Lyrics thread

I just tried this thread in /mu/ but it didn't quite work. Hopefully you people are more interested in words then them.

Post songs with the best lyrics you know. Any genre, any time, they just have to be good. Also any language, so long as we can find a translation online (or you feel like providing it yourself).

I'll start with a few of my own favourites.

> "The end" - The doors
> "When the music's over" - The doors
> "Thunder Road" - Bruce Springsteen
> "The house of the rising sun" - original author unknown, most renowned version is by The Animals
> "Jah live" - Bob Marley
> "In a manner of speaking" - Tuxedomoon
> "L.A. Woman" - The doors
> "La guerra di Piero" - Fabrizio de André
> "The sound of silence" - Simon and Garfunkel
> "Guns of Brixton" - originally by The Clash, I prefer the version by Nouvelle Vague
> "The Hurricane" - Bob Dylan
> "Stairway to heaven" - Led Zeppelin (mainstream as fug but I can't leave it out)
> "Wild Horses" - Rolling Stones
> "Sister morphine" - Rolling Stones
> "Feathery" - Milky Chance

I guess that'll do for now, although the list could go on a long way.

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>the doors
>stairway to heaven

go back to red dit friendo!

You are very welcome to post your favourites, which are surely way better than mine.
In fact that was kind of the point of the thread.

>"Gonna Hafta Fight" - S.O.A.
Some guys got your money
Theres two things you can do.
You can always give it up
but what does that leave you?

Some guy's got you cornered.
He thinks he got you licked
if you move too slow
your ass is gonna get kicked

You're gonna hafta fight
You're gonna hafta fight
Gonna hafta fight
Gonna hafta fight

Some guys got your friend
He wants to have a go
they're gonna to beat him up
if you move too slow

Gonna hafta fight
Gonna hafta fight
Gonna hafta fight
Gonna hafta fight

you're a fucking pleb phamme.

Oh wow what a great collection of favorite songs that have lyrics, high five, gold star, your a unique person with such interesting and thoughtful taste in music. I can't wait to meet you someday, where we can make sweet love in a public restroom and talk of our favorite delights for hours while driving old abandoned US highways.

> Implying not everyone here is

'The end' is one of my favourite songs but im not sure the lyrics alone stand out as amazing.

Anyway, off the top of my head:
>Paul Simon - Still crazy after all these years
>The Kinks - Strangers
>Father John Misty - The night john tillman came to our apt.
>The beach boys - A day in the life of a tree
>Talking Heads - Once in a lifetime
>Nick Drake - Northern Sky
>Bob Dylan - Its alright ma(im only bleeding)
>Nick Drake - River man
>Death cab for cutie - I will followw you into the dark

>Bob Dylan - Blowin' in the wind
>Bob Dylan - Mr Tambourine man
>Bob Dylan - It's alright ma(im only bleeding)
>Bob Dylan - Like a rollin' stone
>Bob Dylan - Hurricane
>Bob Dylan - Tangled up in blue

You one of the Nobel guys?

ashes and promises share a bond
through the winds of change
words are blown away
when visions that should be
are tattooed in your mind
the power to let go
is sometimes hard to find

the answer cannot be found
in the writing of others
or the words of a trained mind
in a precious world of memories
we finds ourselves confined

claws so razor sharp
ripping at the spirit

promises a potential to hurt
is anything real?
when forever is to be until
deep inside, in the world of empty words...
no escaping from those haunting
empty words...

do you ever feel it?
a craving that is so strong
to by thought rewind in order to find

expectations that shined through the doubt
that soon would turn into the price
of what a word will be worth
when tomorrow comes
to be and we are left
standing on our own -
and seeing what is real...

the answer cannot be found
in the writing of others
or the words of a trained mind
in a precious world of memories
we finds ourselves confined

claws so razor sharp
ripping at the spirit

promises a potential to hurt
is anything real?
when forever is to be until
deep inside, in the world of empty words...
no escaping from those haunting
empty words...

