Albums that feel literary in terms of their lyrics or their combined use of certain structures/textures/staging/whatever.
Yea Forums albums
Robert Bailey
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Charles Flores
William Rivera
Simon & Garfunkel's entire discography, especially their early stuff.
Angel Nelson
>Lost in the dangling conversation
>And the superficial sighs
>In the borders of our lives
Dominic Richardson
Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth
A prince is born
Behold the birth of violence
Beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture
And if we beg to be put down
Unto us the most inspired storm
A princess ravaged by her prince
Behold the birth of sex and distance
Two frail corpses both were they
His eyes were the first to stray
Every tree held fast the earth to sky
Concrete replaces every branch and twig as they were frayed
Upon the birth of ambition
The heavens filled our gilded vessel with poison tears
Before we drink, I propose a toast, a final prayer
Here's to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days
Unto us a most inspired song
Blake Morris
OP pic is so good
Zachary Price
I was just listening to Laughing stock
Luis Reed
Modest Mouse are named after a Virginia Woolf line. I really enjoy their lyrics
Jordan Rodriguez
Songs lyrics are all literature
Xavier Morales
Alan Parsons Project - Tales of Mystery and Imagination
breddy good album about Poe (especially The Raven)
Dominic Edwards
Milla Jovocich - The Divine Comedy is inspired by the obvious, and is better than you think it would be.
Ive been listening to MM for 14+ years, and have read some Woolfe. I never knew that connection though.
Your pic related is probably their best album too.
Ian Roberts
all memes aside
Angel Nguyen
Most of Joanna’s output.
Joseph Martin
Bobby Dylan-san
Colton Reyes
"And to me should'st thou be the humblemost knave
Lest fear! - spit I on thy cist and grave! -
Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch
And the tharms fluttering claw'd and eldritch."
"To conquer thee and thy blood for glore
Art thou my afeard and reluctant whore;
Irksomely coy, save wiliéd by alarum
Bear this torture and maim with decorum"
Carter Edwards
Leo Smith
God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us
A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails, no, it is not a fall into
the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and slavery;
the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and ether:
an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet it is a
world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the wind of death
that sustains the life in me, yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent
anguish; I dared to borrow those words, to articulate them and to savour
their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter.
The limit is crossed with a weary horror: hope seemed a respect which
fatigue grants to the necessity of the world
As if Death was dashed onto the death within, a violent thrust stealing the
light of the eyes, a ray of darkness, a negation, the bread of bitterness that
ignites neither devotion nor fervour; resplendent nothingness! make all
things appear with clarity, ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame
of God! Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion, asphyxiation
from within, yet I gained this certitude: malediction, degradation, sown in
me like seeds, now belonged to my flesh; I belonged to death, in harbouring
a desire for the hideous, I was beckoning to death. Insatiable combustion,
expand, this body is thy vessel of grace!
The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition, but of this I could have no
inkling in advance
Landon Sullivan
Icedancer, gluee, etc
Chase Lewis
I feel like drain gang is similar to burgerpunk in what they get across.
Liam Ramirez
>listening to music for the lyrics
I know this is Yea Forums but that still makes you a pleb
Justin Scott
For me it's The Aquabats- Millenials and libtards can't handle them!
Leo Taylor
>Based DsO poster
Owen Smith
Camden Young
Sit down. Be humble
John Bell
This.
Ian Martin
DsO is cringe
Ryder Ross
well, you're mostly right
but music can provide a counterpoint to the lyrics and the way lyrics are sung allows them different interpretations depending upon pronunciation.
William Nguyen
Most of David Berman's work
Aaron Martin
What?
Robert Adams
Absolute brainlet tier
Nolan Turner
You're an idiot.
Christopher Carter
Kino, all of their pre-good news albums are great
William Butler
Ulysses: Belfast Edition
Elijah Bennett
actually listening to that song rn
Dylan Butler
Spill and heat consume both of the lights
They were flashing white and ecru pale
Gradually they lost our information
Sickly and ungracious, you turn to dirt
But those cruel tricks could not avoid
Me loving you or not
I just could not
Tell against your will
Give out your number now
We were sneaking in to the aquarium
Gold leaf in your feet, you left a trail
This, compared to being, would be a mistake
Watered down and replaced without a tell
But those cruel tricks could not avoid
Me loving you or not
I just could not
Tell against your will
Give out your number now
Overboard ahead of me
You're not lying next to me
Just below the swaying palms
Hidden by a bank machine
Gavin Harris
this album is weird, it sounds really good in winter but really mediocre in summer
Parker Murphy
Leonard cohen
Camden Hernandez
ROME - Flowers in Exile
>(a neo folk nationalist album that merges stories and aesthetics of Rome, Fascist Italy, the migrant crisis invasion, post-war Years of Lead, and Spaghetti Westerns, into one seamless story of soldier brothers in exile).
