Veeky Forums approved lyricists

Viper
Moonman
3 Pac
Lil Yachty
2 Chainz

thanks, I'll look into it. I don't think it's a /mu/ question, my interest is on the lyrics purely and maybe here I can have better recommendations. I'm writing a paper about how people cope with their personal problems, specifically looking into music lyrics.

/pol/ pathetic people, please leave

>DUDE JUST WAKE ME IN JAPAN LMAO
he's really good, i accept that ;_;

townes van zandt

dont you worry about me
i can make it alone
cause i got no place to be
and i aint far from home

listen to psyche origami - the standard
youtube.com/watch?v=6-5U7_-lZ1A

Are you from /pol/?

bob dylan

Kendrick Lamar's Master y and manipulation of language is almost Joyce-like. Bon Iver is excellent at creating invocative and atmospheric lyrics. The XX have a confessional nakedness as powerful as Plath.

It goes It goes It goes It goes It goes It goes
>It goes It goes It goes It goes It goes It goes
It goes It goes It goes It goes It goes It goes
>It goes It goes It goes It goes It goes It goes
yeah.

>invocative
>"Joyce-like" instead of "Joycean"
>implying Plath is good

Disgusting.

>implying invocative isn't a word
>implying there is a canonical way of saying something is similar to Joyce
>implying Plath is not hugely influential, powerful, widely praised and regarded, and therefore immune to your personal definition of the of "good"

I've never seen someone backtrack this hard.

>implying you understand what backtracking is

Shut up, pleb. Know your place.

>implying you just really showed me there and really just really taught me to watch who I make Internet arguments with lest they be as deft in logic and witticism as you

Joanna Newsom

The Decemberists

Dirty Projectors

Bright Eyes (he name drops delillo one song)

deltron/del

mf doom

the mountain goats

sun kil moon/red house painters

sufjan

Bright Eyes is trash. But good list otherwise.

>Radiohead
>Death in June
>Jay Electronica (a lot of /lit references)
>Wolves in the Throne Room (you have to read the lyrics tho)

Though the nations rage from age to age,
we remember who holds us fast:
God's mercy must deliver us
from the conqueror's crushing grasp.
This saving word that our forbears heard
is the promise that holds us bound,
'Til the spear and rod be crushed by God,
who is turning the world around.

Rory Cooney

Ha, fools. It seems you're not aware of the recent winner of a nobel prize.

Who /Pac/ here?

youtube.com/watch?v=pkZQfIq0DYM

Been loving these lyrics from the theme song of True Detective. It's by the Handsome Family:

From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote
She twines her spines up slowly, towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon
I came walking with the wind, to watch the cactus bloom
A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand.

When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold
Mountain cats will come, to drag away your bones
And rise with me forever, across the silent sand
And the stars will be your eyes, and the wind will be my hands.

Was it Bono?

Even if Aes uses a thesaurus his lyrics are not a jumble of words that he cant handle. There's meaning in there even if you give it the time.

Besides, what's wrong with using a thesaurus? It's the best way to expand your vocabulary.

>Thomas Haake

No more ifs, no bias, no ambiguity
No wondering whether this is it
Clarity so brightly wrong
The image so painfully absolute

No edges blurred on this awareness
No unknown weight to tip the knowledge scales
Eyes dilated to grasp it all
As every illusion of what we are fails

An unquestionable picture - determined, complete
Its crystalline lines untouched by doubt
So vivid, so deprived of hesitation
Shining in its evil splendor

The burning hatred of man
A million degrees on display
Human voracity delineated
The demons in us all by fumes portrayed

Stare, see, take in, grasp
Comprehend, assimilate, behold your reflection

Its framing - gold plated lies
The canvas - hurting souls caught and weaved
The artist - the human dream
Incinerated, devoured, deceived

DAE think hip hop is basically poetry? LOL

Have you heard about this house?
Inside, a thousand voices talk
And that talk echoes around and around
The windows reverberate
The walls have ears
A thousand saxophone voices talk

You should hear how we syllogize
You should hear
About how Babel fell and still echoes away,
How we idolize,
Theorize
Syllogize
In the dark,
In the heart

All I hear is...
Talk
All I hear is...
Talk
Hear the sound of the jibberty jungle
In the dark, a thousand insect voices chitter-chatter

The sun goes up
Goes over
Goes down
I seek sleep
I forget
I sleep

Tupac
Morrissey
Peter Gabriel
U2
Kendrick Lamar (relative to today's music which is mostly horrible)
Rage Against the Machine

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Doesn't take an anthropologist to recognise a great ape.

Stand aside plebos

Fuck off to 16 year old girl land

The majority of his fanbase are middle aged men

Why you always asking me shit I already know?

Try Tom Waits especially anything after and including Rain Dogs

wew

Morrisey is a good lyricist but the lines are totally dead and pretentious on the page, it's the music is what makes turns them into perfect moments (they're still pretentious, but there's truth in caricature). I would unironically also say that this applies to Young Thug.

