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Your favourite song lyrics?
Daniel James
Austin Morris
>listening to "songs"
man do I remember when I was 16.
Tyler Howard
>not listening to songs
are you deaf
Brayden Hill
Now there's a look in your eyes
Like black holes in the sky
Adrian Jenkins
Parker Gomez
only boomers and angsty eternal teenagers listen to anything but classical music
Benjamin Turner
One step ahead is a step too far away from you
Dominic Taylor
classical at it's time was made to entertain the masses, just as modern music is now
Liam Robinson
>the art of fugue was made to entertain the masses
christ... the type of people you can find on this forsaken board
Carter Allen
Colleen - Joanna Newsom
I tell it as I best know how,
And that's the way it was told to me:
Must have once been a thief or a whore,
Then surely was thrown overboard,
Where, they say,
I came their way from the deep blue sea.
It picked me up and tossed me round.
I lost my shoes and tore my gown.
Forgot my name,
And drowned.
Then woke up with the surf a-pounding;
It seemed I had been run aground.
Well they took me in and shod my feet
And taught me prayers for chastity
And said my name would be Colleen, and
I was blessed among all women,
To have forgotten everything.
And as the weeks and months ensued
I tried to make myself of use.
Tilled and planted, but could not produce —
not root, nor leaf, nor flower, nor bean; Lord!
It seemed I overwatered everything.
And I hate the sight of that empty air,
like stepping for a missing stair
and falling forth forever blindly:
cannot grab hold of anything! No,
Not I, most blessed among Colleens.
I dream some nights of a funny sea,
as soft as a newly born baby.
It cries for me so pitifully!
And I dive for my child with a wildness in me,
and am so sweetly there received.
But last night came a different dream;
a gray and sloping-shouldered thing
said "What's cinched 'round your waist, Colleen?
Is that my very own baleen?
No! Have you forgotten everything?"
This morning, 'round the cape at dawn,
some travellers sailed into town
with scraps for sale and the saddest songs
and a book of pictures, leather-bound, that
showed a whale with a tusk a meter long.
Well I asked the man who showed it me,
"What is the name of that strange beast?"
He said its name translated roughly to
He-Who-Easily-Can-Curve-Himself-Against-The-Sky.
And I am without words.
He said, "My lady looks perturbed.
(the light is in your eyes, Colleen)."
I said, "Whatever can you mean?"
He leaned in and said,
"You ain't forgotten everything."
"You dare to speak a lady's name?"
He says, "My lady is mistaken.
I would not speak your name in this place;
and if I were to try then the wind — I swear —
would rise, to tear you clean from me without a
trace."
"Have you come, then, to rescue me?"
He laughed and said, "from what, 'colleen'?"
You dried and dressed most willingly.
you corseted, and caught the dread disease
by which one comes to know such peace."
Well, it's true that I came to know such things as
the laws that govern property
and the herbs to feed the babes that wean,
and the welting weight for every season;
but still
I don't know any goddamned "Colleen."
Then dive down there with the lights to lead
that seem to shine from everything —
down to the bottom of the deep blue sea;
down where your heart beats so slow,
and you never in your life have felt so free.
Will you come down there with me?
Down where our bodies start to seem like
artifacts of some strange dream,
which afterwards you can't decipher,
and so, soon, have forgotten
Everything.
Carter Torres
>cherrypicking
that would be a yikes from me
Dominic Green
>cherrypicking is bad but retarded generalizing is good
are you a nigger or something?
Luke Roberts
It’s easy to feel sophisticated while listening to baroque, but there are songs which are way more complex and interesting than classical music.
Btw Bach is pleb tier classical.
Ethan Gray
>talking about general genre
>let's pick some esoteric example with only redeeming quality being that it's esoteric
>le nigger
sure is summer round here
Benjamin Sanders
>way more complex and interesting than classical music
tell me your most complex and interesting example of that
>Btw Bach is pleb tier classical.
let me guess, you also listen to rap?
Jack Richardson
Charles Lewis
What now comes to mind..
>...
>A few gray federales say
>They could have had him any day
>They only let him go so wrong
>Out of kindness, I suppose
Or maybe
>...
>The other day at the potlatch
>Come visitin' was a sasquatch
>Who said although I'm a mismatch
>Can I stay for just awhile?
>'cause the likes of us are few
>And I've still got nothin' to do!
