Lyricists on par with the best poets

Townes is great, classic american country and folk music has a level of literacy, mythology, and wordplay that is quite beautiful

Bob Dylan
Cohen
Cash
Hank Williams
Morissey
McCartney
George Harrison
Joni Mitchell
Springsteen
Tom Waits
Jagger/Richards
Paul Simon
Stevie Wonder
Brian Wilson
Neil Young
Woody Guthrie
Dolly Parton
Patti Smith
Lucinda Williams
Loretta Lynn
Jackson Browne
David Bowie
Robbie Robertson
Billie Joel
Don Henley
Don McLean
Willie Nelson
James Taylor
Marvin Gaye

Chico Buarque

honestly, if anybody thinks lyricists can match real poets they didn't read enough good poetry. i'd like to see Dylan go against T.S.Eliot any time..

Well who do you think comes the closest

Leonard Cohen

Fucking love Townes. He has a real talent for taking cliche country music symbols like whip-poor-wills and railroads, and giving them a new life.

...

youtube.com/watch?v=imSFwqq4cO0

Early Cohen with some bible songs like "Story of Isaac", and some very specific Dylan songs, which arent surreal nonsence or phases where he didnt gove a shit, but real poetry, the first one that comes to mind is "When the ship comes in". But, if you're really into this stuff I recommend searching outside of the english language. Jacques Brel's Port of Amsterdam (search for live versions) is amazing, and so are Brecht/Weill collaborations the best one being "Pirate Jenny", done in a very good version by Nina Simone in 1961 live concert.

Lennon/ McCartney

youtube.com/watch?v=rsDkmVo2fg4

Homer

Stephan Burnett

youtube.com/watch?v=jwH6RuBIsFY

youtube.com/watch?v=Y9HKl8H0PWg

This guy is right.
youtube.com/watch?v=98VBUYisZZg

I do like Syd Barrett though a little too much.

poison is a great song. and bert jansch is a great guitarist. but never really considered him a great lyricist.

Basho is an even better guitarist and a better lyricist

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*dabs on monolingual angl*s*

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Shssss!
youtube.com/watch?v=09guxj1weq8

Moz
Donald Fagan
Zevon
Peter Steele
Douglas Pearce
Greg Dulli
Mike Cooley
Robert Smith
Hank von Helvete for hilarity
Randy Newman arguably
Johnny Rebel for b&r

Wu-Tang

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Unironically Em.
>Things have got so bad between us, I don't see us ever bein'
>Together ever again, like we used to be when we was teenagers
>But then, of course, everything always happens for a reason
>I guess it was never meant to be, but it's just something
>We have no control over, and that's what destiny is
>But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
>Maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream

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I don't know, she has some amazing lyrics but a lot of them are also kind of bland.

Mike Ness hit or miss

>not Aesop Rock

lmao no
>life's not a bitch, she's a beautiful women, you just mad cuz she won't let you have dat pussy
cringe, this is high school tier shit. go beat yourself with a dildo.

>implying eminem isn't cringier

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Niggerposters leave

Gene clark
Nick cave
Blind Willie johnson
John Stewart
David tibet
Blixa bargeld
Mark e smith
Woody Guthrie
John prine
Kan mikami
Aleksandr vertinsky
Jackson c frank

Scott Walker

consider suicide if you're serious

Uhm, Social D is alright but I really don't think Mike Ness is in the running for being the greatest of lyrical geniuses to ever put pen to paper.

I agree. Of his songs, I think Trapeze Swinger in particular hits on what it is you're talking about.

Buck 65

fuck off

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That’s a cool song but lyrics are garbage.

Brian Wilson with Van Dyke Parks on the assist.

But what do their lyrics MEAN??

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l,o,l

The only song that would hold up on its own as a poem is Zurich Is Stained by Pavement and even that's mostly because it's almost too clever to be a song.

Thick, black felt birds, are flying
With capes of solid chrome
With feathers of solid chrome
And beaks of solid bone
And bleached the air around them
White and cold well, well

Gareth Liddiard of The Drones and Tropical Fuck Storm.

“Yeah, Dan Pearl
They cut your head off on TV
But I am not a camera
A man is not an effigy
But still all this horror
Has made a trench out of my soul
I'm gonna have to fall in love with a blind girl
So she will not see the shame that I know”

Who said I was pretending? I know I’m mid-tier IQ, maybe 1.5 standard deviations above average in linguistic-verbal, but the rest balances it out

>no one has posted the literal Pulitzer winner k-dot

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Please never comment on this board again

Van Dyke Parks

Eh, literature is shit these days anyway. Can it really be said most of the people who have won that award in the last several years really deserve it more than him?

this is the kind of brainlet that habits Yea Forums, holy fucking shit man, of course they deserve more than Dylan, the best lyricist in the world is still a mediocre poet

I'm not familiar with Dylan, but I know his name has stayed relevant for decades because of his lyrics, something that can't be said for many of those who have previously won these awards.

