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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2019 3:46:29 GMT
A few more favorites:
Gratisfaction (The Strokes):
"Oh b-baby, don't you be so mad, because I barely remember As she tries to recognize me with the eyes she saw me with in December."
Rosetta Stoned (Tool):
"Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position Such a heavy burden now To be The one Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending To write it down for all the world to see! But I forgot my pen Shit the bed again Typical."
Towers (Bon Iver):
"For the love, comes the burning young From the liver, sweating through your tongue Well, youʼre standing on my sternum Don’t you climb down, darling Oh, the sermons are the first to rest Smoke on Sundays when youʼre drunk and dressed Out the hollows where the swallow nests."
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Post by pacinoyes on Aug 27, 2019 10:53:01 GMT
I have posted this song in the covers thread by The Beatles and Yardbirds and I could have posted it in a hundred other covers also. Not only is it a great song to cover - it's the song that inspired Subterranean Homesick Blues AND Too Much Junkie Business and is in many ways the first Punk song :
Blond haired good looking trying to get me hooked wants me to marry get a home, settle down, write a book
That's a black guy in 1956 describing a white ("blonde") women trying to trap him - he'd have to change it "long haired" on TV.....but he made his point - the original triple threat in Rock - great singer, songwriter, guitarist ...........funny and in between being funny he wasn't funny at all.
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Post by Archie on Sept 30, 2019 20:15:55 GMT
Secluded in a marker stone Not only deadlier, but smarter, too Smarter too All along the tomb All along the ruin Secluded in a marker stone Not only deadlier, but smarter, too Smarter, too
I could live a million I could live a million I could live a million I could live a million years
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Post by pacinoyes on Sept 30, 2019 21:05:38 GMT
Secluded in a marker stone Not only deadlier, but smarter, too Smarter too All along the tomb All along the ruin Secluded in a marker stone Not only deadlier, but smarter, too Smarter, too I could live a million I could live a million I could live a million I could live a million years I'll always love the EP ........love them from that and through Reckoning (and like the rest of the 80s stuff, after that I lose interest.....) but 82-84 era was like having a key to a mysterious world that only they could really see. Even the lyrics are fascinatingly mysterious too......
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Post by DeepArcher on Oct 1, 2019 0:24:47 GMT
Can't believe I haven't posted in this thread yet considering I love this topic...
Here's one I'll start with ... now it's no secret on here that I absolutely adore The National, and beyond that I think Matt Berninger is one of the best lyricists working today and one of my favorites ever (hell, one of my favorite lyrics of his is my current sig on here) ... there are dozens and dozens of examples I could list but for the sake of keeping it to just one track, I'll go with my personal favorite song of theirs (right now) which also happens to be one of my favorites of all-time and certainly my most obsessively listened-to track this year ... one of their most potent and weirdly funny songs about heartbreak, showcasing Matt's lyrics at their most poetic:
"Pink Rabbits" ~ The National:
I couldn't find quiet, I went out in the rain I was just soaking my head to unrattle my brain Somebody said you disappeared in a crowd I didn't understand then, I don't understand now
Am I the one you think about When you're sitting in your fainting chair, drinking pink rabbits? Am I the one you think about When you're sitting in your fainting chair, drinking pink rabbits? And everybody was gone You were staring down the street 'Cause you were tryin' not to crack up
It wasn't like a rain, it was more like a sea I didn't ask for this pain, it just came over me Well, I love a storm, but I don't love lightning All the waters coming up so fast, it's frightening
Am I the one you think about When you're sitting in your fainting chair, drinking pink rabbits? Am I the one you think about When you're sitting in your fainting chair, drinking pink rabbits? And everybody was gone I was standing in the street 'cause I was trying not to crack
I was solid gold, I was in the fight I was coming back from what seemed like a ruin I couldn't see you coming so far I just turn around and there you are I'm so surprised you want to dance with me now I was just getting used to living life without you around I'm so surprised you want to dance with me now You always said I held you way too high off the ground
You didn't see me, I was falling apart I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park You didn't see me, I was falling apart I was a television version of a person with a broken heart You didn't see me, I was falling apart I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park You didn't see me, I was falling apart I was a television version of a person with a broken heart
And everybody was gone You were standing in the street 'Cause you were trying not to crack up And Bona Drag was still on Now I only think about Los Angeles when the sound kicks out Now I only think about Los Angeles when the sound kicks out
You said it would be painless, a needle in a doll You said it would be painless, it wasn't that at all You said it would be painless, a needle in a doll You said it would be painless, it wasn't that at all (When the sound kicks out) You said it would be painless, a needle in a doll (When the sound kicks out) You said it would be painless, it wasn't that at all
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Post by Zeb31 on Oct 1, 2019 1:19:05 GMT
Some Mitski to sit down, have a good cry and contemplate the emptiness...