Brandon Baker
Crooks lay in a weighted state
Waiting for the dead assassin
While the rust pure powder puffs
Shimmering opaque red
Papers spread, no one driving
We hurled direct ahead
The windows dark-green tinted
The hearse, a taxi instead
Snow storms forecast imminently in areas
Dogger, Viking, Moray, Forth, and Orkney
Keeping cover in denuded scrub, the school destroyed, raze the club
Panic spreading, threat of fire
Crowded beneath a layer of foam
Refugees intertwined, alone
Within the institution walls
In pastel blue, clinical white, slashed red lipsticked
Mercy nurse tonight
Seems like dark grey stockings
In the raking torchlight
With a four AM stubble
A midnight transvestite
Moray, Forth, and Orkney
Blake Gonzalez
There are plenty of examples.
Kendrick Lamar redefined the rap game with his profound lyricism and incredibly rich and progressive production, making him one of the best hip hop artists of all time and possibly one of the most prolific musicians of this century.
Just a couple of decades ago, Radiohead wrote a symphonic masterpiece known as OK Computer, hugely influenced by existentialist writers, avant-garde music and jazz. Their blend of styles and experimental rock tendencies clearly earned them a special place among the greats, including classical composers. Also, they went on to release a brilliant record titled Kid A, which changed experimental electronic music for good.
There are quite a few instances of popular musicians producing works of art: My Bloody Valentine, Neutral Milk Hotel, Miles Davis all put out great records. Writing off popular music or the song format just because it doesn’t belong to classical is pathetic. If these albums had come out in the 1800s, they would be considered classical as well.
Evan Lopez
>Le
Chase Torres
You had me slightly curious until
>Kendrick Lamar
please consider completely abandoning this board
Carson Mitchell
youtube.com
or anything from this album
Asher Miller
Awful atoll —
O, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow!
Bawl, bellow:
Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow
Toddle and roll;
Teethe an impalpable bit of leather
While yarrow, heather and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt along the shore
Grayson Flores
I'm in love for the first time
I'm in love with your mom
Got a lump in the pants for her
I am the Son of Vom
Making out
Shacking up
Your Jazz is really hot
But your mummy
Is so yummy
She's something you are not
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOM
Got my hands on your knockers
Yours are better than some
Yours have never had milk
Not like the ones on your mom
Highschool english
You got an A
You knew your Dickens plot
But your mom
Has been to college
You're just a dropout twat
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOM
I got my fingers in you baby
Wish they were in your mom
Suckin on her nips that's right
And her suckin on my prong!
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOM
Every night
I get a hard
I beat it till I'm sore
You wonder why
I'm often limp
It's cause I want her more
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOM
William Parker
My neighbors ask me why I'm limping down the way
And who that fellow was who came by yesterday
I quickly turn my face before I start to blush
'Cause frankly there is nothing I can say
I've always had a thing for pushing the extremes
And I've just got a thing you won't find in the magazines
This molded silicone has got me begging please
Give me more of what I really need
'Cause there is no cock like horse cock
Send your asshole into shock
You need horse cock of course-cock
Grab the lube and slam the day away
My shaft is quivering, my balls are turning blue and
I think of drinking in a foot or even two
My favorite stallion that I keep in my top drawer
Slip it in and out be dripping goo
As I take more cock, horse cock
Shut the door and turn the lock
Is your cock a horse cock?
You will never hear me saying neigh!
'Cause there is no cock like horse cock
Rub my dick inside a sock
Don't stop now, horse cock
Stretch out my insides and make me pray
My lovely horse cock, horse cock
Horse cock, horse cock
Nolan Allen
The man in black does it for me..
Landon Flores
Wayfaring stranger is the song. Shitty embed
Jayden Bell
self-centred nonsense
did a woman write this?
Michael Cook
take the fookin marble out of yer mouth....ROORODOOODDD DDDOOOOOD ODDDOODD ROOOROR ROOOOO
Ian Howard
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Called shots cheap shots
Slack jaws low blows
Weak chins chin checked
Chin up like cholos
No life signs left
Ah yes, try mine
This thresh hold thresh
Hold stretch life times
Machine human malformed machine
Uninformed unit forlorn regime
Metamorph me into done for at last
At least until my present shore has past
Why me?
Why me?
Why me?
Why me?
Why me?
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Nut job, no job
Fuck jobs, not hired
Low lands, road rash
War path crossfire
Non-threats, hot mess
Known threats, stalk less
Talk less, show less
Snatch yours trap doors
Ripper ripper skin tight, too tight
Too tight holding solid moonlight moonlight
Moonlight, kevlar coated slit moon, lunar gush
Lunar gush carry on carrion never been far enough
Hocus breaking in and centering
Broke in and gave up on everything, everything
Why me?