Bump

Don Van Vliet

War One was balls an' powder an' blood an' snow
War Two rained death an' showers an' skeletons
Danced an' screaming an dying in the ovens
Cough an' smoke an' dying by the dozens

Down in Dachau blues
Down in Dachau blues

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The force of two babbling negros
Melvin van peebles
Gil Scott heron

Give it to me straight lads, am I a massive faggot for liking Bon Iver lyrics? i think he's been tainted by art hoes by he's still pretty good desu

>ishiguro
>deserves "the highest prize in literature"
You're a retard too. Don't misunderstand me; Dylan is shit and nobels are shit. but you're unironically retarded.

You are a massive faggot for looking for validation on yr taste from the literature board of an anime chan

Lunikoff
youtube.com/watch?v=Q0rUNOaU-J4

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if you look through this thread and you think Yea Forums has good taste and they are someone who can judge anyone for their taste you should kill yourself

>Father John Misty

Our Mother The Mountain is one of the best albums of all time

This thread is full of faggots. Who better to ask if a certain lyricist is a faggot

ITT:

anglos
anglos
anglos
anglos
anglos

How about listening to something different but still god-tier, for once?

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Top notch. I'd add in Johnny Cash and call that list complete.

Never heard of him.

>ctrl f
>no Tom T. Hall
Everyone here has a treat ahead of them.

Bump

I'm not looking for validation but for recommendations. If I'll do this thread on Yea Forums I'll get Cohen, randy Newman, Dylan, that fag from nmh, mountain goats guy, and the thread is over. This board isnt that better by a long shot, but as you see people are more willing to try and recommend some good stuff, even if it is fisher price first non-anglosphere lyricists

I rarely listen to music these years, but when I do I come back to Townes and his live recordings. Great artist.

Difference between lyricism and poetics is trivial.

It really isn't. A text made to be sung will never be the same as a text made to be read. If you read aloud a song's text, 95% of times it sounds like shit. Also, I still have to find a lyricist with the same depth of the greatest poets.

>and I would stand on Cormac McCarthy's coffee table wearing nothing but my cowboy boots and say it to his face.

Cormac McCarthy deserves the nobel just as much as Dylan: not in the least.

Based and Brelpilled
>tfw femme infidele

my unironic pick

but actually this is true

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Nobel is just Jews signaling other Jews, irrelevant. Cornkob is King for Blood Meridian alone.

I just wanted to make a steve earle/ townes van zandt joke and I picked a random author who gets mentioned in conjunction with the nobel sometimes. Honestly I don't really care who wins it

He ruminated about communism and other cuck topics, Jews like that kind of shit. There is nothing special in him. Hippie shit.

bump from me as well; cant participate atm

great band, but not really known for their lyrics

Tim mother fucking Hardin. His first 2 records has some of the best lyrics I've ever heard

Che Che... wearing a red star
Smoking his cigar
And when he died
The whole world lied
They said he was a saint
But I know he ain't

Nothing compares to him

cringe

I cry but I can't buy
Your Veteran's Day poppy
It don't get me high
It can only make me cry
It can never grow another
Son like the one who warmed me my days
After rain and warmed my breath
My life's blood

Love the Don

There’s ole Gray with ‘er dove-winged hat
Threre’s ole Green with her sewing machine
Where’s the bobbin at?
Tote’n old grain in uh printed sack
The dust blows forward ‘n dust blows back
And the wind blows black thru the sky
And the smokestack blows up in suns eye
What am I gonna die?
Uh white flake riverboat just flew by
Bubbles popped big
‘n uh lipstick Kleenex hung on uh pointed forked twig
Reminds of the bobby girls
Never was my hobby girls
Hand full uh worms and uh pole fishin’
Cork bobbin’ like uh hot red bulb
‘n uh blue jay squeaks
His beak open an inch above uh creek
Gone fishin’ for a week
Well I put down my bush
‘n I took of my pants ‘n felt free
The breeze blowin’ up me ‘n up the canyon
Far as I could see
It’s night now and the moon looks like uh dandelion
It’s black now ‘n the blackbird’s feedin’ on rice
‘n his red wings look diamonds ‘n lice
I can hear the mice toes scamperin’
Gophers rumblin’ in pile crater rock hole
One red bean stuck in the bottom of uh tin bowl
Hot coffee from uh krimpt up can

Me ‘n my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam

Bump

dylan is the jk rowling of music

BOOM! KA-POW! RAZZAMATAZZ!
Battlefield Earth and all that jazz
There's an alien with dreadlocks named John Travolta
He sneers and he jeers every time he jolts ya
His meanness is more major than his gigantic girth
So climb aboard the spaceship Battlefield Earth!

