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Post by pacinoyes on May 10, 2019 22:39:29 GMT
Following up on @redhawk10 and his post, another celebrated one that would make many people's top 10 lyricists, Ray Davies. This style of song he practically invented or at least utterly perfected: the satirical/topical/humorous yet sad protest song. This could be the plot to a movie, and it's less than 2 minutes and in the manner of many great writers : Westerberg........ Morrissey...... Lennon-McCartney he never even had any intention of releasing it at all and it never made any Kinks single release or appeared on a non-compilation album.
Did you see his name in the local paper Stole a tin of beans from a cut-priced grocery store? The judge said, "He must pay" So, he put him on probation and the paper gave his name
Did you see his name in the criminal section And the center page gave his name and his address They stopped him doing it again So, they put him to dishonour and put the man to shame
He lost his little job His employer was absolved of blame His world just crumbled down Incidently, did you see his name in the obituary column
Letters edged in black Life was much too hard to live So, he brought it to an end In his gas-filled maisonette Because he couldn't stand the strain
La la la la la Life was much too hard to live So, he brought it to an end In his gas-filled maisonette Because he couldn't stand the strain
Did you see his name? Did you see his name? Did you see his name?
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Post by pacinoyes on May 11, 2019 10:47:37 GMT
Another of Rock's great lyricists - Perrett's biggest rival in his own era in a way - they'd write a great duet I bet. A guy who could sound simultaneously charming and purposefully creepy - here's is one of his scariest taking the song's title "I Want You" and finding every meaning in it and how the lyrics dovetail with the performance - this is one of his best presentations of his song ideas and he has a whole lot of great songs of course.
Oh my baby, baby, I love you more than I can tell I don't think I can live without you And I know that I never will Oh my baby, baby, I want you so it scares me to death I can't say anymore than "I love you" Everything else is a waste of breath I want you You've had your fun, you don't get well no more I want you Your fingernails go dragging down the wall Be careful darling, you might fall I want you I woke up and one of us was crying I want you You said "young man I do believe you're dying" I want you If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days I want you You can look in my eyes and you can count the ways I want you Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget? I want you Since when were you so generous and inarticulate? I want you It's the stupid details that my heart is breaking for It's the way your shoulders shake and what they're shaking for It's knowing that he knows you now after only guessing I want you It's the thought of him undressing you or you undressing I want you He tossed some tattered compliment your way I want you And you were fool enough to love it when he said "I want you" I want you The truth can't hurt you, it's just like the dark It scares you witless But in time you see things clear and stark I want you Go on and hurt me then we'll let it drop I want you I'm afraid I won't know where to stop I want you I'm not ashamed to say I cried for you I want you I want to know the things you did that we do too I want you I want to hear he pleases you more than I do I want you I might as well be useless for all it means to you I want you Did you call his name out as he held you down? I want you Oh no my darling, not with that clown I want you You've had your fun, you don't get well no more I want you No one who wants you could want you more I want you Every night when I go off to bed and when I wake up I want you I want you I'm going to say it again 'til I instill it I know I'm going to feel this way until you kill it I want you I want you
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Post by pacinoyes on May 11, 2019 21:10:10 GMT
Costello's closest comparison point with one of his most complicated and ambivalent songs - a gut-wrenching emotional song - which leans towards anti-abortion - that 40 years since it was written is more honest and on-point than what passes as US political discourse. This is what we put in pop songs at one time - and no one felt better by it or comforted by it either. Imagine that .......
Did they tear it out with talons of steel And give you a shot, so that you wouldn't feel? And washed it away as if it wasn't real?
