No objected was presented! Referencing NVE and Yao is what makes Jigga the man. Or something like that.
The reason Bob Dylan is the best is because he wrote about Catfish Hunter. I am still waiting for a Wayne Coyne song about Bob Stoops....
Take Elton John songs. Bernie Taupin wrote the lyrics for most of his songs. Elton would take the lyrics and make a song. Reading about how songs get created, songwriters sometimes start with a riff (music) or lyrics (words) or a chorus (music+words). Given this, songwriters may have to fit their words to a musical structure. Thus, the lyrics can be more driven by the music versus stand alone reading. Taupin's lyrics can easily be read as say stand alone poetry or prose. Another great lyricist is Jimmy Buffett who has an amazing body of work. Neal Peart also has a great body of lyrical work.
and along that line......best hard rock lyricists.. Peart Harris Mustaine Tate\DeGarmo Whoever the primary lyricists are for Fates Warning and Dream Theater tons of great lyric writers amongst the progressive rock\metal genre never make llists like these..
for deck: I am a lonely visitor. I came too late to cause a stir, Though i campaigned all my life towards that goal. I hardly slept the night you wept Our secret's safe and still well kept Where even richard nixon has got soul. Even richard nixon has got Soul. Traffic cops are all color blind. People steal from their own kind. Evening comes to early for a stroll. Down neon streets the streaker streaks. The speaker speaks, but the truth still leaks, Where even richard nixon has got soul. Even richard nixon has got it, Soul. The podium rocks in the crowded waves. The speaker talks of the beautiful saves That went down long before he played this role For the hotel queens and the magazines, Test tube genes and slot machines Where even richard nixon got soul. Even richard nixon has got it, Soul. Hospitals have made him cry, But there's always a free way in his eye, Though his beach just got to crowded for his stroll. Roads stretch out like healthy veins, And wild gift horses strain the reins, Where even richard nixon has got soul. Even richard nixon has got Soul. I am a lonely visitor. I came too late to cause a stir, Though i campaigned all my life towards that goal.
what, my god their is no better songwriter than townes van zandt. for you: Your eyes seek conclusion in all this confusion of mine Though you and I both know it's only the warm glow of wine That's got you to feeling this way, but I don't care, I want you to stay and hold me And tell me you'll be here to love me today Children are dancin', the gamblers are chancin' their all The window's accusing the door of abusing the wall But who cares what the night watchmen say The stage has been set for the play Hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today The moon's come and gone but a few stars hang on on to the sky The wind's runnin' free but it ain't up to me ask why The poets are demanding their pay They've left me with nothin' to say 'cept hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today Just hold me and tell me that you'll be here to love me today
batman, listening to this right this second, for you: This is the first day of my life Swear I was born right in the doorway I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed They're spreading blankets on the beach Yours is the first face that I saw I think I was blind before I met you Don't know where I am, don't know where I've been But I know where I want to go So I thought I'd let you know That these things take forever, I especially am slow But I realized how I need you And I wondered if I could come home I remember the time you drove all night Just to meet me in the morning And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed You felt as if you'd just woke up And you said, "This is the first day of my life I'm glad I didn't die before I met you Now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you And I'd probably be happy" So if you want to be with me With these things there's no telling We'll just have to wait and see But I'd rather be working for a paycheck Than waiting to win the lottery Besides, maybe this time it's different I mean I really think you like me
We ain't going to the party We ain't going to the game We ain't going to the disco Ain't gonna cruise down main We're stealing people's mail stealing people's mail stealing people's mail On a friday night Drivin' in the mountains Winding 'round and 'round Rummage thru your mailboxes Take your mail back to town And we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns Checks to politicians from real estate firms Money, bills and cancelled checks Pretty funny pictures of your kids We're gonna steal your mail On a Friday night We're gonna steal your mail By the pale moonlight We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful After grocery sackful after grocery sackful After grocery sackful after grocery sackful Of the private lives of you Ha Ha People say that we're crazy We're sick and all alone But when we read your letters We're rolling on the floor We got more license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns Checks to politicians from real estate firms Money, bills and cancelled checks We cut relationships with your friends We're gonna steal your mail On a Friday night We're gonna steal your mail By the pale moonlight We better not get caught We'll be dumped in institutions Where we'll be drugged and shocked 'Til we come out born-again Christians