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One September morning when I was five
My daddy said "Son rise from your bed."
I thought I must be dreaming it's still dark outside
He said "Son if you fall behind you'll never get ahead
Here's your little brown cowboy shirt put it on
Here's your little brown cowboy pants put 'em on
Here's your little brown shoes can you tie them yourself?
Get into the car we're gone!"
We drove it seemed like forever
Further than I'd ever been away from home
Then my daddy stopped the car, and he turned to me
He said, "Son it's time to make us proud of you,
It's time to do what's right
Gonna have to learn to work hard"
I said, "Work? What are you talking about?
You're not gonna leave me here, are you?"
He said "Yes I am!"
And drove off into the morning light
For a while I stood there, on the sidewalk
A Roy Rogers lunch pail in my hand
Then I heard sweet children's voices calling
And I began to understand
They said, "Four eyes! Look like you're still sleeping!"
"Four eyes! Look like you're dead!"
"Four eyes! Where have you been keeping yourself?"
"Look like you been whupped upside the head."

Leonard Cohen

Sixto Rodriguez has some good ones

Was it a huntsman or a player
That made you pay the cost
That now assumes relaxed positions
And prostitutes your loss?
Were you tortured by your own thirst
In those pleasures that you seek
That made you Tom the curious
That makes you James the weak?

And you claim you got something going
Something you call unique
But I've seen your self-pity showing
As the tears rolled down your cheeks

Soon you know I'll leave you
And I'll never look behind
'Cos I was born for the purpose
That crucifies your mind
So con, convince your mirror
As you've always done before
Giving substance to shadows
Giving substance ever more

And you assume you got something to offer
Secrets shiny and new
But how much of you is repetition
That you didn't whisper to him too

Morrissey is the only correct answer

Who is the t.s Elliot of music though

I WISH I COULD SAVE HER
IN SOME SORT OF TIME MACHINE

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checked
I'm a lot like my dad I would have to say
He's been wearing a beard ever since mom passed away
She would have hated it
Inspiring he likes to go to church to hear the choir sing
Roses and Bluejays
Winner comes game over
He's in the driveway removing snow with a flame thrower
Drives a hard bargain, knows how to get the deals
Spring fever hits he needs a new set of wheels
Every year it never fails
Roaming around in his home town beachcombing
Roses and Bluejays
I'm a lot like my father
He knows he should go to work but sometimes
He doesn't bother
Reads books of every sort
And gets all the news he needs from the weather report
The door stays open a few days and closes
What's more important than blue jays and roses?
Son of a gun, the old man is something else
In addition to being a bullfighter and magician
He's a lazy river, slow moving train
Future hall of famer, playing through the pain
He's a grizzly bear
And do you know one time he even saw a UFO?
My dad's favorite things are roses and bluejays
I'd say we're the same in more than a few ways we're
Full of beans and big ideas
'Cause I can't sleep I'm not sure why he is
Wide awake and off to the races
Out of gas and lost in space so
Full of beans and big ideas
'Cause I can't sleep I'm not sure why he is
Wide awake
And off to the races
Out of gas and lost in space

No

Bump

you're lucky you got dubs you fucking dill pickle

t.Semen Stained Mountaintop

youtu.be/LNIXCHoUJDg
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave

now that's flipping poetry

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Stop bumping this disgusting angloid complacency thread you fucking shits

fuck off user it's not like there are any decent threads on here at the moment

>no mention of Robin Pecknold

Nice

I'd disagree with that to a certain extent and Townes is my favorite artist. Most of his best songs fit the classic country/folk vein, they're just written well enough to have a gravitas that isn't usually there.

bob dylan..?

based

I kinda like Dan Deacon

Not the user you responded to but that's precisely why I think Dylan shouldn't have gotten the award even if he was deserving. His place in the history books has been cemented for over half a century at this point, he really didn't need yet another award. Whoever else would've gotten it would have that much more recognition to his or her name.

>he really didn't need yet another award.
Awards are rarely "needed." They are either deserved or not, and if nobody deserve the award that year more than he did, he should have received it.

I don't think nobody deserved it more than him though. There were others who were just as worthy, that's the case in most categories every year.