> "The house of the rising sun" - original author unknown, most renowned version is by The Animals

Fucking white people

Kids wear white garters and smell like their mothers
Whose husbands and fathers alike
Drink black beer in the same public houses
Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey
Mammies and daddies and skipping ropes
Lectures from priests living in hope
They've not mistaken the brand of their coats
Paid for by their spiritual teachings
A busy year this, the streets running red
How many sent to a nuptial bed
And how many sent home to a winter of graves
And how many wait in for the slaughter

Chorus:
Oh the holy ground
Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
Oh the holy ground
The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be

It's Easter again and we cannot forget
Brothers and sisters and all that was said
So practise your pipes, stand proud in the wet
But the eyes of the world are upon you

God in his mercy has given us men
To lead us to peace but they can't bring an end
To the profits that pay off the lease on the land
We still send them over the water
Seventeen years and Kelly is a man
Who stands on the street with a gun in his hand
Protecting the pipers that play in the band
While the enemy waits with an army

Chorus

Dia le hEireann, suckle the empire
Dia le hEireann, suffer the loss
Of the green to the blue while the media feeds
On the blood and the pain and the hatred
Father walks home on the colourless night
And the organisation has blinded his sight
His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight
In the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary

With quill and silver knife
She carved a poison pen
Wrote to her lover's wife:
"Your husband's seed has fed my flesh".

As if a leper's face
That tainted letter graced
The wife with choke-stone throat
Ran to the day with tear-blind eyes.

Impaled on nails of ice
And raked with emerald fire
The wife with soul of snow
With steady hands begins to write:

"I'm still, I need no life
To serve on boys and men
What's mine was yours is dead
I take my leave of mortal flesh"

The Brian Jonestown Massacre - Ballad of Jim Jones

I walked to New York
And back from LA
Lived on the mountain
And once by the bay
I bought an apartment
Yet In slept in the hay
But there's no place that's softer than (your arms)

Living today
Is just getting so bad
There's a look on your face
And it say's you've been had
Take all my money
But don't make me mad
'Cause there's nobody meaner than (me)

I prayed to Buddah,
To Allah and Jim
I turned to Jesus
And stayed there with him
I fell in deep
But I learned how to swim
Now there's nobody cleaner
Than me or than him

patrician, my man

There's only one line from an Italian song I know
"Sei bella da mordere i fili dell'alta tensione, sei bella da chiudersi in ascensore hon un testimone di Geova"
"You're so beautiful I'd bite the high tension cables, you're so beautiful I'd close myself with a Geova's witness"

>Boom na da noom na na nema
>Da boom na da noom na namena
>Da boom na ba noom na namena
>Da boom na da noom na namena
>Da boom na ba noom na namena
>Da boom na da noom na namena
>Da boom na ba noom na namena
>Da boom na da noom na namena
>Da boom na ba noom na namena
>Da boom na da noom na namena
>Da boom na ba noom na namena
>Da boom na da noom na namena
>Go!

>So fight! Something on the dum na ema
>Fight, sometimes they fight
>So! Something on the, dum na ema
>Fight, somethings they fight
>Fight! Something on the, dum na ema
>No, somethings they fight
>Fight! Something on the, dum na ema
>Buy, somethings they fight

Oh boy. Now we're talking quality.

Every Time I Die has been a perennial favourite of mine


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.

But that's true, The Animals are the ones who made it famous.
You have a better version yo suggest? I'd be interested in checking it out.

I drove up to the city at night and found the place where you grew up and then where you stayed and we walked around and stayed up late under city lights. I spent the night next to you in the place where you grew up, next to you, I miraculously woke up. In your parents' house, I lied in bed with you.
I went back to feel alone there. I went back to wipe it clean. I took the lights and radio towers out of my dreams.
We went all the way up to the small town where I'm from with foggy air and the wind and the mountain top. We clung to rocks and we looked off. You held my hand. You almost got to start feeling me. I finally felt like I was breathing free. Under swaying trees we fell asleep and we had the same dream. The stars were bright. We dream the same every night. On my island home I spent some time with you.
I went back to feel alone there. I went back there by myself. I gave up on everything that we'd felt.
We found a precious place in the sand right out in the wind and we lied under a blanket and heard the furious sound of roaring waves, the pounding surf, two bodies on the earth. It was intense just getting to be there next to you. You were trying to get me then, and I was happy to let you in.
I went back and wished I hadn't. I went back and felt regret. I went to the beach and I just started west.
Every night when the sun went down in the town where we lived the empty streets were lit up by reflected light from a distant sun bouncing off a glowing ball of rock. We just lied on the roof and watched the moon. The moon! The blue light of the moon. We didn't talk and silently we both felt powerful and, like the moon, my chest was full because we both knew we're just floating in space over molten rock and we felt safe and we discovered that our skin is soft. There's nothing left except certain death and that was comforting at night out under the moon.
I went out last night to forget that. I went out and stared it down. But the moon just stared back at me and in its light I saw my two feet on the ground.