...and some Florence for uplift and comfort.
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Post by Tommen_Saperstein on Oct 9, 2019 19:04:59 GMT
Cannot stress this enough -- I could listen to Mountain Goats's "No Children" all day long. A more cathartic and cynically playful (and hilarious) expression of pain and rage I'll never hear. Written from the perspective of a person in a loveless marriage and directed to his spouse. Listening to it is a strange and weirdly and wonderfully jarring experience; the contrast between the song's total misanthropy and the pitch-black humor brought out by the cheery melody and Darnielle's matter-of-fact vocals, especially in the verses.
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow I hope it bleeds all day long Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever I hope the worst isn't over And I hope you blink before I do And I hope I never get sober
These lines are just too much. To hear Darnielle express them so matter-of-factly with the bubbly melody, how could you not laugh your ass off? Now, the chorus balances out the comically over-the-top descriptions in the verses with stark simplicity that brings the song's relationship with depression and self-loathing and projected rage full circle: "I hope you die. I hope we both die." yeesh.
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Post by pacinoyes on Oct 9, 2019 19:28:24 GMT
Cannot stress this enough -- I could listen to Mountain Goats's " No Children" all day long. A more cathartic and cynically playful (and hilarious) expression of pain and rage I'll never hear. Written from the perspective of a person in a loveless marriage and directed to his spouse. Listening to it is a strange and weirdly and wonderfully jarring experience; the contrast between the song's total misanthropy and the pitch-black humor brought out by the cheery melody and Darnielle's matter-of-fact vocals, especially in the verses. Marvelously written song - when Darnielle is on his game he's a fascinating writer across styles and subjects. For those who don't know Stephin Merritt this is sort of a sister song to "No Children" though simpler this is more direct but charmingly optimistic in the face of heartbreaking despair sung in bored monotone - this whole album is a classic of songwriting styles and you'll hum it for days. I don't want to get over you I guess I could take a sleeping pill and sleep at will And not have to go through what I go through I guess I should take Prozac, right and just smile all night At somebody new, somebody not too bright but sweet and kind Who would try to get you off my mind, I could leave this agony behind Which is just what I'd do if I wanted to but I don't want to get over you 'Cause I don't want to get over love I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist And not have to dream of what I dream of I could listen to all my friends and go out again And pretend it's enough or I could make a career of being blue I could dress in black and read Camus Smoke clove, cigarettes and drink Vermouth Like I was 17, that would be a scream but I don't want to get over you
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Post by Tommen_Saperstein on Oct 14, 2019 21:42:14 GMT
has there ever been a more apt song for the current climate (in both senses of that word) than Credence Clearwater's "Bad Moon Rising"? I suppose you could take your pick of those late-60s angsty apocalyptic anthems, but this one with its intimations of fast-approaching meteorological doom feels particularly relevant right now, especially the line about the rivers "overflowing." Yikes.
I hear hurricanes a-blowing I know the end is coming soon I fear rivers over flowing I hear the voice of rage and ruin
Don't go 'round tonight It's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise
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Post by Archie on Oct 16, 2019 21:50:55 GMT
How young are you? How old am I? Let's count the rings Around my eye How smart are you? How dumb am I? Don't count any Of my advice Oh, meet me anyplace or anywhere or anytime Now, I don't care, meet me tonight If you will dare, I might dare Westerberg was pound for pound a better songwriter than Morrissey.
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Post by pacinoyes on Oct 16, 2019 22:35:18 GMT
Observation - not only was Westerberg a better songwriter than Morrissey he also preferred pepperoni AND sausage on his pizza .......Morrissey would totally hate that
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2019 4:21:10 GMT
Cannot stress this enough -- I could listen to Mountain Goats's " No Children" all day long. Darnielle is great. I think my favorite from him is Going to Georgia. I'll also one up either of the guys above in terms of Westerberg vs Wilde's Biggest Fan - Julian Casablancas is a better songwriter than either of them.