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la When your feeling sad and low We will take you where you got to go Smiling and dancing Everything is free All you need is postivity Colours of the world, Spice up your life Every boy and every girl, Spice up your life People of the world, Spice up your life aaaaaahhhhh Slam it to the left, If you are having a good time Shake it to the right, If you know that you feel fine Chicas it to to the front, Uh, Uh, go around Slam it to the left, If you are having a good time Shake it to the right, If you know that you feel fine Chicas to the front, Ha, Ha, I see you, hold tight La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la Yellow man in Timbuktu, Can’t afford both me and you, Kung foo fighting, dancing queen, Tribal Spaceman and all the thing in between Colours of the world, Spice up your life Every boy and every girl, Spice up your life People of the world, Spice up your life aaaaaahhhhh Slam it to the left, If you are having a good time Shake it to the right, If you know that you feel fine Shake it to to the front, Ha, Ha, and a round Slam it to the left, If you are having a good time Shake it to the right, If you know that you feel fine Shake it to to the front, Ha, ha, I see you, hold tight Flamenco, Lambada, but Hip Hop is harder We moon walk the foxtrot, then polka the salsa Shake it, shake it, shake it haka Shake it, shake it, shake it haka aareba, ye, ya, aww, aww Colours of the world, Spice up your life Every boy and every girl, Spice up your life People of the world, Spice up your life aaaaaahhhhh Slam it to the left, If you are having a good time Shake it to the right, If you know that you feel fine Chicas it to to the front, Uh, Uh, go around Slam it to the left, If you are having a good time Shake it to the right, If you know that you feel fine Chicas to the front, Uh, Uh, Hi Ci ya, hold tight Slam it to the left, If you are having a good time Shake it to the right, If you know that you feel fine Chicas it to to the front, Ha, Ha, and a round Slam it to the left, If you are having a good time Shake it to the right, If you know that you feel fine Chicas it to to the front, Ha, Ha, Hi Ci ya, hold tight
for no worries: When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton
I like Bright Eyes pretty well, thegary, but I don't know why you sent that out to me. Unless, that is, you're in the Bright Eyes is the next Dylan camp (along with Ryan Adams, Beck and the thousand that came before.) I'd rather you played me a Woody song. But since you brought him up, here's an anti-Bright Eyes screed from my favorite Houston band, the Mathletes: http://www.allstarpowerup.com/jestandearnest/17.html I HATE BRIGHT EYES (A BATTLE RHYME) The first volley in the media ****storm-to-be that is the Omaha/Houston indie-pop feud Connor Obherst must die He's got more exposure than I Put out his first album at age fourteen Started his own record label So did I, but I'm not able To generate the kind of buzz that this guy has seen Your fans are mostly young teenage girls with mothering complexes How in the world Does whiny self-loathing equal record sales? "No, Connor, no! Don't be so hard on yourself!" And his frigging records fly right off the shelves He wants to crucify himself but he can't quite hammer in the nails Connor Obherst, you must die I'm sure that you're a nice enough guy But your music isn't anything special You're as self-absorbed as Dashboard Confessional Connor Obherst, you must die Saw you open for Malkmus when I was seventeen Saw the atonal yelps of a drama queen I laughed but no one else thought it was funny Put out an album every year or two But I'm still much more prolific than you Put out fourteen CD-Rs before I was twenty (Good for me!) If you want to get specific We're both young We're both prolific And self-esteem is something we both lack But I never wallow in it Not even for a minute 'Cuz I'm for real, and he is just an act Connor Obherst, you must die Your sorry-b*stard shtick is all a lie I could strum a guitar like I don't give a **** b**** and whine and say that I suck Connor Obherst, you must die
I really wish y'all would stop posting lyrics. It's stupid. As for Billy Joel, I never had a problem with Just the Way You are. In fact, Joel is one of my favorite artists. Captain Jack, Goodnight Saigon, Scenes from an Italian Restaurant, eic. are all classics, IMO. But you can take Piano Man, and throw it down the gutter. The "Copacabana" of Joel's music.
don't be confused, i appreciated the thread and i sent out a hello because i was listening to that song. what you posted, on paper, is weak, maybe it sounds good, dunno.