The world was frozen
I left the studio
Night had fallen
The storm had cleared
The whole town had been abandoned except for me
I walked home beholding
The lights in the park
The moving trees
The silent corners
The world's new cloak
A final breath of storm blows snowdrifts in the street
Then blows away over the water
On an island
Across from town
Isolated
Close and alone
Looking across the water seeing people slowly living all their lives
This is the feeling from inside an island body
(Looking out from inside a sea of thoughts, distant and quiet.)
Tossed on the waves
Blown onto land
Grasping meaning
In churning mess
A moment of clear air breathing, seeing the expanse
Totally at peace with the meaninglessness of living
Drifting in a changing world
Alone
Reaching for a solid thing
In vain
The stone dissolves in the same wind I swim through
Where I live there is a constant roaring
Bottomless absence
Through a cloud hole
The sky was moving
I saw it drift
Seeing breathing waves of water roll in the sky
The wind has increased

I stayed inside all morning
watching waves of rain pass over
cold and dry by the window
I didn't turn a light on.
The fireplace dead since last night
emptiness inside, cold morning
low grey sky immense living belly
of a silver fur thing.
In waves of weather the house lies
piled up wood with me inside
I'm piled up dust, alive, dreaming
or walking whirlpool of water
awake and indifferent
looking at cars go by and then get forgotten
only a sound of a waterfall breathing out
in one long exhale
rings in my ears for a moment
then another wave of rain blows over
greying out the light
the lawn through window seems undiscovered.
A separate way of seeing.
A separate way of breathing it in.
A lost world separate from the usual
barely meaningful waking and dreaming.
Lost in an unfolding
thinking about what to do with a day
sitting while the light dies
until finally it's over.
In blue dusk I finally step outside
breathing in the cloud that has settled
noticing a black looming house shape
and at last my eyes crack open.

From the top of the flight
of the wide, white stairs,
through the rest of my life,
do you wait for me there?

There’s a bell in my ears.
There’s the wide, white roar.
Drop a bell down the stairs.
Hear it fall forevermore.
Hear it fall forevermore.

Drop a bell off of the dock.
Blot it out in the sea.
Drowning mute as a rock;
and sounding mutiny.

There’s a light in the wings, hits the system of strings,
from the side, where they swing —
see the wires, the wires, the wires.
And the articulation in our elbows and knees
makes us buckle;
and we couple in endless increase
as the audience admires.

And the little white dove,
made with love, made with love;
made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers

swings a low sickle arc, from its perch in the dark:
settle down, settle down, my desire.

And the moment I slept, I was swept up in a terrible tremor.
Though no longer bereft, how I shook! And I couldn’t remember.
And then the furthermost shake drove a murthering stake in,
and cleft me right down through my center.
And I shouldn’t say so, but I know that it was then, or never.

Ocean man
Take me by the hand, lead me to the land
That you understand
Ocean man
The voyage to the corner of the globe is a real trip
Ocean man
The crust of a tan man imbibed by the sand
Soaking up the thirst of the land

Ocean man
Can you see through the wonder of amazement
At the oberman?
Ocean man
The crust is elusive when it casts forth
To the childlike man
Ocean man
The sequence of a life form braised in the sand
Soaking up the thirst of the land
Ocean man
Ocean man
Ocean man

Ocean man
Take me by the hand, lead me to the land
That you understand
Ocean man
The voyage to the corner of the globe is a real trip (trip trip trip trip trip)
Ocean man
The crust of a tan man imbibed by the sand
Soaking up the thirst of the land

Ocean man
Can you see through the wonder of amazement
At the oberman?
Ocean man
The crust is elusive when it casts forth
To the childlike man
Ocean man
The sequence of a life form braised in the sand
Soaking up the thirst of the land
Ocean man

I just wanna sing like Sinatra
With ethanol my soundtrack.
'Cuz I can never rock like a Rolling Stone.
I wonder how it feels to burn out young.