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Post by chris3 on Oct 27, 2019 20:58:57 GMT
"Church on Sunday/You my Chick-Fil-A. You my number one/With the lemonade."
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Post by pacinoyes on Oct 29, 2019 14:21:29 GMT
Nothing about the New York Dolls was "simple" - not their look, music or lyrics. People either loved them or hated them - voted 1974's best AND worst band - they literally divided Rock and Roll. Unlike the (arty) Velvets or (primal) Stooges they were "pop" in a sense that was both 50s old school while inventing 70s new school - they loved those bands but they also loved girls - so much they looked like 'em - and fun and laughs and getting high.
Literally the band would change words they wrote when they went to record (here they sing "divine" and "throne" when the written lyrics are printed as "damn fine" and "prom") - this song mixes random French, B-movie queen Diana Dors, double entendre drug references and science fiction kitsch and rooted it in their real world - in that way, they were also far removed from Bowie, Bolan, and Glam too - basically everybody.
Got the invitation to that seventies expose But how she ever gonna love you when she can't parlez-vous your Francais? You know that she can't stop dancin' and that's just about to make you scream When you where actin' so divine You tryin' hard not to be so mean And you're tryin' to tell me....
That how many times I gotta tell baby it's too late It's too too late I told you a thousand times baby it's too late
That's when I saw your mama and she's the blonde queen of the throne And you're the little heiress to the kingdom you take the flesh right down to the bone Cause I saw you last night darlin' on the midnight flight to the stars But you spend most your time in the powder room where you chit chat with Diana Dors And you tryin' to tell her....
That how many times I gotta tell baby it's too late It's too too late I told you a thousand times but baby it's too late
You invite us up to that B-trip but that's nothing new on me That reminds me of Buck Rogers back in 1933 That was the year when he crashed on down and the gekkos got smacked up And now all of God's children, They gettin' what they want When they get the ticket......
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Post by DeepArcher on Nov 7, 2019 20:21:41 GMT
Was just listening to this song for the manyth time and remembering how brilliant its lyrics are ... for one Okkervil River are one of the most insanely underrated bands of the century and their frontman Will Sheff has got to be among my favorite lyricists working today and this is just one of many examples I could cite. The song was written with regards to most of the other members of the band leaving after their prior EP and Sheff reforming the band and having to move on, it plays out as a eulogy to the group (as the title very much suggests) and one that's both sorrowful and hopeful ... it's so brilliant lyrically not just because of its evocative melancholic imagery but because of the incredibly playful wordplay and the alliteration that you pick up on as you start to sing along ... lines like "Then give me one last kiss / In your pink silk dress, I guess" roll off the tongue so incredibly well it kinda brilliantly evokes a slurred drunken monologue and makes me wish I could write poetry this well ...
"Okkervil River R.I.P." ~ Okkervil River
Hey, my little baby Pointing at the sky's amazing In the lake now All of this sensation And no space on earth to place it Where it's safe now You've got a big day coming A big day coming now
Gather, crowd, around me In the gutter where you found me Help me stand now My body, it is aching And my poor old heart is breaking And I'm so freaked out We've got a big chance coming A big chance coming now
All the little Sadies And the literary ladies Wish me well now A slob upon a plane that Through the air is silver swaying Into sundown I hightail my cool haircut Through the turnstiles of the airport On the run now Flip a couple hundred pages I was turning thirty-eight I was a horrible sight You've got a bad day coming A sad day coming now I'll wear a white suit and black sunglasses To the last mass now Okay
Then give me one last kiss In your pink silk dress, I guess Said, "I have lost all will to" With my face pressed against your breast And I have pilfered the king's pills From the palace medicine chest I cried a quart of crocodile tears Onto Alison N's pink champagne glass I was escorted from the premises For being a mess
And it's just like when Sean Howe told me How the Force MDs died Lou Gehrig's disease laid T.C.D. low Mercury had a heart attack back in '95 And where DJ Doctor Rock went Nobody knows I see my grandfather, T. Holmes "Bud" Moore Laid up in his hospital clothes But I think about Judee Sill dying in some trailer park Out of cocaine and codeine all alone It was a big waste Brother, such a big waste Yeah, I know They had some great songs Must have been a great time So long ago But I didn't open up my mouth Just to piss and moan No way
All the air is glittering I went and hit the Skating rink alone now I watched the kids all skim across the ice They look so nice It was so cold out And then I coughed into my cupped hands And crossed the rink so I could hear the band Two guitars, a drummer A chick singer with a Kurzweil On a keyboard stand And I said, "Play that cover" I said, "Play that cover song again"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2019 20:58:11 GMT
"Church on Sunday/You my Chick-Fil-A. You my number one/With the lemonade." This is maybe the worst line Kanye has ever written, my man Another one for me: "And I will stroll the merry way And jump the hedges first And I will drink the clear Clean water for to quench my thirst And I shall watch the ferry-boats And they'll get high On a bluer ocean Against tomorrow's sky And I will never grow so old again And I will walk and talk In gardens all wet with rain."