It's just a mistake I won't have to face Don't give it a name, don't give it a place Don't give it a chance, it's lucky in a way
It must have felt strange to find me inside you I hadn't intended to stay If you want to keep it right, put it to sleep at night Squeeze it until it could say You can't be too strong You can't be too strong You can't be too strong Can't be too strong You decide what's wrong Well I ain't gonna cry, I'm gonna rejoice And shout myself dry and go see the boys They'll laugh when I say I left it overseas Yeah babe, I know it gets dark, down by Luna Park But everybody else is squeezing out a spark That happened in the heat, somewhere in the dark, in the dark
The doctor gets nervous completing the service
He's all rubber gloves and no head
Yes, he fumbles the light switch, it's just another minor hitch
Wishes to God he was dead
But you can't be too strong
You can't be too strong
You can't be too strong
Can't be too strong
You decide what's wrong
Can't be too hard
Too tough, too rough
Too right, too wrong
And you can't be too strong
Baby can't be too right
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Post by pacinoyes on May 11, 2019 23:25:06 GMT
When he was really on his game Gil Scott Heron was as fine a poet as music had - particularly about any kind of mind altering drug - booze or heavier - on a series of albums with Brian Jackson. He's the closest to an African American Lou Reed in a way and for a while before he went under to what he sang about (and then came back from) he was the no BS real deal.
He was groovin' and that was when he coulda sworn the room was movin' But that was only in his mind He was sailin' he never really seemed to notice vision failin' 'cause that was all part of the high Sweat was pourin' he couldn't take it The room was exploding he might not make it. Angel Dust Please, children would you listen. Angel Dust Just ain't where it's at. Angel Dust You won't remember what you're missin', but down some dead end streets there ain't no turnin' back.
They were standin' everybody in a circle the whole family listening to the preacher's words Sis was cryin' She alone held all the secrets 'bout his dyin' tears fallin' to earth Maybe her fault He was so trusting God only knew why they was dustin'! Angel Dust Please children would you listen. Angel Dust Just ain't where it's at. Angel Dust You won't remember what you're missin', but down some dead end streets there ain't no turnin' back.
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Post by eyebrowmorroco on May 12, 2019 18:01:17 GMT
You'll watch the ships sail out of the harbor And the bodies come floating back
- Matt Johnson
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Post by pacinoyes on May 14, 2019 19:15:05 GMT
Sort of the Dylan of today.......but way less popular and much shorter.
beautiful girl once said to me Some men'll rob you with the poetry And stare to watch you while you sleep And kiss your ears and make you weep She's all wacked out, she don't back down I threw my back out, wackin' that ass now Talk about a love that don't make a sound Think about a lie that'll really get around Juice, zoloft, booze and prozac Vicodin and heineken and wild irish rose Cars and girls and drinks and songs Make this world spin around What about love and what about trust? What do ya know about my love?
I know you can't love the enemies Of all the things you trusted I don't want what you got goin' on, goin on And if you see me comin', you will know for sure that.. I don't want what you got I don't want what you got I don't want what you got goin' on
I stood among the millionaires Invisible with convention ears And the gay young rich with their tassled hair Who shop their deals with cappuccinos And make my dreams of el caminos Real and chevelles appealing Chuck Berry, cadillac, ludacris, cadillac Jerry Lee Lewis with his balls on fire In the back of a rocket '88 With an out of state plate and an underage date
Cars and girls and drinks and songs Leave that shit in the middle of the road What about love and what about trust? What do ya know about my love? What do ya know about my love?
I know you can't love the enemies Of all the things you trusted I don't want what you got goin' on, goin' on And if you see me comin', you will know for sure that.. I don't want what you got I don't want what you got I don't want what you got goin' on
Some easy listen hair dyed song rocker front Hollywood Eatin' money makin' I'm eatin' bacon From a baggie in my pocket with my lover and a locket In a life that I mark till the day that I drop Till my shocks bottom out and till I'm found out As a front and a faker and a liar and a lout Strap around a secret that's always in doubt I've been thinkin' 'bout a lie that'll really get around now
Cars and girls and drinks and songs Make this world spin around Cars and girls and drinks and songs Leave that shit in the middle of the road Cars and girls and drinks and songs Think about a lie that'll really get around now Cars and girls and drinks and songs Make this world spin around
What about love and what about trust? What about love and what about trust? What about love and what about trust? What about love and what about trust?
I know you can't love the enemies Of all the things you trusted I don't want what you got goin' on, goin on And if you see me comin', you will know for sure that.. I don't want what you got I don't want what you got I don't want what you got goin' on
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2019 21:39:30 GMT
Not sure if I'd call him THE greatest lyricist of all time, but he's Top 10-15 for sure. Please name 9-14 lyricists better than the freewheelin' Bobby Dylan.. These two for sure: Claudio Sanchez (first 3 albums) Joanna Newsom These guys about on par with him: John Darnielle Maynard James Keenan Bruce Springsteen MF DOOM Morrissey (w The Smiths) So yeah, he'd make my Top 10.