Rome - We Who Fell In Love With The Sea
"I shall retrace my steps
To cover up my tracks
To conceal my taste for treason
To detach you from me
And the hatred offered by a fathers heart
Will always keep brothers apart
We are tranquil and benevolent
We don't like noisy surprises
We stay on the move
For stillness brings death
And slowness brings fear
We men of cold politeness
Shall never melt into that kindness of yours
No matter how we try
You say why weep over what?
We say weep until the weepings done
And we shall weep for another day
For what binds us to our grief
Binds the sculptor to his clay
For what binds us to our grief
Binds the sculptor to his clay
We are the most alive
The most rootless
With whips and chains we cross
The ruins of Europe
And from time to time
Trapped in reflections
We feel there's no place
No home for us but this land
This land is mine
This land is yours
You only suffer as long as you want to
Men like us do not let each other drown
We share the sweetest black bread
That delicate grain of scorn
No god, no master, no master slave
I no longer serve you, nor your palace of flesh
When loneliness spreads out between our sheets
Our sacrifice is a knife at the throat of time
But we shall cut it up some other day
For what binds us to our grief
Binds the sculptor to his clay
For what binds us to our grief
Binds the sculptor to his clay
In life, in love, in longing
I know
I deserted like you
Without wealth, without property
Without official title or office..."
Julian Lee
>Friends are warmer than gold when you're old
>And keeping them is harder than you might suppose
>Lately, I tend to make strangers wherever I go
>Some of them were once people I was happy to know
Thomas Taylor
>All this talkin' all the time, and the air fills up
>Up, up, until there's nothin' left to breathe
>Up, until there's nothin' left to speak
>Up, until the better parts of space
Jaxon Morgan
yes
yes but only acoustic dylan and maybe 2 of his other albums
yes
Landon Phillips
Based and Vanpilled. Also, this album:
Linden Arden stole the highlights --
With one hand tied behind his back --
Loved the morning sun, and whiskey
Ran like water in his veins
Loved to go to church on Sunday
Even though he was a drinking man
When the boys came to San Francisco
They were looking for his life
But he found out where they were drinking
Met them face to face outside
Cleaved their heads off with a hatchet
Lord, he was a drinkin' man
And when someone tried to get above him
He just took the law into his own hands
Linden Arden stole the highlights
And they put his fingers through the glass
He had heard all those stories many, many times before
And he did not care no more to ask
And he loved the little children like they were his very own
He Said, "Someday it may get lonely."
Now he's livin', livin' with a gun
Daniel Price
Winter in Canada - the album. nice choice
Robert Carter
mewithoutYou are incredible, particularly this album for literary merit
[Fox:]
Provisionally 'I', practically alive
Mistook signs for signified
And so since I’ve often tried
To run them off a cliff like Gadarene swine
And tied my word-ropes in anchor bends
Wondering whether we were someone better then
Or maybe just better able to pretend
(and what better means to our inevitable end!)
[Bear:]
No, I don't know if I know
Though some, with certainty insist
"no certainty exists"
Well I'm certain enough of this:
In the past 14 years, there's only one girl I've kissed
In the blistering heat of the Asbury pier
We sat quiet as monks on the Ferris wheel
Until looking down at the waltzer
And out at the sea
I asked her, "Do you ever have that recurring fantasy
Where you push little kids
From the tops of the ride?"
And she shook her head no
I said "oh, neither do I"
And with my grandma's ring
I went down on one knee
And the subsequent catastrophe
Has since haunted me
Like a fiberglass ghost in the attic
My inconveniently selective memory
As provisionally 'You' mercifully withdrew
All the bearing points we thought we knew
Day's run, days set plot
Our compass shot
We sailed waywardly on
Singing our midnight archer songs
Until well past dawn
It's still dark in the deck of our boat
Haphazardly blown broken bows
Our aimless arrow-words
Don't mean a thing
So by now I think
It's pretty obvious that there's no God
And there's definitely a God!
[Fox: Aaron Weiss & Hayley Williams]
I dreamt of the rocks at the Asbury dunes
And that you jumped from the top
Of the Log Flume
And they gather like wolves
On the boardwalk below
And they're howling for answers
No wolf can know
I charged at the waves
With a glass in my hand
I was tossed like a ball
At the bottle stand
And I landed beside your
Remains on the stones
Where your cold fingers
Wrapped 'round my ankle bones
Maybe ten feet away was a star
Thousands of times the size of our Sun
Exploding like the tiny balloons
You'd throw darts at
[Bear: Aaron Weiss & Hayley Williams]
I slept until our chest was full
Of yarn we spun from Shetland wool
In socks from where the Dorset grows
Sheared and scoured hours before
The rooster crows
[Fox: Aaron Weiss & Hayley Williams]
The price of German silver fell
Threw this disused thalers
Down the superstition well
Benjamin Bell
Parker Martinez
milk eyed mender and HOOM are based, Ys is just a step below imo
Chase Howard
dr. octagonecologyst better
Alexander Fisher
I ain't looking for that easy way out
This whole life it's been about
Try and try and try
Try and try and try
To be simple again
Just be simple again
Just be simple again
Just be simple again
Just be simple again
Just be simple again
Justin Ramirez
I'm a livin’ testimony, every album like a testament
youtube.com
Angel Howard
from Titus Andronicus' album The Monitor:
Tonight two great ships will pull back to their ports
Depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports
And in the morning the shells will wash up on the shore
And the mighty of Earth will have no other recourse
But to shiver and shake and make shit in their shorts
Because we have been told that if you've been assured
There's a way to live the values your forefathers gave you
Prepare to be told "That shit's gay, dude"
Well, I guess that what they say is true
There is no race more human
No one throws it away like they do
The things I used to love, I have come to reject
The things I used to hate, I have learned to accept
And the worst of the three, you now have to expect
Satan ain't hard to see without craning your neck
He'll be seventy-some inches tall
He'll be chugging a beer and he'll be grabbing his balls
He's a remote explosive waiting for someone to call
He's just eighteen for now but he's going to murder us all
Solidarity's going to give a lot less than it'll take
Is there a girl at this college who hasn't been raped?