Ka - grief pedigree

>all these garbage pop """lyricists"""
Begone, plebeians

Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalise
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright
I'll still be by your side
For you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes
My life down I shall lie
Should restless spirits try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name
I just looked into his wondrous eyes
And said: "never never never again"
And all too soon I did return
Just like a moth to a flame
So rattle my bones all over the stones
I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin
Fit me like a glove
I'm here and here I'll stay
Together we lie, together we pray
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Mine
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you're only three, sonny boy
You're - you're mine
And your mother she just never knew
Oh, your mother...
As long... as long... as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
As long... as long... as long as... as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
Oh...

"I'm withholding my anger
Though I'd like to be the strangler
Of this punk ass little pussy's puny neck
It's my right to insist
That he acknowledge my existence
But he just displays complete lack of respect"
That's what he says to himself
As he uses magazines to trash me
As he sits with both feet up at his desk
Smokes a bag of his weed
And starts imagining things
And he just can't see that he's manically depressed
And in his jealousy and envy
It just whirls him in a frenzy
As he turns on MTV and sees my face
He don't exist in this world
So he just twists and he twirls
Spirals and spins till he hurls himself into rage
And it's destroying him slowly
Cause he does not even know me
Even though he sees me everywhere he goes
So he just tortures himself
He has no fortune and wealth
So he extorts someone else to get his dough
And now he's acting like a bully
So he tries to push and pull me
But he knows that he can't fool me so he's mad
He has no choice but to scream
And raise his voice up at me
Cause it annoys him to see that I ain't scared

Bully - Bret Easton Ellis

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy.

any pavement fans here? stephen malkmus is pretty Veeky Forums in my opinion. Excellent lyricist.

I hope this is bait, but I'm gonna bite anyway. The lyricism is their debut's weakest point, not listened to anything else by them. They try to sound profound, but they just aren't.

OP, check out Slint. They have brilliant lyrics. And Radiohead.

MY PATRICIAN CAMARADE!!!

i've become the nuclear image of eternity i'm the original stuff. all the
universes find their pattern in my being. for i'm the cosmic infinitesmal.
i'm the source. i'm the fountain. exploding in your face. (with a flick of
my wrist a new cosmos begins.) how glorious to be alive. be here with me now
in timeless micro-infinity.

reality now an oceanic flow of particles in everchanging patterns. panta
rei. undulating within the ultimate core of self. which is no-self. inside
this boundless thought wave. all is one and one is god. (truth is one. sui
generis)

everything is coming in waves and from all sides. nuclear. molecular and
cellular layers. modular wave-hierarchies. epi-phenomenon of the
ground-of-being of all other grounds-of-being. in a fractual involution. the
reversal of evolution. becoming is absolute. time is dying a slow death. the
eschaton is near. i'm into an ideational singularity: propelling towards the
neuro-galatic center, the transcendental nexus of self and world. a cosmic
junction where on a physical level: matter and anti-matter merge into each
other. into emptiness and on a psychic level god and self are inextricably
intertwined.

Pic related. "Miss Misery" gives me goosebumps. It captures depression perfectly. "From a Basement On The Hill" is his best album when it comes to lyrics.

This thread is everything wrong with lit today.

except the racist stuff, that stuff is just ok.

Firstly, I'll admit their debut has weaker lyrics than their second album, but they never reach for profundity. The lyrics are always intensely personal and sincere, they don't comment on anything other than their own feelings and experiences. They make no attempts to talk about the world at large, philosophy, or life in general. I don't think you are articulating your criticisms with their lyrics very well.

How long have I given all I've got?
Here I stand
My days and nights spent in solitude
I struggle on

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I love Elliott Smith but he isn't a good lyricist.
Maybe you need to listen to more music friendo ;)

Chance the Rapper will be canonized in a few short decades, heed my words.
Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain
Wore my jacket as a cape, and my umbrella as a cane
The richest man rocks the snatch-less necklace
Spineless bitches in backless dresses
Wore my feelings on my sleeveless
My weed seedless, my trees leafless
I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses
And back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus
Before I believed in not believing in
Yeah, I inhaled, who believed in me not breathing in
Cigarette stained smile all covered in sin
My big homie died young; just turned older than him
I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always
He still be screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways
I trip to make the fall shorter
Fall quarter was just a tall order
And I'm hungry, I'm just not that thirsty
As of late, all my verses seem not so verse-y
And all my words just mean controversy
Took the team up off my back, like "That's not your jersey?"
Stressin', pullin' my hair out, hoping I don't get picked
All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick
Making all of this money hoping I don't get rich
Cause niggas still getting bodied for foams
Sometimes the truth don't rhyme
Sometime the lies get millions of views
Funerals for little girls, is that appealing to you?
From your cubicle desktop, what a beautiful view
I think love is beautiful too
Building forts from broken dams, what a hoover could do
For future hoopers dead from Rugers
Shooting through the empty alley
Could've threw him an alley-oop
Helping him do good in school
Damn that acid burn when it clean ya
I still miss being a senior
And performing at all those open mic events
High schools, eyes closed seeing arenas
And I still get jealous of Vic
And Vic's still jealous of me
But if you touch my brother
All that anti-violence shit goes out the window along with you
And the rest of your team
Smoking cigarettes to look cooler
I only stop by to look through ya
And I'm only getting greedier
And I'm still Mr. Youmedia

why did you post this