Why me?
Why me?
Why me?
Why me?
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Rot clot corpse cut
Corpse cut your husk
Scorned husk born shook
Torn trick core breached
Shook fuck shit head
Bitch too short street
Shut the fuck up or fed
Both you're
Disappointed
Nathaniel Clark
How is it nonsense?
Justin Hughes
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Henry Perry
Let Down - Radiohead (bigup the kafka references throughout)
Transport
Motorways and tramlines
Starting and then stopping
Taking off and landing
The emptiest of feelings
Disappointed people
Clinging onto bottles
And when it comes it's so so disappointing
Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around
Shell smashed, juices flowing
Wings twitch legs are going
Don't get sentimental
It always ends up drivel
One day I am gonna grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and
Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around
Let down and hanging
Let down
Let down
You know, you know where you are with
You know where you are with
Floor collapsing, floating
Bouncing back and
Angel Carter
Hoes Mad [x24]
Hoes mad, hoes mad, I pull up in that old Jag
Hoe fast, I got these bitches staring, comparing
If that's your girl, not sharing, that's past tense
I be flexing, I say "baby why you hating and you wanna drink my liquor?"
But I ain't even tripping, Irv, please pass me a swisher
Smoking dope till I get hiccups, I think I need a pick up
So wanna pick me up, cause these pills got me real high up
But these hoes mad, hoes mad, I think I fucked her best friend
Her cousin, I got these bitches staring
They fighting, they texting me some weird shit
Oh man, hoes mad
Hoes Mad [x24]
Oh man, Oh man, I'm busting hard let me call Flash
Pull up fast, 2 bitches tried to set me up, almost blast
15 up in that pocket rocket, bitch think fast
I can't go, yes I gotta keep it on me
Bitch I'm going out like Tony
I heard these bitches sneaky, tried to get me by my lonely
I'm a duh bitch, not a dummy
I'm all about some money, and where the fuck the liquor?
Drinking Henny till I'm scummy
Whole time, whole time, I'm flexing hard like Busta Rhymes
You worth a dime, I'm all about my Peso, yayo
Need all mine, yo bitch she on my other line
Press decline, hoes mad
Hoes Mad [x24]
Robert White
There are actually classical songs. They're called "lieder"
Dylan Martin
YES my cock is getting hard
we ARE born different after all
Lucas Russell
Kid A
Josiah Edwards
What's in the sky shining silver, shimering sleek?
A star, a star is born
Down came the angels
From heaven up above, oh
Drunk on the passion
And the fragrance of song
With feathered wings flapping upon the wind
To my door they did descend
Quietly a knock
"Forgive the intrusion, but we've traversed so far
Three wise men who seek a star
Came down from heaven from the throne room of grace
Where the counsel of the most high sent us so
To speak in their place"
"We seek shelter, from the storm on the horizon"
"Can you give us what we seek, give me shelter for my friends and I?"
"What I have I give unto you, all I have is this humble abode
And you're welcome to rest here (if) I may be so bold
Tell me what it was that what said, just as was told."
"Fair enough my friend, we would hate to keep you unaware."
"Then do come in and let me entertain you!"
"Well don't hesitate out with it now
I'm in earnest pray tell
What was it that was spoken
That my soul will sit well?"
"My son it's a bit complicated you see
To say what was said is nothing easy
They seek a seer to ride the sea
To crash the tide, and protect the free
They want a watchman upon the wall to sound the alarm."
"What sort of someone does the counsel now seek?"
"My son they didn't say, they gave us the message and sent us on our way
All we know is to follow the star, and the star did set
Above this meagre barn that you inhabit
And you're not what we expected all covered in shit
We're just the messengers
And we know far better than to try and interpret
Only we deliver this message for the council of God, that in exchange for all these things
God will bless the man with angel wings
To fly above and see beyond
Immortalise his words and give him power over the curse
To call or calm the storms."
"My son, if you want God to bring about
These strange and wildest things
He requires a cost that you must count as loss
If you want those angel wings
In exchange for all these things
He requires something that's already quite His."
"What, what does he ask?"
"In exchange for the wings He requires
Your life for this."
Nathan Parker
Carl Michael Bellman desu
Bentley Gray
Alex Turner's. Particularly those in Humbug and DESU+C.
