Post your favourite Veeky Forums lyrics

Joanna Newsom

>music
>from a literary standpoint

Fine. Lyrics from a literary standpoint, not how they support the music.

repugnant is the creature
who would squander the ability
to lift his eyes to heaven, conscious
of our fleeting time here

>Dan Bejar of Destroyer
>Mark e smith of The Fall
>Elliott Smith

Mangum and Elverum, db8 me

this literally says
"a man cannot be a god"
except you used more words. good job you dweeb you missed the whole point.

>here
ruined it

How in the the FUCK did you get that from that?

John Cale's lyrics are great
70s art rock was great for lyrics in general (Patti Smith, Bowie, Eno, Talking Heads, Lou Reed, etc.)

Uma das letras mais lindas da música lusófona.

Phil is an amazing lyricist, you come for the feels but you stay for his near Whitman-like ability to weave nature and existential themes into his lyrics

*blocks the path of everyone itt*

Os serões habituais
As conversas sempre iguais
Os horóscopos, os signos e ascendentes
Mais a vida da outra sussurrada entre os dentes
Os convites nos olhos embriagados
Os encontros de novo adiados
Nos ouvidos cansados ecoa
A canção de Lisboa

Não está só a solidão
Há tristeza e compaixão
Quando sono acalma os corpos agitados
Pela noite atirados contra colções errados
Há o silêncio de quem não ri nem chora
Há divórcio entre o dentro e o fora
E há quem diga que nunca foi boa
A canção de Lisboa

Mamã, mamã
Onde estás tu mamã
Nós sem ti não sabemos mamã
Libertar-nos do mal

A urgência de agarrar
Qualquer coisa para mostrar
Que afinal nos também temos mão na vida
Mesmo que seja a custa de a vivermos fingida
O estatuto para impressionar o mundo
Não precisa de ser mais profundo
Que o marasmo que nos atordoa
Ó canção de Lisboa

As vielas de néon
As guitarras já sem som
Vão mantendo viva a tradição da fome
Que a memória deturpa e o orgulho consome
Entre o orgasmo e a gruta ainda fria
O abandonado da carne vazia
Cada um no seu canto entoa
A canção de Lisboa

*solves sad lyrics*
>20 years later
*is the Joyce of music*

Mark Hollis' lyrics are really special
Pic related in particular. It's an album from a narrative perspective about a man hanging himself and his journey to the afterlife. It's quite frightening at parts but it's consistently beautiful, transcendental at parts.
Possibly the greatest album ever made

David Sylvian's usually pretty good lyrically

Mother I tried please believe me
I'm doing the best that I can
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through
I'm ashamed of the person I am

>She was into S&M and bible studies, not everyone's cup of tea, she would admit to me. Her cup of tea she would admit to no one.
The title track in this album is particular powerful. It chronicles the last days of multiple people's lives before they commit suicide.

She makes me so unsure of myself

...

Enough with the music threads. Go to mu you pseud fags.

No, you're wrong.

Ironically Slowdive is more about the vibe than the lyrics.

i actually dont speak portugese i just really love mpb but thank you both for the camraderie :’)

See

Yeah, torture motherfucker what?
(Torture nigga what?)
What?
I'll fucking
I'll fucking tie you to a fucking bedpost
with your ass cheeks spread out and shit
Right?
Put a hanger on a fucking stove and let that shit sit there
for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like
Tssssssss

Yeah, I'll fucking
Yeah I'll fucking lay your nuts on a fucking dresser
Just your nuts laying on a fucking dresser
And bang them shits with a spiked fucking bat
Oh
What's up? BLOW!

I'll fucking
I'll fucking pull your fucking tongue out your fucking mouth
and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLOW!
I'll fucking

I'll fucking
I'll fucking hang you by your fucking dick
off a fucking twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker

I'll fucking
I'll fucking
sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you
and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you

[Intro Part Two: Genius (all versions)]
Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice
Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?
Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
U-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN [x4]

[Verse One:]
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, Cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit that's the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow light me up
Upside downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this ain't your average flow
Coming like rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
It's the Method

[Break:]
All right, y'all get ya weed out, get ya meth, get your skins
Don't forget your forty
And we gonna do it like this

I got, fat bags of skunk
I got, White Owl dub
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted

I got, myself a forty
I got, myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes I'm about to go and stick it

[Verse Two:]
Uhh
H-U-F-F huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowing
Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes
Question what exactly is a panty raider
Ill behaviour, savior or major flavor
All of the above oh yeah plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm
For my, Su-per Sperm (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sess pass the Method
Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missles and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is calling me
P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the super sperm
Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie
Freak a flow and flow fancy free
Now how many licks does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd
and ya didn't have friends to begin with
I'm

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

[Outro: RZA]
Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa B'z on a swarm
(Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

[coughing]

(Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace)

Wow, did you know everything can be simplified?