Veeky Forums lyricists

name dropper the rapper

>he post some niggers on Veeky Forums
>he listens to music with words
Fucking pseuds

>tryhard

But Veeky Forums is characterized by tryhards.

>DFW reference IN THE FIRST LINE
Dropped

Who is the kanye of literature? Is it nietzsche?

Evola.

>I'm a GENIUS, A GENIUS I SAY
>only teenagers read you, and virtually everyone discards your opinion once they get in their 20s

>discarding kanye

You don't know anything about music do you

>Fuck you starin' at, didn't know I'd be so quick ta flash,
Terrified by da way a bassilisk come out him skin so fast
Not the first won't be the last
Barrel of my gun down the hatch 187 deep throat chokin' eat dis fourty-four magnum dic

>most black men couldn't balance a cheque book, but buy a new car, and talkin bout how my neck look
>the Jews share their truth on how to get a dime

He's /ourguy/ you flog

Conscious hip-hop is so fucking cringey. This is just a series of eclectic, shoehorned references that happen to be somewhat "high brow".

>genius.com/Chief-keef-war-lyrics

dg is dope, yeah.

kek

>I would bring back Foster Wallace
>I would bring back Schopenhauer
This is a little embarrassing desu.

The only Veeky Forums lyricists are German romatnic poets

Goethe
George
Mallarmé

Composers like Webern and Boulez are a great way to get into modern non-English poetry

jason molina
bob dylan
television
and let's not forget these fire bars from weezer:

>dear daddy, i write you
>in spite of years of silence
>you've cleaned up, found jesus
>things are good or so i hear
>this bottle, of Stephen's
>awakens ancient feelings
>like father, stepfather
>the son is drowning in the flood

i don't think there is a group of humans anywhere that has ever or will ever have taste in music as objectively terrible as this board.

every thread on "great lyricists" has gotten categorically more embarrassing

>often give the impression that he's trying to sound smarter and more well-read than he is. So yeah, he's very Veeky Forums
+1

haha you think you do but you really dont

Check out Fabrizio De André, he even made an entire album out of the Anthology of Spoon River

>Piero's war (1964)

You sleep buried in a wheat field
it's not the rose, it's not the tulip
watching on you from the shadow of ditches
but it's a thousand red poppies.

Along the bedsides of my creek
I want the silver pikes to swim downhill,
not the soldiers' bodies
cradled by the stream.

You said so, and it was winter
and, like the others, towards hell
you go sadly as the ones who must
the wind spits snow on your face.

Stop Piero, stop now,
let the wind pass a little on you
so that it brings you the voice of the dead in a battle
who gave his life had a cross back.

But you didn't hear it and time went on
with the seasons with a dancing pace
and you came to cross the frontier
on a beautiful springtime day.

And while you were marching with your soul on your shoulders
you saw a man at the bottom of the valley
who was in your same identical mood
but his uniform was of a different colour.

Shoot him, Piero, shoot him now
and after a shot, shoot him again
until you see him lifeless
fall down and cover his own blood.

And if I shoot on his forehead or on his heart
he'll have only time to die
but I'll have time left to see
see the eyes of a dying man.

And while you are giving him this thoughtfulness
that one turns, sees you and gets afraid
and, grabbing his gun
he doesn't pay your courtesy back.

You fell to the ground without a moan
and you noticed in a blink
that your time wouldn't be enough
to ask for forgiveness for every sin of yours.

You fell to the ground without a moan
and you noticed in a blink
that your life was through that day
and there would be no return.

My Ninetta, to die on May
you need so much, too much courage
Beautiful Ninetta, straight to hell
I had rather have gone this winter.

And as the wheat was listening to you
inside your hands you held a gun
inside your mouth you held words
too icy to melt with the sun.

You sleep buries in a wheat field
it's not the rose, it's not the tulip
watching on you from the shadow of ditches
but it's a thousand red poppies.

m.youtube.com/watch?v=V4dvw_tSsVQ

>Fragile Friend (1975)

Evaporated in a red cloud
In one of the many embrasures of the night
With a need for love and affection
Too much "If you love me cry"
For someone to reciprocate,
It was worth it to enjoy your summer evenings
With a very simple "I remember":
To watch you rent a kilogram of grass
To the retired peasants and their women
And liberally gift oceans
And more and more waves to the sailors on duty
Until I could discover your hiding places one by one
Without regretting my credulity:
Because even since the first trench
I was more curious than you
I was much more curious than you.

And then suspended among your "How are you?"s
Astonished by less common and crueler phrases
Like "How are you my friend, my fragile friend,
If you want I can take care of you one hour per month"
"Do you know that I lost two children?"
"Ma'am you're a pretty distracted woman"

And still killed by your courtesy
Just when one of my dreams
A second row dancer
Was swinging for some unknown future
Her present of huge breasts
And her recent C-section
I thought it's beautiful that where my fingers end
A guitar might begin, in some way.

And then sitting amongst your "goodbye"s
I felt less tired than you
I was much less tired than you

I could tease the trousers of the unknown woman
Until I saw her mouth drop wide open
I could ask any of my children
To talk again negatively and loudly about me
I could barter my guitar and his helm
For a wooden box saying "We will lose".
I could ask you what's the name of your dog
Mine's been called Free for a while now.
I could hire a cannibal a day
To have him teach me my distance from the stars
I could go through litres and litres of coral
To reach a place called "Goodbye".

And it never crossed my mind
To be drunker than you
To be much drunker than you.

m.youtube.com/watch?v=5mkNp_iozh4

what about Kanye West

>weezer
F U C K O F F

>Nigga fuck your mama, she should’ve wore a condom