Mason Edwards
Surf's Up
A diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand some drummed along, oh
To a handsome man and baton (Bygone, bygone)
A blind class aristocracy
Back through the opera glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drawn (Bygone, bygone)
Columnated ruins domino
Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?
Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn (Bygone, bygone)
The music hall, a costly bow
The music, all is lost for now
To a muted trumperter swan (Bygone, bygone)
Columnated ruins domino
Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping, Brother John?
Dove-nested towers the hour was
Strike the street quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog
Two-step to lamp lights cellar tune
The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne
The glass was raised, the fired rose
The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting
While at port, adieu or die
A choke of grief heart hardened I
Beyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry
Logan Thomas
Eighteen naked cowboys in the showers at Ram Ranch
Big hard throbbing cocks wanting to be sucked
Eighteen naked cowboys wanting to be fucked
Cowboys in the showers at Ram Ranch
On their knees wanting to suck cowboy cocks
Ram Ranch really rocks
Hot hard buff cowboys, their cocks throbbing hard
Eighteen more wild cowboys out in the yard
Big bulging cocks ever so hard
Orgy in the showers at Ram Ranch
Big hard throbbing cocks ramming cowboy butt
Like a breeding ram wanting to rut
Big hard throbbing cocks getting sucked real deep
Cowboys even getting fucked in their sleep
Ram Ranch, it rocks
Cowboys love big hard throbbing cocks
Eighteen naked cowboys in the showers at Ram Ranch
Big hard throbbing cocks wanting to be sucked
Eighteen naked cowboys wanting to be fucked
Cowboys in the showers at Ram Ranch
On their knees wanting to suck cowboy cocks
Ram Ranch really rocks
Hot hard buff cowboys, their cocks throbbing hard
Eighteen more wild cowboys out in the yard
Big bulging cocks ever so hard
Orgy in the showers at Ram Ranch
Big hard throbbing cocks ramming cowboy butt
Like a breeding ram wanting to rut
Eighteen naked cowboys in the showers at Ram Ranch
Big hard throbbing cocks wanting to be sucked
Eighteen naked cowboys wanting to be fucked
Cowboys in the showers at Ram Ranch
On their knees wanting to suck cowboy cocks
Ram Ranch really rocks
Big hard throbbing cocks, getting sucked real deep
Cowboys even getting fucked in their sleep
Ram Ranch, it rocks
Cowboys love big hard throbbing cocks
Lucas Mitchell
the mariner's revenge by the decemberists
youtube.com
come along by cosmo drake
youtube.com
Jordan Reyes
Oh please, it was made for the aristocracy and then shared with the masses since they were being taxed to pay for it. The whole reason so much of modern music is garbage is because it really is made for the masses now.
Carter Gray
Jace Gutierrez
jeez man how wrong can you get.
Take a basic intro to music history and you'll see how widely accessible music was to virtually everyone through the church and later technical innovations. Mozart was literally a pop star.
Landon Bell
This
Van Dyke Parks is GOAT
Benjamin Rivera
Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now
And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies
But I am lost within this half-world
It hardly seems to matter now
Play me my song
Here it comes again
Play me my song
Here it comes again
Just a little bit
Just a little bit more time
Time left to live out my life
Play me my song
Here it comes again
Play me my song
Here it comes again
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
So he called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three
But the clock, tick-tock
On the mantlepiece
And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch
The walls
She's a lady, she's got time
Brush back your hair and let me get to know your face
She's a lady, she is mine
Oh, brush back your hair and let me get to know your flesh
I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time that passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me
Why don't you touch me, touch me
Touch me now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now
Parker James
You people have terrible taste in music and lyrics.
Jacob Harris
t. hip hop fag
Hudson Hill
When the ebbing tide retreats
Along the rocky shoreline
It leaves a trail of tide pools
In a short-lived galaxy
Each microcosmic planet
A complete society
A simple kind of mirror
To reflect upon our own
All the busy little creatures
Chasing out their destinies
Living in their pools
They soon forget about the sea
Wheel within wheels in a spiral array
A pattern so grand and complex
Time after time we lose sight of the way
Our causes can't see their effects
Leo Hill
St. Anger
"I'm madly in anger with you."
Ian Ross
Not even close, amigo.
Adrian Roberts
God I love this song. Surf's Up (the album) would've been pretty much perfect if it weren't for songs like "Take Good Care of Your Feet" and "Student Demonstration Time"
Jaxon Martinez
"Invisible kid, never see what he did,
I am the table"
Jason Turner
babby's first visit to Yea Forums, huh
Jaxon Perry
BASED
This is now a Van Dyke Parks thread
Strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul.
