Who's your favorite lyricist?
Who's your favorite lyricist?
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William Frederick Durst
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Dylan
ex gf got me into them when i was 20. rooms of the house is my favorite. its pretty onions music but i love it
Questions, lighted questions
Burnin' holes into my head
Hanging like shadows o'er the sun
Staring out like the eyes of the dead
And sometimes my soul flickers
As the wind of change blows cold
Over the mire of repetition
Down the corridors of rigamarole
cba to tell you who wrote that though.
Well, you didn't get up this morning 'cuz you didn't go to bed
you were watching the whites of your eyes turn red
I'm just a symptom of the moral decay that's gnawing at the heart of the
country
Kevin Barnes
Isaac Brock
B L A C K I E
The best lyrics I've ever witnessed were from The Blood Brothers.
unironically Jeff Mangum
Why?
Eric Butts
>just got a message sayin' yeah hell has frozen over, got a phone call from the Lord sayin' hey boy get a sweater RIGHT NOW!
one of my favorites along with Kurt Cobain and Zach De la Rocha.
Gotta go Dylan.
Honorable mentions: Van Dyke Parks, Al Stewart, John Lennon, Bernie Taupin
Leonard Cohen.
Dylan, Tom Waits, Joe Strummer
I don't have one in specific, but it's one of these guys from the '60s
>David Vorhaus
My mind explored her labyrinth thighs
Her sundrenched body lay hypnotised
Perfumed electric garden roused female
But now the laughter turns pale
>Van Dyke Parks
Constant calm might still
Our stately union
Nowadays a Yankee dread
Not take his time to wend to sea
Forget to bear your arms
In the All Golden
>Don Van Vliet
The white ice horse melted
Like a spot of silver, well
Its mane went last
Then disappeared the tail
My life ran through my veins
Whistlin' hollow, well
I froze in solid motion, well, well
I heard the ocean swarmin' body, well, well
Jesse
Are we supposed to be or not to be?
Said the angel to the Queen
I lift up my skirt when Voltaire turns
As he speaks, his mouth full of garlic
White, yes, white
Misfortune of us two
He told you to be free
And you obeyed
We have to decide what is important
A war we never see
Or a street so black that babies die?
A system and a theory
Or our wish to be free?
To organize and analyze
And at the end realize
That nobody knows if it really happened
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair
Do you think it's gonna make him change?
"I'm just a boy with a new haircut"
And that's a pretty nice haircut
Charge it like a puzzle
Hit me wearin' muzzles
Hesitate to die, look around, around
The second drummer's drowned
His telephone is found
Music scene is crazy
Bands start up each and every day
I saw another one just the other day
A special new band
I remember lying
I don't remember lies
I don't remember what
But I don't care
I care
I really don't care
Did you see the drummer's hair?
Advertising looks and chops a must
No big hair!
Songs mean a lot
When songs are bought
And so are you
Bitch, rant down to the practice room
Attention and fame so
Career, career, career
jahseh onfroy
jeff mangum
Follow me through
A city of frost covered angels
I swear I have nothing to prove
I just want to dance in your tangles
To give me some reason to move
But to take on the world at all angles
Requires a strength I can't use
So I'll meet you up high in your anger
Of all that is hoping and waiting for you
I will bury you in time
When the sea begins to slide
Into this hole where I am smiling on your shoulder
You have buried my beliefs
Where all you sisters sleep
That their scent the purity will make
When the youth is over
Frozen in some lost October