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Post by pacinoyes on May 14, 2019 22:34:52 GMT
Ok, I'll take one from this group since I'd have gotten to Morrissey at least. Morrissey is that strange thing to me - I used to never get him but eventually at least some of his works gets to you - where he writes great words and insufferable words and when your on his wavelength he is your main man and when he's not ......well Johnny Marr is but he won't stop singing anyway I've posted this song before in other threads but it's my favorite Smiths song (tied with Panic) and it's uncommonly Smiths-y....... dourly funny in the way that only he can be - he's been following them for 6 years but only needs 5 seconds to sum up his life ?.....now that's funny.......but only if you're on his wavelength I mean. For @redhawk10 and Viced :
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2019 1:06:00 GMT
That's a cool pick for favorite from them, and of course Panic rocks...surely one of their most relatable, and in a very self-aware, funny (yet delivered with clear conviction) way. I can't choose a top favorite between You've Got Everything Now, Reel Around the Fountain, and There is a Light that Never Goes Out, all are spectacular.
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Post by eyebrowmorroco on May 16, 2019 13:26:30 GMT
Homos roaming the streets in packs Queer bashers with tyre-jacks Lesbian counter-attacks That stuff is for the big cities
- Nick Cave
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Post by pacinoyes on May 19, 2019 11:48:30 GMT
This song played a big part in setting the tone for a shift in much of the best Rock and Roll - as a sort of literate nihilism. Like Reed, Richard Hell and Perrett this would be inconceivable without Dylan's influence. Lyrically it's simple yet also complicated and contradictory - vulnerable, vulgar, defiant, and hopeless.
Famously covered, in admiringly faithful (but lesser) versions by the Dead Boys and Guns N Roses.
Ain't it fun when you're always on the run Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you've become Ain't it fun when you get so high Well...that you just can't come Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young It's such fun
Ain't it fun when you taking care of number one Ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun Ain't it fun when you just can't seem to find your tongue Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung It's such fun
Well, so you come up to me and spit right in my face I didn't even feel it It was such a disgrace I broke the window smashed my fist right through the glass I didn't even feel it It happened so fast Such fun
Ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt Ain't it fun when you she splits and leaves you on the run Well, Ain't it fun when you broken up every thing that you ever done Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young It's such fun Such fun...........
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Post by cherry68 on May 23, 2019 16:17:03 GMT
Another suburban family morning Grandmother screaming at the wall We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration But we know all her suicides are fake Daddy only stares into the distance There's only so much more that he can take Many miles away something crawls from the slime At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning The factory belches filth into the sky He walks unhindered through the picket lines today, He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street, But all he ever thinks to do is watch, And every single meeting with his so-called superior Is a humiliating kick in the crotch Many miles away something crawls to the surface Of a dark Scottish loch
Another working day has ended Only the rush hour hell to face Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance He knows that something somewhere has to break He sees the family home now, looming in his headlights The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache Many miles away there's a shadow on the door Of a cottage on the shore Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away
Synchronicity II, The police
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Post by eyebrowmorroco on May 23, 2019 18:47:17 GMT
Craving dreams A million miles ago you seem A star that I just don't see Anymore
Words long gone Lost on journeys we walked on Lost are voices heard along the way
Sorry for Never going by your door Never feeling love like that Anymore
- Mark Kozelek
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Post by pacinoyes on May 26, 2019 15:52:04 GMT
More like a way of life than mere lyrics really.....
I met a non-dairy creamer Explicitly laid out like a fruitcake With a wet spot Bigger than a great lake Took me to the new church And baptized me with salt She told me, "liquor" I am a new man Hot freaks This one is on the house This one is better than ever I walked into the house of miraculous recovery And stood before king everything And he asked me to join him in the red wing Took me to pie land Said, "I'm a thigh man" I will be eternally hateful Hot freaks Hot freaks Hot freaks This one is on the house This one is better than ever And this one is on the house This one is better than ever This one is on the house This one is better than ever
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Post by pacinoyes on May 26, 2019 20:25:15 GMT
The fitness coast is growing near The shores they don't stay blond all year The continent moves with growing fears It's all for expensive lawn
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Post by pacinoyes on May 27, 2019 14:00:56 GMT
"I was born to sin, wild and free, so when I die let the devil take me"
Bad ass.......um.
