but still manage to be poetic and touching?
Townes Van Zandt

I heard her sing in tongues of silver
I heard her cry on a summer storm
I loved her but she did not know it
So I don't think about her anymore
Now she's gone and I can't believe it
So I don't think about her anymore

If three and four was seven only
Where would that leave one and two?
If love can be and still be lonely
Where does that leave me and you?
Time there was, and time there will be
Where does that leave me and you?

If I had a buckskin stallion
I'd tame him down and ride away
If I had a flying schooner
I'd sail into the light of day
If I had your love forever
Sail into the light of day

Pretty songs and pretty places
Places that I've never seen
Pretty songs and pretty faces
Tell me what their laughter means
Some look like they'll cry forever
Tell me what their laughter means

youtube.com/watch?v=zJN5W-EreVs

also this one from his later years

youtube.com/watch?v=kepfnsVFFag

I stood in line and left my name
took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
said they'd let me know
I put in my time till the Pocono line
shut down two years ago
I was staying at the mission till I met Marie
now I can't stay there no more

Fella 'cross town said he's lookin' for a man
to move some old cars around
maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm just dreamin', I ain't got no ride
and the junkyard's a pretty good ways
that job's about a half week old besides
it'd be gone now anyway

Unemployment said I got no more checks
and they showed me to the hall
my brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn't bad below the bridge
a little short on food that's all
Now I gotta get Marie some kind of coat
we're headed down into fall

I used to play the mouth harp pretty good
hustled up a little dough
but I got drunk and I woke up rolled
a couple of months ago
they got my harp and they got my dollar
them low life so and so's
harps cost money and I ain't got it
it's my own fault I suppose

The Pocono's down but the Chesapeak's runnin'
two freights everyday
if it was just me I'd be headed south
but Marie can't catch no train
She's got some pain and she thinks it's a baby,
says we gotta wait and see
in my heart I know it's a little boy
hope he don't end up like me

Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line again
I want to kill him but I just say no
I had enough of that line my friend
I head back to the bridge, its getting kinda cold
I'm feelin' too low down to lie
I guess I'll just tell Marie the truth
hope she don't break down and cry

Marie she didn't wake up this morning
she didn't even try
she just rolled over and went to heaven
my little boy safe inside
I laid them in the sun where somebody'd find them
caught a Chesapeak on the fly
Marie will know I'm headed south
so's to meet me by and by

Marie will know I'm headed south
so to meet me by and by

My favorite Pixies song. It's simultaneously mundane and wistful

Why do they always send the poor?
Barbarisms by barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victorious kneel
For brand new spankin' deals
Marching forward hypocritic and
Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into fort knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine

Blood never forgets but who protects the memories when we bleed each other from the vein?

this. forget tracks. you've got albums worth. blood money, Alice, bone machine, rain dogs, black rider.

Fucking YES. Read his novels, he's actually a really good writer, period. "And the Ass Saw the Angel" is stunningly good, given how young and uneducated he was.

I've seen him posted plenty. His poetry collections are decent, but nothing great.

I feel like 90% of his wrapping since the late 90's has been cash-grabbing. Which is pretty typical for most songwriters, imho.

The drummer actually writes all the lyrics, weirdly enough.

>Trip trip pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim
Garbage-tier.

I would not have guessed. Right on.

oh my god you're kidding, right?

ma nigga

It's funny, that's the one song that lyrically seems deep to me. In terms of meter, though, on paper, it feels a bit flat.

that track and most of infamous does get credit. P's solo stuff however is overlooked. Albert Einstein, Return of the Mac, and HNIC are all flawless. In terms of Mobb Deep, hell on earth is their best work. P was at his absolute prime on that record. the last verse of Hell on earth/front lines is my favorite verse in hip hop history

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud's illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all
Moons and Junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way that you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way
But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away
I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all
Tears and fears and feeling proud,
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way
But now old friends they're acting strange
They shake their heads, they tell me that I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day.
I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all