Brother has a long way to go
maybe baby should know his cotton mouth is too slow for the song of the forgotten South,
just don't hang us up here.
Step by step by please though proletarian am I.
By chance am you "wine git out de way o'de darkies.
You'd better hustle up a storm to sing this Caucasian lullaby.
Sleep oh my darling now sleep.
Draw freehand over Iron Curtain.
Stalk up on the trim bamboo.
To footridge the bullrushes certain to know law, American express.
No Caucasian flair for flim-flam will do.
Step by please step by.
Weigh the small advance.
There is still a chance.
Let's assume that we form a company men.
No mention should the pass in revue of the show. Just understand that I prefer to be dead than red white or blue as I write sturdy crew.
As you view these few Russians whose true dawn came to view long ago.
So I think that you'd better strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul.
The song of the forgotten South just don't hang us up here.
Here the unknown is at hand and not far from my heel a tarbaby feel for the Czar.
For those who are lonely well the Black sea is callin' Georgia's Stalin has fallen so you all come here.
We now are near to the end.
If you stay with the show say we all had to go to hasten to jar the few nations too far gone to step by.
Adrian Rodriguez
Can't you feel our souls ignite?
Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the fading night,
Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home.
There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a loud voice,
"This is the supper of the mighty one",
Lord of Lords,
King of Kings,
Has returned to lead his children home,
To take them to the new Jerusalem.
Jordan Garcia
Comparing music from 500 years ago to the modern music industry is a silly thing to do. A "popstar" back in the day would probably be your favorite local bard.
Lucas Gray
Well he woke up that morning
And he called into work
Put on his daddy's old suit
With a second hand shirt
All untucked, shoes untied
The people all snickered as he walked by.
So he stopped in a bar,
Bought a shot of Stevens and another.
He bummed a cigarette
And set talking to a stranger about the weather.
And then he paid his bill and
He stepped outside, fell down into the street.
He cursed, and he cried
As he climbed back up to his feet again.
Luis Reed
Lil Peep - Girls
Girl
Girl, make me drink
Girl, make me think
Girls, like it on my dick
Now girls, girls, uh
Girl
Beat Fiends
Girls
Girls, make me drink
Girls, make me think
Girls, like it on my dick
Now girls
They try to get me mad
I try to make them sad
So they fall in love with me, yeah girls
I can read 'em like a book
Couple minutes that it took just to get her
In my room
Goddamn, she said I'm the man
Girl I'm still a kid gettin' money like your dad
Aw, girl
Girl
Girl
Yeah
Girl
Girls, make me drink
Girls, make me think
Girls, like it on my dick
Now girls
They try to get me mad
I try to make them sad
So they fall in love with me, yeah, girls
I can read 'em like a book
Couple minutes that it took just to get her in my room
Goddamn, she said I'm the man
Girl, I'm still a kid gettin' money like your dad
Aw, girl
Girl
Aw, Girl
Girl
Girl
Eli Brown
What about ambient/electronic/etc.
Julian Jenkins
Cars that go boom
Jackson Nguyen
Brother flower, are you listenin'?
Let me sing a song for you
Brother flower, petals glistenin',
In the bashful mornings dew
Brother flower, when the sun shines
And the dew has flown away
If you don't mind weak and wrong rhymes
Brother flower, may I stay?
Brother flower, you ain't lonely
For you've always been alone
But I haven't been so lucky
I had love and now it's gone
I have arms to hold another
Never to hold her again
I have life to give lover
You have life to give the wind
Brother flower, when the snow flies
And you lay your beauty down
Brother flower, are you sleepin'
There upon the cold, cold ground
Brother flower, please awaken
Show the sky your face of blue
Let me know I ain't forsaken
Seems like all I have is you
Zachary Gray
you knew her from before
she hid behind the door
you never noticed that
the hallways turned to black
the stairway is a chance
to fall and break your hands
she just might push you down
so never turn around
she never had a chance
she never had a chance
so now she's coming back for you
she never had a chance
she never had a chance
so now she's coming back for you
watch out, she's fading fast
you just might lose your chance
find out by accident
the reason she is back
so now you're scared of her
cause she might not return
mistook you for someone
one look and now she's gone
she never had a chance
she never had a chance
so now she's coming back for you
she never had a chance
she never had a chance
so now she's coming back for you
look a ghost came through the door
from a thousand years before
Tyler Robinson
Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
There's nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin'
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona
But if I had the stars of the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
But I might be gone a long old time
And it's only that I'm askin'
Is there something I can send you to remember me by?