Cuz I just wanna die before my heart fails
From heartbreak, or cocktails,
And maybe you'll cry once you know I'm gone.

>lyrics
>not literature

End yourself

who /count music/ here?

youtube.com/watch?v=nuRCWf83AyI

I generally don't care about lyrics that much but
The Stranger - Billy Joel
Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears
To the Sky - Owl City

Why would you just copypaste the lyrics instead of providing a link to the song? The lyrics aren't meant to be read by themselves and in many cases what makes lyrics good comes from their relation to the music.

youtu.be/MhVHE5V49oA

youtube.com/watch?v=7cfUdTrO70E

youtube.com/watch?v=5Q4-Ci9gpJ0

youtube.com/watch?v=xdCNPEeGkgo

Ok
youtu.be/vfdK_d7IPjM

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 to 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

Absolutely. The guy is a poet (and a breedy gud author as well)
>pic related

Here: youtube.com/watch?v=kqQo2RQMWEM

I posted the lyrics cuz some probably won't discern what he's shouting.

fuck yea bud. Haven't read that tho, may order it for Christmas

>Guns of Brixton
mah nigga.

>Bob Dylan - Stairway to Heaven
>Bob Dylan - Here Comes the Sun
>Bob Dylan - Another Brick in the Wall

>can't think of a rhyme
>throw in a honk sound
Daily reminder that Kanye is three gooses wearing a trench coat.

Lou Reed's whole New York album.

Hey Veeky Forums, /mu/ here, what's the "PABLO HONEY" of "LITERATURE"?

Anything by the 13th Floor Elevators but especially Slip Inside This House off Easter Everywhere
Van Dyke Parks' lyrics on SMiLE by the Beach Boys

''Love & Money'' by Za-Za
I think this is her undisputed masterpiece, a song so catchy, most people probably don’t listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it’s not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it’s also a personal statement about the singer herself.

Give me love and money 3x
A diamond life is just what I need
Pleasure and joy forever
Get what I can get 'cos life is a bet
No pleasure and pain together
But you know for sure
There is something I miss
I'll let you guess I know you will get it
'Cos I would forget everything for a kiss
But if you've got some money I know
It would be better
Give me love and money
Give me your love my baby
Give me kisses honey
I deserve the best you know it
Give me love and money
I have the rest already
Love and money coming from you
Is what I need
Give me love and money
Give me your love my baby
Give me kisses honey
I deserve the best you know it
Give me love and money
I have the rest already
Love and money coming from you
Is what I need
A shining life is just what I want
You (and) me inside a cabin
Get what I can get but I lost my bet
You're poor but I need your loving
But you know for sure
There is something I miss
I'll let you guess I know you will get it
'Cos I would forget everything for a kiss
But if you've got some money I know
It would be better
Give me love and money
Give me your love my baby
Give me kisses honey
I deserve the best you know it
Give me love and money
I have the rest already
Love and money coming from you
Is what I need
Give me love and money
Give me your love my baby
Give me kisses honey
I deserve the best you know it
Give me love and money
I have the rest already
Love and money coming from you
Is what I need
A diamond life........
Get what I can........
Give me love and money
Give me your love my baby
Give me kisses honey
I deserve the best you know it
Give me love and money
I have the rest already
Love and money coming from you
Is what I need
Give me love and money
Give me your love my baby
Give me kisses honey
I deserve the best you know it
Give me love and money
I have the rest already
Love and money coming from you
Is what I need
A shining life is just what I want
You (and) me inside a cabin
Get what I can get but I lost my bet
You're poor but I need your loving
But you know for sure
There is something I miss
I'll let you guess I know you will get it
'Cos I would forget everything for a kiss
But if you've got some money I know
It would be better
Give me love and money
Give me your love my baby
Give me kisses honey
I deserve the best you know it
Give me love and money
I have the rest already
Love and money coming from you
Is what I need
Give me love and money
Give me your love my baby
Give me kisses honey
I deserve the best you know it
Give me love and money
I have the rest already
Love and money coming from you
Is what I need

man, you would not like /mu/

Why? With that irony over someone else's taste he sounded like /mu/ incarnated

The Doors and Led Zeppelin are patrician you fucko

You are literally the first one on this whole website who has ever agreed with me on them. Welcome to the club mate.