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Post by Johnny_Hellzapoppin on May 28, 2019 9:05:33 GMT
Ash, "Shining Light"
"These are the days you often say There's nothing that we cannot do Beneath a canopy of stars I'd shed blood for you The north star in the firmament You shine the most bright I've seen you draped in an electric veil
Shrouded in celestial light"
Smashing Pumpkins, "For Martha"
"If you have to go don't say goodbye If you have to go don't you cry If you have to go I will get by Someday I'll follow you and see you on the other side"
Sultans of Ping, "Where's Me Jumper"
"My brother knows Karl Marx He met him eating mushrooms in the people's park He said: "What do you think of my manifesto?" "I like your manifesto, put it to the testo" Took me down to meet the anarchist party Met a groovy guy, he was arty farty Said: "I know a little Latin, a kissen an a kai Said: "I dunno what it means", I said: "Neither do I" Eat natural food baked twice daily Fill your nostrils up with gravy Don't drink tea and don't drink coffee Cover your chin in Yorkshire toffee
Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumper Wait a minute: "Where's me jumper? Where's me jumper? Where's me jumper?""
Anti-Nowhere League, "So What"
Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton I've been to Eastbourne too So what, so what And I've been here, I've been there I've been every fucking where So what, so what So what, so what, you boring little cunt Well, who cares, who cares what you do Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you
Well, I've fucked the queen, I've fucked Bach I've even sucked an old man's cock So what, so what And I've fucked a sheep, I've fucked a goat I rammed my cock right down its throat So what, so what So what, so what, you boring little fuck Well, who cares, who cares what you do And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you
And I've drunk that, I've drunk this I've spewed up on a pint of piss So what, so what I've had scank, I've had speed I've jacked up until I bleed So what, so what So what, so what, you boring little cunt Well, who cares, who cares what you do Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you
I've had crabs, I've had lice I've had the clap and that ain't nice So what, so what I've fucked this, I've fucked that I've even fucked a school girl's twat So what, so what So what, so what, you boring little fuck Well, who cares, who cares what you do And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you
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Post by Johnny_Hellzapoppin on Jun 14, 2019 10:13:48 GMT
Every word of "Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman is pitch perfect.
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Post by pacinoyes on Jun 14, 2019 22:06:00 GMT
Not a huge Radiohead fan but I like them well enough ........and this is my favorite song of theirs and one of the reasons is that individual stand alone lines are just inspired here.
"I'll take the quiet life, a handshake, some carbon monoxide" ........ "a job that slowly kills you and bruises that won't heal" ..............."bring down the government they don't speak for us" and especially "such a pretty house and such a pretty...........gar-dennnnnnnnnnn"
Their most cinematic song I think ........video too:
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Post by wonky on Jun 16, 2019 2:01:02 GMT
He makes the best fucking films He makes the best fucking films If I ever meet him I'm gonna grab his fucking neck and just shake him And say thank you, thank you for making such excellent fucking movies
Then I'd twist his nose all the way the fuck around And then rip off one of his ears and throw it like a like a like a fucking frisbee
I wanna chew his fucking lips off And grab his head and suck out one of his eyes And chew on it and spit it out in his face And say thank you thank you for all of your fucking films
Then I'd pick him up by the hair Swing him over my head a few times And throw him across the room And kick all his fucking teeth in And then stomp on his face 40 or 50 times
Cause he makes the best fucking films He makes the best fucking films I've ever seen in my life I fucking love him I fucking love him
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Post by eyebrowmorroco on Jun 16, 2019 2:58:38 GMT
Pappy with the Khaki sweatband Bowed goat potbellied barnyard That only he noticed, the old fart was smart The old gold cloth Madonna Dancin' to the fiddle and saw He ran down behind the knoll And slipped on his wooden fishhead The mouth worked and snapped All the bees back to the bungalow
Momma was flattening lard With her red enamel rollin' pin When the fishhead broke the window Rubber eye erect and precisely detailed Airholes from which breath should come Is now closely fit With the chatter of the old fart inside
An assortment of observations took place Momma licked her lips like a cat Pecked the ground like a rooster Pivoted like a duck Her stockings down caught dust and doughballs She cracked her mouth glaze, caught one eyelash Rubbed her hands on her gorgeous gingham Her hands grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork Open to the room, uh Smell cold mixed with bologna Rubber bands crumpled wax paper bonnets Fat goose legs and special jellies Ignited by the warmth of the room
The old fart smelled this Through his important breather holes Cleverly he dialed from within From the outside we observed That the nose of the wooden mask Where the holes had just been a moment ago Was now smooth amazingly blended, camouflaged in With the very intricate rainbow trout replica
The old fart inside was now breathin' freely From his perfume bottle atomizer air bulb invention
His excited eyes from within the dark interior glazed Watered in appreciation of his thoughtful preparation
- Beefheart
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Post by themoviesinner on Jun 16, 2019 6:56:36 GMT
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Post by pacinoyes on Jul 3, 2019 17:46:55 GMT
The bolded passages below are particularly Punk rock classic lines - that Max Factor line is great put-down - but the whole song is brilliant really - street poetry ..........