To make your time more easy-passin'
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I would want today
I would want again tomorrow
Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin'
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'
If you, my love, must think that-a-way
I'm sure your mind is roamin'
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you're goin'
So take heed, take heed of the western winds
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there's something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
Christian Morris
L'Via
Hija de Miranda,
Tu Apellido se cambió
L'Via
Sin ojos me quieres dar
Una historia sin mi madre
Sólo tengo que decirte
El dolor de noche dice
Sólo se quedo el vestido
Le lavé la sangre
L'Via
No dejes de descansar
En la calle caminas
¿Quién te va a perseguir?
L'Via
Te quieren matar
Dientes de Machete
Cabeza de gallo
L'Via
Durmiendo en paz
Abre los ojos,
Todo cambiará
L'Via
Soñando de venganza
Y yo te juro
Lo van a pagar
Henry Thompson
A few snippets from some of my favorites
My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover, have a hangover
I'm just an animal looking for a home and
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
A life is time, they teach us growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself on zebra flesh
Joseph Campbell
Well I stepped into an avalanche,
It covered up my soul;
When I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn, learn to serve me well.
Jace Edwards
When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try
Unironically
Hunter Bennett
(1)
Someone's got it in for me
They're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick
But when they will I can only guess
They say I shot a man named Gray
And took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks
And when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky
People see me all the time
And they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas
Images and distorted facts
Even you, yesterday
You had to ask me where it was at
I couldn't believe after all these years
You didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady
Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the back roads headin' south
Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
I ran into the fortune-teller
Who said, "beware of lightning that might strike"
I haven't known peace and quiet
For so long I can't remember what it's like
There's a lone soldier on the cross
Smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done
In the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle
I woke up on the roadside
Daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare
Shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars
You hurt the ones that I love best
And cover up the truth with lies
One day you'll be in the ditch
Flies buzzin' around your eyes
Blood on your saddle
Isaac Stewart
(2)
Idiot wind
Blowing through the flowers on your tomb
Blowing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
It was gravity which pulled us down
And destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage
But it just wasn't enough to change my heart
Now everything's a little upside down
As a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What's good is bad, what's bad is good
You'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom
I noticed at the ceremony
Your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore
Your mouth has changed
Your eyes don't look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day
And sat stone-faced while the building burned
I waited for you on the running boards
Near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned
Slowly into autumn
Idiot wind
Blowing like a circle around my skull
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
I can't feel you anymore
I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door
I been wishin' I was somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks
Down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars
Hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory
I been double-crossed now
For the very last time and now I'm finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast
On the borderline which separated you from me
You'll never know the hurt I suffered
Nor the pain I rise above
And I'll never know the same about you
Your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry
Idiot wind
Blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind
Blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We're idiots, babe
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves
Kevin Baker
Basic Cable, Aesop Rock
Evan Rodriguez
I'm a sick fuck; I like a quick fuck
I'm a sick fuck; I like a quick fuck
I'm a sick fuck; I like a quick fuck
I'm a sick fuck; I like a quick fuck
I'm a sick fuck; I like a quick fuck
I like my dick sucked; I'll buy you a sick truck
I'll buy you some new tits; I'll get you that nip-tuck
How you start a family? The condom slipped up
I'm a sick fuck. I'm inappropriate
I like hearin' stories; I like that ho shit
I wanna hear mo' shit; I like the ho shit
Send me some mo' shit, you triflin' ho bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Camden Sullivan
Good album
Nathaniel Harris
>changed my mind so much I cant even trust it
Isaiah Smith
YESTERDAY I WOKE UP SUCKING A LEMON
YESTERDAY I WOKE UP SUCKING A LEMON
YESTERDAY I WOKE UP SUCKING A LEMON