Peanuts and kiddie Molotov cocktails
On a starved stomach
On Sunday afternoons
I've got tobacco allergies
And a bloody tongued cat lick ticking the lil' piggy peeping out of
A size and a half ago shoe

I watch myself in the fishtank mirror in the corner
All the fish died for Friday's fish fry
I'm watching a sunken ship
One Sunday
Like a likable bully
He pulls to a picnic and builds a fire
December embers trickle up
Set roots in a soil sky as January's stars

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Well, then that's the question, but Dylan should not be excluded because he wrote lyrics or because he wrote he's so famous ipsi facti.

>WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?
>MY MOM AND DAD WERENT PERFECT
>BUT YOU STILL DONT HEAR NO CRYIN ASS BITCHIN FROM ME
>LIKE THERE SEEMS TO BE ON EVERYBODY'S CD
>SO JUST SIT BACK AND RELAX AND LET ME HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR A MINUTE
>I CAN SHOW YOU SOMETHIN IN IT THAT HAS YET TO BE PRESENTED
OH YEAH

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one of these days the collective taste of Yea Forums is gonna get so bad that people will unironically tout evanescence or nickelback in these threads

callahan

based.
youtube.com/watch?v=IYAiTg8Tdk4
add in Takada Wataru, Morita Doji, and Aoba Ichiko

how has no one said David Berman yet

Based mods taking down the rap(ist) thread.

"Musicians will never be counted alongside the great poets. Mark my words!"
-Harold Bloom (probably)-

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that guy sucks

I dont listen to music in languages I understand
Thus the voice is more like an instrument

Brel himself disagrees with you.

In this rare moment
I notice one among many
who is fortunately
my nigga

Bump

Scott Walker

>Zurich Is Stained
What does he mean by that?

Unironically Jeff Mangum

Oh comely
I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only
Meaningful memory you thought you had left
With some pretty bright and bubbly
Terrible scene that was doing her thing on your chest
But oh comely
It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess
In your memory you're
Drunk on your awe to me
It doesn't mean anything at all
Oh comely
All of your friends are all letting you blow
Bristling and ugly
Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
Of some pretty bright and bubbly
Friend you could need to say comforting things in your ear
But oh comely
There isn't such one friend that you could find
Here standing next to me only my enemy
I'll crush him with everything i own
Say what you want to say hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracle for me
Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings and bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful all in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden was all you were needing
When you still believed in me
Say what you want to say and hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracle for me
I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and 500 families
And will she remember me 50 years later
I wished i could save her in some sort of time machine
Know all your enemies
We know who our enemies are
Know all your enemies
We know who our enemies are
Goldaline my dear
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here
There is sun and spring and green forever
But now we move to feel
For ourselves inside some strangers stomach
Place your body here
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine

The only good thing about these threads is that I find some based Pavement fans .
Also, why zurich is stained? I think Greenlabder, Here and Conduit for sale are much more literary and poetic

Peter Hammill (His work in Van Der Graaf is unmatched)
Townes Van Zandt
Don McLean
Lee Hazlewood
Leonard Cohen
Donald Fagen
Warren Zevon
The Minutemen (Watt & Boon)
Lou Reed
Wildcard: Steve Albini

Guy Clark can be really great

dunno really but peter gabriel's lyrics in genesis are really creative

bitch read his poetry

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The holy trinity; Dylan, Townes, Mark
Only Cohen comes close

itt: further proof 4chna is one big hive consciousness

Unironically

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You pleb faggot

Greatest lyricist of all time, but yeah.

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Emil Cioran

Dave van Ronk

youtube.com/watch?v=PDW3uDa26-s

Bump

you are a fucking retarded, Ishiguro is meiocre but its better to give to a WRITER than to a musician

fucking mong, I bet you are another monolingual brianlet, fucking rope yourself

Calm down before you shit yourself retard. No one cares what your autistic ass thinks. Stay mad.