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Post by chris3 on Nov 8, 2019 4:31:57 GMT
Okay this one is for real. I truly think this song has some of the most ingenious, brilliant lyrics of all time from all fronts. It's on a totally different level. Here are the first few verses (Elvis Costello, "Beyond Belief"):
"History repeats the old conceits The glib replies the same defeats Keep your finger on important issues With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues
I'm just the oily slick On the windup world of the nervous tick In a very fashionable hovel
I hang around dying to be tortured You'll never be alone in the bone orchard This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel
So in this almost empty gin palace Through a two-way looking glass You see your Alice"
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Post by pacinoyes on Nov 13, 2019 19:49:45 GMT
The greatest rap lyricist of all time - and this is one of his very best - and it came on his like 11th album so, it wasn't all Illmatic either people.
Lies and the pain Betrayal, life
In danger’s face Look what you’re facing, gave your heart away And all the remedies couldn’t ease the pain All the hurt and betrayal; need to get away In a world so cold You gain your life just to lose your soul Never thinking twice bout what the future holds All the lies and the games not worth fighting for
The world is an addiction Serving up a fix The world is an addiction It's way too much for me
Uhh, snitches and rapists in the street, crime to the fullest Asking niggas if they got any extra nine bullets They deny me that, they know the bullets they loan me Be the same ones that probably had them lying flat Stretched out, letter T, it's better to dead a beef Than let it breathe, then we don't succeed Cause then you gotta murder dummies Waste your time, they allergic to money I'm never squirmish to blood We can thug and get out of hand; what’s the options? Only conclusion is shooting, bullets popping, hoodlums dropping Fear any day that the Feds will come knocking Was young and nervous, asking myself what’s my purpose? In the back of a paddy wagon, bracelets aching me Pigs ignoring, I'm asking what precinct they taking me These cops can’t relate to me, death to prison, empty vacancy
The world is an addiction Serving up a fix The world is an addiction It's way too much for me
Thou shall not be selfish, real nigga commandments Know a billionaire, he has everything but a fam Guess how angry this man gets Had so many bad chicks in his bed, strange sex, same sex Has addictions that are sadistic, chain of events, habits He puts cocaine on his prick and acts sick Self-esteem needs boosting, alcohol consumption Nicotine fusion, some athletes juicing Pastors quote biblical chapters, Psalms All along he’s into bestiality porn And it’s wrong, so I keep the Cali weed in the bong And I'm strong but the female anatomy got me sprung And these women need shoes and baddest cars and condos Fine clothes and these fiends needs to get high So they find dough to mainline dope, and y'all know
The world is an addiction Serving up a fix The world is an addiction It's way too much for me
So many vices, habits, mine of course, bad chicks My response to any advice on what is the essentials of life I'm just rebellious, not selfish Guess we all share different definitions of what wealth is I need the best things in life, that's women, that’s cars, cigars A vintage bottle on ice that’s priceless The other night, just in the emergency room A patient said she needs to see a doctor soon Doctor busy operating on a lady who's sedated He can barely concentrate cause he’s newly separated His estranged wife likes entertaining her acquaintance In the house they were married in, mad people waiting Some young some old, heads and stomachs aching Filling out an application cause they all need medication But the doctor need love or a quick vacation Calling up his travel agent, same time, premeditating Murdering his ex wife; life, savage ain't it Some need Xanax just to maintain it We all need faith cause the world keep changing Let go of the illusion, start some restraining
Just hold on (just hold on) Just hold on (just hold on) Just hold on (just hold on) Just hold on (just hold on)
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Post by Deceit on Nov 16, 2019 1:12:43 GMT