YESTERDAY I WOKE UP SUCKING A LEMON
YESTERDAY I WOKE UP SUCKING A LEMON
YESTERDAY I WOKE UP SUCKING A LEMON
YESTERDAY I WOKE UP SUCKING A LEMON
YESTERDAY I WOKE UP SUCKING A LEMON
Owen Jackson
if you knew anything about music you'd realize that a lot of modern music is composed on the same 12TET tonal harmonic principles as classical music, sometimes elaborating and expanding on the ideas used in classical
Charles Russell
when you consider he wrote this for an appearance at a pornography award show it's actually a little funny in how ironic it is. whether he was being purposely facetious or not I can't say but if he was it's solid
Samuel Reyes
Poetry is best in song form. I doubt this thread would have been half as passionate if it was just about lines from your favourite poems
Cameron Hughes
>that one dude who only listens to classical and pretends he is better than everyone else
Jaxson Myers
i was walking around like i was the one to find dead john cheever
Josiah Fisher
I like the songs Glenn Danzig wrote when he ran the Misfits. His work with them are great examples of pure style over substance. It's almost all nonsense but it sounds audibly fun and cool to say and evokes vivid images
David Wilson
MY LIFESTYLE
DETERMINES MY DEATHSTYLE
Nathan Lopez
I'm having trouble deciding whether that line is so bad it's good or so good it's bad
Isaac Rogers
incredibly based
Isaiah Hernandez
>Panopticon
10/10 album, from first to last second
Xavier Long
In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies
Everything you think, do, or say
Is in the pill you took today
In the year 4545
Ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes
You won't find a thing to do
Nobody's gonna look at you
In the year 5555
Your arms are hanging limp at your sides
Your legs not nothing to do
Some machine is doing that for you
In the year 6565
Ain't gonna need no husband, won't need no wife
You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long black tube
In the year 7510
If God's a-comin' he ought to make it by then
Maybe he'll look around himself and say
Guess it's time for the Judgement day
In the year 8510
God's gonna shake his mighty head
He'll either say I'm pleased where man has been
Or tear it down and start again
In the year 9595
I'm kinda wondering if man's gonna be alive
He's taken everything this old earth can give
And he ain't put back nothing
Now it's been 10,000 years
Man has cried a billion tears
For what he never knew
Now man's reign is through
But through the eternal night
The twinkling of starlight
So very far away
Maybe it's only yesterday
Zachary Phillips
Where is the morning
where is the sun
Thousand years of midnight
the sunrise is gone
Christopher Cruz
Well, the clock says it's time to close now
I guess I'd better go now
I'd really like to stay here all night
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
Street lights share their hollow glow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Still one place to go
Still one place to go
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves
Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Sebastian Brown
Don't sing if you want to live long
they have no use for your song
you're dead, you're dead, you're dead
you're dead and outta this world.
You'll never get a second chance
plan all your moves in advance
stay dead, stay dead, stay dead
stay dead and outta this world.
Run fast don't stand in the sun
there's too much work to be done
you're down, you're down, you're down
youre down and outta this world.
Don't ever talk with your eyes
be sure that you compromise
you're dead, you're dead, you're dead
you're dead and outta this world.
Hear the unloved weeping like rain
guard your sleep from the sound of their pain
long gone, long gone, long gone
long gone and outta this world.
When you smile and it tears your face
it's time for the inhuman race
you're down, you're down, you're down
you're down and outta this world.
Now your hope and compassion is gone
you've sold out your dream to the world
stay dead, stay dead, stay dead
you're dead and outta this world.
Ethan Nguyen
Aw, Cracklin' Rosie, get on board
We're gonna ride
Till there ain't no more to go
Taking it slow
And Lord, don't you know
We'll have me a time with a poor man's lady
Hitchin' on a twilight train
Ain't nothing here that I care to take along
Maybe a song
To sing when I want
No need to say please to no man
For a happy tune
Oh, I love my Rosie child
You got the way to make me happy
You and me we go in style
Cracklin' Rose,
You're a store-bought woman
But you make me sing like a guitar hummin'
So hang on to me, girl,
Our song keeps runnin' on
Play it now, play it now
Play it now, my baby
Cracklin' Rosie, make me a smile
Girl, if it lasts for an hour, that's all right
We got all night to set the world right
Find us a dream that don't ask no questions
Yeah
Oh, I love my Rosie child
You got the way to make me happy
You and me we go in style
Cracklin' Rose,
You're a store-bought woman
But you make me sing like a guitar hummin'
So hang on to me, girl
Our song keeps runnin' on
Play it now, play it now
Play it now, my baby
Cracklin' Rosie, make me a smile
Girl, if it lasts for an hour, that's all right
We got all night
To set the world right
Find us a dream that don't ask no questions
Ba ba ba ba ba ......
Brayden Reed
> Does anyone here remember Vera Lynn?
> Remember how she said that
> We would meet again
> Some sunny day?