Is there a boy in this town that's not exploding with hate?
Is there a human alive that can look themselves in the face
Without winking?
Or say what they mean without drinking?
Or believe in something without thinking, "What if somebody doesn't approve?"
Is there a soul on this Earth that isn't too frightened to move?
Chase Adams
Used to think Kodak was just another one of these trifling niggas but now I see he's actually quite based
Noah Jenkins
Stop this meme.
Jonathan Parker
Fuck man. I was listening to this today.
Wyatt Walker
I recommend SWANS
First listen recs for Christians/Masochists/feminine homofascists/those with a martyr complex: Cloud of forgetting, Cloud of unknowing, Love will save you, God damn the sun, I will Remember You, Song for my Father, Inner female, screen shot, she loves us
First listen recs for esoteric reactionaries/ Dark sun cultists/pagans/Nietzcheans:
first listen recs for existentialist:
All of the great annihilator flat out, then the seer returns, lunacy then the real shit: The Glowing man.
Current 93: THOSE FLOWERS GREW, (inspiring) Hitler as Kalki, The frolic (harrowing)
Death in June: Heaven Street, touch defiles, Hollows of Devotion (very comfy and gay), to drown a rose
Good shit
Isaiah Reed
Lonesome Crowded West is my favorite. I didn't know they were named after Woolf, apparently it's a line from a shorty story collection, which is one of the handful of things I haven't read by her. Anyways, Flannery O'conner and Modest Mouse sometimes give me the same feels and imagery.
And I second any positive mention of Joanna Newsom on this board. She's actually a contender for GOAT
Grayson White
That album is great.
Dominic White
Ah-head of my time, sometimes years out
So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out
And that make me wanna get my advance out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin it all behind
Kanye step away from the lime-
-light, like, when I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, model chicks was bendin over or
Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man
If I could just get one beat on Hova
We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to offer an 18-year-old
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro
My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
Fired a week later the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirrow
How we out in Europe, spendin Euros
They claim you never know what you got 'til it's GONE
I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on
I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
You'll sell everything includin the mannequin
They got a new bitch now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin, stay calm
Shorty's at the door cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said sorry Mr. West is gone!
Hudson Ortiz
one of my favourites
Aaron Gonzalez
Lyrically the Swans peaked with The Sound of Freedom for me. Presented here without the refrains, which ruin it in some ways for me, but works as a performed song.
We're standing by a river
In a place where nothing moves
And the white light in the sky
Is meaningless and cruel
And we turn our face away
From a cold and violent wind
With a mirror in my mind
And my eyes burned in the fire
Drunk on self-deception
And punished by desire
Leaping directly
Into a bright white sea
Nobody else can see you
Nobody knows you feel
Go further back inside you
Where nothing else is real
Now throw yourself into a pool
Of silence you can see
Now time is just a picture
That moves before your eyes
And every lie that I believe
Is falsely compromised
And this is not a sound
And we are not alive
And someone else was here before
In someone else's mind
And the ground we walk is sacred
And every object lives
And every word we speak
Will punish or forgive
And the light inside your body
Will shine through history
Set fire to every prison
Set every dead man free
And the air we're breathing now
We breathed a million times
The darkest dreams we dreamed
Were dreamed by other minds
So take us to the water
And take us to the sound
And wash my soul away
Where it never can be found
And the white light that surrounds us
Is the sound of freedom pounding
And the ground that opens up
It spits the fire from freedom's mouth
And the concrete, glass and steel
Break with a freedom you can feel
And the wind that blows through Heaven
It screams the sound of freedom
And the violence that destroys
Is the birth of freedom singing
And the lovers in the field
They make the sound of freedom bleeding
And the pain that eats my mind
Is the shout of freedom's life
And the fire that burns this city
Is the white light in freedom's eye
And the white light is the sound
Noah Bell
>Current 93
>Death in June
Based and redpilled