>Sorrow and solitude, these are the precious things and the only words that are worth remembering.
BASED TVZ

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I had a dream that you were leaving
It's hard to be a lover when the TV's on
and nothing is in your eyes

I had a dream that you were leaving
Where every atom falling in the universe
is passing through our minds

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If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again

Well Loretta, she's a bar-room girl
Wears them sevens on her sleeve
Dances like a diamond shines
Tell me lies I love to believe
Her age is always 22
Her laughin' eyes a hazel hue
Spends my money like water falls
Loves me like I want her to
Oh Loretta, won't you say to me?
Darlin', put your guitar on
Have a little shot of booze
Play a blue and wailin' song
My guitar rings a melody
My guitar sings, Loretta's fine
Long and lazy, blonde and free
I can have her any time
Sweetest at the break of day
Prettiest in the settin' sun
She don't cry when I can't stay
'Least not till she's all alone
Loretta, I won't be gone long
Keep your dancin' slippers on
Keep me on your mind a while
I'll be back babe to make you smile
Loretta, she's a bar-room girl
Wears them sevens on her sleeve
Dances like a diamond shines
Tell me lies I love to believe

pop music ain't lit, cuntry's best is deliverance

Bump

Brian Wilson? He wrote the lyrics to maybe three of his major songs that I can recall. Van Dyke Parks/Tony Asher/Mike Love were his main lyricists.

No Lennon?

Yep

When did every singer-songwriter decide they wanted to look like the guy from Iron & Wine?

I want a nasty little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses
(Wee-oo-oo)
A horny little Jewish Princess
With a garlic aroma that could level Tacoma
(FA!)
Lonely inside
Well, she can swallow my pride

I need a hairy little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
With a brand new nose
(Oo-ee-oo)
Who knows where it goes
I want a steamy little Jewish Princess
(KSSS!)
With over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums
I don't want no troll
I just want a Yemenite hole

I want a darling little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
Who don't know shit about cooking and is arrogant looking
(Woo-eee-ooo)
A vicious little Jewish Princess
To specifically happen with a pee-pee that's snappin'
All up inside
I just want a Princess to ride

Awright, back to the top . . .
(Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!)
Everybody twist!

I want a funky little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
A grinder; a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper
A brazen little Jewish Princess
(HI-YO!)
With titanic tits
(WHOAH!)
And sand-blasted zits
She can even be poor
So long as she does it with four on the floor
(Vapor-lock)

I want a dainty little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
With a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters
A fragile little Jewish Princess
(HI-YO!)
With Roumanian thighs, who weasels 'n lies
For two or three nights
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites

>and a lonely child longingly looks for a place to belong

townes is a shit lyricist

bump

>autistic screeching

Step aside, monolingual scum

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PRDONAME SEÑOR,
PERO A VECES ME CANSO
A VECES ME CANSO,
DE SER UN CIUDADANO

ME CANSA LA CIUDAD,
LAS OFICINAS
ME CANSA LA FAMILIA
Y LA ECONOMÍA.

PERDONAME SEÑOR
ESTOY HARTO DE ESTE INFIERNO
ESTE MERCADO MEDIOCRE
DONDE TODOS TIENEN PRECIO.

PERDONAME SEÑOR
PERO YO ME IRÉ CONTIGO
POR TUS MONTAÑAS
TUS MARES Y TUS RIOS.

PERDONAME SEÑOR
NO QUIERO SER UN CIUDADANO
YO QUIERO SER UN HOMBRE,SEÑOR
COMO ME HAS CREADO.

damn....

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Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes
I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!
Smell of a stonefruit being cut and being opened
Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking

And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I was the last one?

Scrape your knee: it is only skin
Makes the sound of violins

When I cut your hair, and leave the birds all the trimmings
I am the happiest woman among all women

And the shallow water stretches as far as I can see
Knee deep, trudging along —
The seagull weeps ‘so long’ —
I’m humming a threshing song —

Until the night is over, hold on
Hold on;
Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn

I have got some business out at the edge of town
Candy weighing both of my pockets down
Till I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them
(and knowing how the commonfolk condemn
What it is I do, to you, to keep you warm:
Being a woman. Being a woman.)

But always up the mountainside you’re clambering
Groping blindly, hungry for anything;
Picking through your pocket linings —
Well, what is this?
Scrap of sassafras, eh Sisyphus?

I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain
Little sister, he will be back again
I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain
Spiders’ ghosts hang, soaked and dangling
Silently from all the blooming cherry trees
In tiny nooses, safe from everyone —
Nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done —
Be a woman. Be a woman

The great truth is there isn't one
And it only gets worse since that conclusion
The irony of being an extension to nothing
And the force of inertia is now a vital factor

And there is despair underneath each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to support
And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow

I envy the maggots
Their stuff at least sticks together
Better than laudations of misinformed seers
And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with

It's like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx
With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil
After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs
And I don't even remember which brink is which

The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence
Shining pearl of Augeas' crown pales in comparison

And there is despair underneath each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to support
And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow

The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still
It's the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life

There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind
As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others

Will Toledo

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Silvio Rodríguez
Leonard Cohen
Chico Buarque
Joaquín Sabina
Neil Young
Kendrick Lamar (some songs)

Kys