Carson Green
VERA. VERA. WHAT HAS BECOME OF YOU?
Easton Watson
DOES ANYBODY ELSE IN HERE FEEL THE WAY I DO
Joshua Roberts
no you are special
Oliver Anderson
I cry every time
Jaxson Martinez
Radiohead - Subterranean Homesick Alien
The breath of the morning I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm summer air
I live in a town where you can't smell a thing
You watch your feet for cracks in the pavement
Up above aliens hover
Making home movies for the folks back home
Of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets
Christopher Cruz
the lyrics in Nice Dream get to me. The bit about 'they loved me like I was a brother', though it might just be the way he's singing it.
Hudson Ortiz
Tim Finnegan lived in Walken' Street
A gentleman Irishman mighty odd;
He seen a brogue so soft and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried the hod
Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way
With a love of the liquor now he was born
To help him on with his work each day
Had a "drop of the cray-chur" every morn
Whack fol the da O, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
One mornin' Tim felt rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake;
Fell from a ladder and he burst his skull
So they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
Laid him out upon the bed;
A gallon of whiskey at his feet
A barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the da O, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First they brung in tea and cake;
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
Tim mavournin, why did you die?"
Arragh, shut your gob said Paddy McGhee!
Whack fol the da O, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
Patty O'Connor took up the job
"Ah Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
Then left her sprawlin' on the floor
Then the war did soon enrage
Woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh-law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Mickey Maloney lowered his head
And a bottle of whiskey flew at him
Missed, and fallin' on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!
Tim revives! See how he rises!
Timothy risin' from the bed
Sayin', "Whirl your liquor around like blazes
Thunderin' Jaysus! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
Whack fol the da O, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
Jaxon Bailey
>I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
>And got blood on my dick 'cause I fucked a corpse
Asher Evans
>Kendrick Lamar
Really? I thought we were talking about music here, what the fuck.
Parker Foster
NOW I AIN’T SAYIN SHE A GOLD DIGGER
BUT SHE AIN’T MESSIN WITH NO BROKE NIGGAS
NOW I AIN’T SAYIN SHE A GOLD DIGGER
BUT SHE AIN’T MESSIN WITH NO BROKE NIGGAS
GET DOWN GIRL GO AHEAD GET DOWN
GET DOWN GIRL GO AHEAD GET DOWN
GET DOWN GIRL GO AHEAD GET DOWN
Parker Price
Ancient holy wars
Dead religions, holocausts
New regimes, old ideas
That's now myth, that's now real
Original sin, genetic fate
Revolutions, spinning plates
It's important to stay informed
The commentary to comment on
Oh, and no one every really knows you and life is brief
So I've heard, but what's that gotta do with this black hole in me?
Age-old gender roles
Infotainment, capital
Golden bows and mercury
Bohemian nightmare, dust bowl chic
This documentary's lost on me
Satirical news, free energy
Mobile lifestyle, loveless sex
Independence, happiness
Oh, and no one ever knows the real you and life is brief
So I've heard, but what's that gotta do with this atom bomb in me?
Coliseum families
The golden era of TV
Eunuch sluts, consumer slaves
A rose by any other name
Carbon footprint, incest streams
Fuck the mother in the green
Planet cancer, sweet revenge
Isolation, online friends
Oh, and love is just an institution based on human frailty
What's your paradise gotta do with Adam and Eve?
Maybe love is just an economy based on resource scarcity
But what I fail to see is what that's gotta do with you and me
Owen Cook
Fuck off. Kendrick is one of the greatest poets/musicians of all time. Sorry whitey but this is the black man’s century.
David Green
>the black man’s century.
top lol. It is probably the Chink's century or maybe the Muslims or something, it is defintely not blacks
Grayson Gonzalez
>It is probably the Chink's century or maybe the Muslims.
This. And they will be on their way to become slaves again. No human rights or diversity bullshit with the Chinese or Muslims.
Austin Barnes
>he hasn't heard
Chyna is in a death spiral.
Brandon Gomez
>Kendrick is one of the greatest poets/musicians of all time
sit down
(Hol' up lil' bitch, hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch, sit down
Lil' bitch (hol' up, lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) sit down
(Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, sit down, lil' bitch)
(Sit down, lil' bitch, be humble)
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol' up, bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
>Kendrick, the poet.
Jose Ross
Yeah, you're trolling but I actually know a couple of fellows who think that talentless hack is in fact a (good) musician.