jimb was patrish, rest of the cunts arent

LEONARD COHEN

youtube.com/watch?v=TNmPASWnq_8

They stored their passion in the creases in the corners of their mouths,
Every angle of light from the open window washed their aged faces out.

"Should we feel guilty?" they said, "Should we feel guilty for this sin?
Lord, did we kill a man and woman just to lie here skin to skin?"

"I wasn't happy. I wasn't happy where I was.
What is life without a purpose? What is purpose without love?
I pray my children will forgive me, though I bade the river flood.
I have washed my hands a thousand times, but still can see the blood."
I still can see the blood

"Oh, great mercy, I am here to beg forgiveness for this mess.
I know I tore two worlds apart but I can't change the way I felt.

Love swept in like a storm and ripped the hinges from the doors.
Love poured in like a flood, I couldn't stop it anymore.
I will not be, no I will not be drowned."

She said, "Lover, come and hold me, I am terribly afraid.
While you're shouting at the stars, my scars are not fading away."

He said, "Darling, I was begging heaven make them disappear, but,
See, I didn't get an answer or at least one I could hear.
Now, I am thinking of the past and how we both said vows and lied and
I am wondering how we trust ourselves to say a second time (to say a second time):

'To have and to hold,
From this day and onward,
For better or for worse,
For richer or for poorer,
In sickness or in health,
To love and to cherish
'Til death do us part?
'Til death do us part?'"

youtube.com/watch?v=YlUKcNNmywk

Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind's elation
And little girls from Sweden
Dreams of silver screen quotation
And if you want these kind of dreams
It's Californication

It's the edge of the world
And all of western civilization
The sun may rise in the East
At least it settles in the final location
It's understood that Hollywood
Sells Californication

youtube.com/watch?v=oxHnRfhDmrk

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Jim really sold out when he started using snapchat

youtube.com/watch?v=bg92QpjRcJk

Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On they fight, for they're right, yes, but who's to say?
For a hill, men would kill, why? They do not know
Stiffened wounds test their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It's the last time he will
Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they see what will be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

How old are you?

19. How old are you?

youtube.com/watch?v=ttQBeS6g_NY

My name is Casanova
I'm basically a man
I have the head of a wolf
The appetite of an entire land
This song is going out to the girls
You're all looking fucking fine
Baby spread those shaking legs
Because I'm feeling fucking hungry tonight
I like to feed on broken hearts
There ain't no taste like lovers falling apart

If I offer to buy you a drink
Trust me when I say it's non-alcoholic
You're no good to me if you can't even speak
I don't want you passing out I want you sucking my dick
If I offer to buy you a drink
Trust me when I say it's non-alcoholic
I want you to wake up and remember my name
When you're washing my cum off your fucking face

My name is Casanova
I'm basically a man
I have the head of a wolf
The appetite of an entire land
This song is going out to the girls
You're all looking well buff
I'm sick of all this long term shit
I just wanna fuck

My name is Casanova
I'm nothing but a beast
Baby the way you're shaking those hips
Has got me ready for a fucking feast
This song is going out to the girls
I want to feel your body close against mine
Why waste time with conversation
When we can fuck for the rest of our lives

> O Roeschen rot! (O red rose!)
>Der Mensch liegt in groesster Noth! (Man lies in greatest need!)
>Der Mensch liegt in groesster Pein! (Man lies in greatest pain!)
>Je lieber moecht' ich im Himmel sein. (How I would rather be in heaven.)
>Da kam ich auf einen breiten Weg: (There came I upon a broad path)
>Da kam ein Engelein und wollt' mich abweisen. (when came a little angel and wanted to turn me away.)
>Ach nein! Ich liess mich nicht abweisen! (Ah no! I would not let myself be turned away!)
>Ich bin von Gott und will wieder zu Gott! (I am from God and shall return to God!)
>Der liebe Gott wird mir ein Lichtchen geben, (The loving God will grant me a little light,)
>Wird leuchten mir bis in das ewig selig Leben! (Which will light me into that eternal blissful life! )

There are seriously people who don't think The Doors are good? What the hell?

youtube.com/watch?v=53N99Nim6WE

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
No one speaks
And no one tries
No one flies around the sun

Try to post about the doors or old jim on /mu/, see what happens.

youtube.com/watch?v=u3clX2CJqzs

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.

Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their last fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.

Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans
my weary days my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain
for my deserts for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite.

Same, but it was a rhetorical question, really.

Dont do this. Fuck those guys

Impressed by my exemplary and precocious musical taste?

youtube.com/watch?v=O5lRq0IcDzw

What power art thou, who from below,
Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow,
From beds of everlasting snow?
See'st thou not how stiff and wondrous old,
Far, far unfit to bear the bitter cold,
I can scarcely move or draw my breath;
Let me, let me freeze again to death.

Don't get cocky, kid.

...

The Doors are great

youtube.com/watch?v=-MRa1P2_3ds

Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild,
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairy tales,

That's all she ever thinks about,

Riding with the wind

When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free,

It's alright, she says,
It's alright,
Take anything you want from me,
Anything,

Fly on, little wing

I used to go to /mu/ a few years back and I remember The Doors self titled album to be one of the essentials. Times have changed I guess.

youtube.com/watch?v=oiAuXRK3Ogk

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And Im crazy for love but Im not coming on
Im just paying my rent every day
Oh in the tower of song

I said to hank williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank williams hasnt answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A hundred floors above me
In the tower of song

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the great beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the tower of song

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
Im very sorry, baby, doesnt look like me at all
Im standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah they dont let a woman kill you
Not in the tower of song

Now you can say that Ive grown bitter but of this you may be sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And theres a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices
In the tower of song

I see you standing on the other side
I dont know how the river got so wide
I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
Well never have to lose it again

Now I bid you farewell, I dont know when Ill be back
There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But youll be hearing from me baby, long after Im gone
Ill be speaking to you sweetly
From a window in the tower of song
Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And Im crazy for love but Im not coming on
Im just paying my rent every day
Oh in the tower of song

I don't know about then, but now they pretty much just shit on everything that has more than four listeners.

this album. it's an hour-long story told in consistent meter. the residents most impressive album imo.

Finally, someone who knows about The Residents. My favourite is The Gingerbread Man

Manhattan's sinking like a rock
into the filthy Hudson, what a shock
they wrote a book about it
said it was like ancient Rome.

I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola
C-O-L-A cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
L O L A Lola la-la-la-la Lola

Well I'm not the world's most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walk like a woman but talk like a man
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola

Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said little boy won't you come home with me
Well I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me

Well that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola
La-la-la-la Lola

Well I left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said little boy I'm gonna make you a man

Well I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola

youtube.com/watch?v=mYiCGLgRuAs

The times we had
Oh when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go

The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
At those who, at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times

And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs in May
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
The day was mine

youtube.com/watch?v=43q-ZeMhFaQ

Well, if you be the Lass of Aughrim
As I suppose you to be,
Come give me the last token
Between you and me.

Ah, Gregory don't you remember,
That night on the hill,
When we swapped rings off each other's hands
Surely against my will.

Mine was of the beaten gold,
Yours but black tin,
Yes mine was of the beaten gold,
Yours but black tin.

i've been digging that one and Wormwood a lot lately. as a general rule i prefer their earlier output, but they've definitely put out some great storytelling-oriented albums.