The twisted wings and clouds unfold And the greatgape of He who fell Makes darkened shadows over pointed spires Little children point and sing And little children run and dance Over there the setting sun And under that the silent stars And under they the weeping sky And under Her the laughing world (Balance sits in western parts And piles spare Spares in his gabled room) Great Anarch and Monarch of Not The Flight of Lucifer over London And my little grandson Wrinkled son forehead All tiny blue pain As the Mother Blood emerges Then the Mother Grief And the Blue Gates of Death Open armwide Open teethwide All dead like the leaves Old times shiver Old dead calendar Past blurred sunsets Cinders flying in His heart His heart His fingers punch holes in the sky (And all the little Christs I count Are covered in the breathwhite snow And all the little Christs I call Are laughing through the green green fields) Some of those angels have the face of God And some of them have the face of dogs (By the Tower of Moab - see the sky's Greenangel form) And lucifer flickers all around me His hooded eyes alight In the smoky musk Look into Him just a little longer See the true face of the Moon So He wheels there through the heavens His eyes are dotted brightlights Licked with dust A golden seabird Halfdead with spray His banners broken flags in the wind Devouring life he breaks at walls The glint of dead fruits glint And then the Moon... And then the Moon... And then the Moon... (Lucifer over London...) (And sixsixsix It makes me/us sick We're sicksicksick of 666)
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Post by Joaquim on Dec 26, 2019 20:39:46 GMT
If being afraid is a crime We hang side by side At the swinging’ party down the line
The more I listen to this song the more I love these lyrics in particular. Idk what it is about them that just gets to me. I think it’s the way Westerberg sings it and the music that goes with it. I could listen to him sing just these lines all day.
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Post by ibbi on Dec 26, 2019 20:53:48 GMT
Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow
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Post by pacinoyes on Dec 26, 2019 21:11:48 GMT
If being afraid is a crime We hang side by side At the swinging’ party down the line The more I listen to this song the more I love these lyrics in particular. I dk what it is about them that just gets to me. I think it’s the way Westerberg sings it and the music that goes with it. I could listen to him sing just these lines all day. One of his great tricks - on Tim especially - is finding puns that aren't funny (though he can be very funny) and then breaking your heart with them. "Swingin' Party" is the best one but right up there - and the lyric is sometimes argued over - is right on the 1st song - Hold My Life - "If I want I could die (dye)........my hair" .....if you look that up it will sometimes read as "I could die ........by my hand" or "If I want a good dye ......my head " (wtf) .......but I'm really sure it's not those but just a delayed simple pun. He was a genius at selling that kind of shit too without seeming like a grad student - for somebody who gets ripped off as much as he does no one ever got that right.........
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Post by pacinoyes on Dec 29, 2019 1:02:53 GMT
I'm going to post something different my usual punk rock BS - a Greek classic song (by a great Greek artist btw) in Greek which translates as "I Exist" - a song that is borderline a bragging, stalking song but is also the greatest love song of all time in a way too. You don't have to know the language but when I found out these words it gutted me - and from time to time I still play it. Words in the video itself. TerryMontana
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Post by TerryMontana on Dec 29, 2019 13:47:47 GMT
I'm going to post something different my usual punk rock BS - a Greek classic song (by a great Greek artist btw) in Greek which translates as "I Exist" - a song that is borderline a bragging, stalking song but is also the greatest love song of all time in a way too. You don't have to know the language but when I found out these words it gutted me - and from time to time I still play it. Words in the video itself. TerryMontana I'd never have thought you know Kazantzidis... He was one of the greatest Greek folk singers with countless hit songs. Actually, he is one of the 3-4 most legendary folk singers in Greece ever. Seems that this relationship you had with the Greek girl did you good after all
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Post by Archie on Jan 2, 2020 20:35:16 GMT
Mr. Narrator This is Bob Dylan to me My story could be his songs I'm his soldier child
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