"You Gotta Lose"
I hope I don't seem immodest when I tell you that my, my mother was a pinhead and my father was a fly. That's why I love you darling with a love that's so unique: Your glistening wings they complement your head's exquisite peak.
They all died by coin toss. Love's a form of memory loss. I can't forget that triple cross...
You gotta lose, you gotta lose
Not too long ago I knew a guy who thought he can't be beat but he got rabies on his rubies now he can't unlace his feet. And I for twenty minutes yesterday felt great, felt insensate, But when you're twenty minutes late your fate is patient and will wait.
They all died by coin toss. Love's a form of memory loss I can't forget that triple cross...
You gotta lose, you gotta lose
I know it's hard for you to face the fact Max Factor failed your face and that your social life's misshapen cuz you feel so out of place and that the most magic man you'd meet and ask your soul to keep still could only love you from a distance one man deep.
You gotta lose, you gotta lose, you gotta lose, you gotta lose, you gotta lose
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Post by pacinoyes on Aug 26, 2019 11:10:45 GMT
To have any idea how much better The Beatles - and specifically John Lennon - were than any other band in 1964 - and they would never be this far ahead of their rivals as they were in 64/65 - look at the album A Hard Day's Night. 13 songs all originals (like Dylan!), 0 covers, 10 songs written by Lennon (mostly if not all), 9 sung by him (mostly if not all) - every one of his and also McCartney's fine, smaller contributions a potential hit song. This song is a switch song - ie you think the entire song is about something banal and simple ("love") but by the end you know it's about something darker and more complicated ("cheating") - the lyrics never give it away but what he sings takes on a different meaning because of one line "I have no business being here with you ........this way" - all of a sudden the whole lotta things he has to tell her have changed. Already, he was ahead of the game like that.......... countjohn who's a fan I know, although this might be a little early for him (?)
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Post by countjohn on Aug 26, 2019 21:31:04 GMT
To have any idea how much better The Beatles - and specifically John Lennon - were than any other band in 1964 - and they would never be this far ahead of their rivals as they were in 64/65 - look at the album A Hard Day's Night. 13 songs all originals (like Dylan!), 0 covers, 10 songs written by Lennon (mostly if not all), 9 sung by him (mostly if not all) - every one of his and also McCartney's fine, smaller contributions a potential hit song. This song is a switch song - ie you think the entire song is about something banal and simple ("love") but by the end you know it's about something darker and more complicated ("cheating") - the lyrics never give it away but what he sings takes on a different meaning because of one line "I have no business being here with you ........this way" - all of a sudden the whole lotta things he has to tell her have changed. Already, he was ahead of the game like that.......... countjohn who's a fan I know, although this might be a little early for him (?) I have heard their whole discography but as a personal preference thing am generally not big on pre 65/66 rock music. The Beatles were definitely far better than any other band when they first started out, though. As you talked about even on the early songs John's lyrics were often very interesting and were superficially love songs but not really. He did that a lot with his songs on Beatles For Sale too.
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