Translation sucks dick. This is for all my Mexi-bros

>Dime Jaguar

Ocultos en la carne se quedaron mis recuerdos
En una galaxia extraña está tu sonrisa
Se quedaron lejos, en una esfera bajo la tierra
Los demonios siguen correteando a los ancianos
El campo sigue minado y nadie dice nada por salvar a los ciegos
Una mujer llorando se descubre sus secretos
Dime Jaguar cómo llegar hasta el final
Dime Jaguar cómo mirar en la oscuridad
Sigue sudando frío el terciopelo de tus sueños
Hundidos en el olvido se perdieron tus instintos
Una vena se abre en el horizonte de tus días
Dime Jaguar cómo llegar hasta el final
Dime Jaguar cómo mirar en la oscuridad
Mira Jaguar mis manos ya no las puedes leer
Ya no hay líneas, mi límite se desdobló
Mira Jaguar cuando vuelva a no verte
Te esperaré en los cuernos del vacío y brincaré siempre a tu lado

Stars & Hank Forever is a pretty good one, with Hank Williams' reinterpretations. I haven't listened anything after Tweedles, is it any good?

i haven't heard anything post-tweedles either. they've got a massive discography lol. still need to catch them live one of these days.

Doors and windows on, motions on

If you haven't, try listening to Laibach.
Slovenian industrial band.

haven't heard anything from them. care to recommend an album?

Laibach, Nova Akropola, Opus Dei, Kapital, Sympathy For The Devil, Macbeth, Let It Be.
Anything, really, except newer ones.

Listen to this
youtube.com/watch?v=W7muCRio2nQ

think i'll try this one

i can dig it

Lyrics are in German, English, Slovene, Serbo-Croatian and Italian.

youtube.com/watch?v=ky9Ro9pP2gc

>the cause is ozymandian
>the map of sapokanikan

youtube.com/watch?v=l-oig6Sogc4

every song on this, he was 18 or 19 when this was recorded and his lyrics have only gotten better

vampire weekend has patrician lyrics too, naturally - ezra has an english degree from columbia

youtube.com/watch?v=AOwFLTwvXHc

in general folk songs have the best lyrics. some rappers have some good verses if youre down w social commentary

What's up with all this boomer rock? Do you faggots listen to the radio?

If it was good enough to listen to while we were conceiving you it's good enough to listen to now.

Why don't you take your fancy gamestation there and ask it how to get the hell off my lawn.

Bumping the thread, I want moar

I don't want to be a rusty suit of armor
Or a tumbled out forgotten castle in your mind
I just want to be a twisted willow

So I can leave you shallow thinking far behind

I can feel the darkness in your shadow
And the melting of the ice behind your troubled eyes
And the discoloration of all the words you're saying
As you're hunted without mercy by your lies

I've flown so high I'll never return
And I've been to the bottom of the drags of your troubled soul
And I've basked in the sun of your revelations
But I guess
You and I have different goals
So go and slay your dragons in blind amusment
And topple imagination with a song

And the moon it plays little mind games
So you'll wonder where all the stars have gone
Listen to me
You have spoken to be about nothing
And you've shown me fantasies in a crystal ball
And you've promised me the world for my asking
Don't you know
That to me
It means nothing at all
Because I know you'd leave me a burnt out matchbox of forgotten roses
Inside a get well card I had to address to myself
But that's not what I need from another stranger
So I guess I better do things without your help
So I guess I better do things without your help
So I guess I better do things without your help

youtube.com/watch?v=ySbmA9Pk4Nk

Thru the rhythm of darkened times
Painted black by knowledge crimes
And repetitions pointless mime
Instilling values the sick define
That keeps the fabric that keeps you blind
And ties your hands and cloaks your mind
But on my stilts, I'm above the slime

Come on up if you can make the climb, but who am I?
Who am I? Who am I?

I've smelled the stench from the fumes that rise
From the books that rehash the same old lies
I felt the panic that they disguise
In the forms of laws of every size
I've heard the teachers whine and make me drop out like flies
But you know they teach you nonsense, cause they can't blind your eyes
I've seen the fools gold that they pawn off as their prize

To the average standard the norm supplies, but where am I?
Where am I? Where am I?

You've gobbled all the blessings they caused you to digest
They may be hard to swallow, but they keep your tongue depressed
Your scattered whims were born depressed
So when something slams your chest
You flutter about, you're sleek distressed
And when you stop to ease your breast
A scattered rim leaves you obsessed

While solid thoughts are soon suppressed, but where are you?
Oh, where are you? Hey! Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?

>Anything by the 13th Floor Elevators but especially Slip Inside This House off Easter Everywhere
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