Here is an extract of a great lyric from a great song, that looks rubbish.
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the riverShe is wearing rags and feathers from salvation army countersAnd the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbourAnd she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers.
Suzanne by Leonard Cohen
See what I mean? Let's get some more.
I'm young, I know.But even so.I know a thing or two.I learnt from you.I really learned a lot.Really learned a lot.Love is like a stoveBurns you when it's hot.
Love Hurts by Gram Parsons
Even the king of lyrics is not immune.
Johnny's in the basementMixing up the medicineI'm on the pavementThinking about the governmentThe man in the trench coatBadge out, laid offSays he's got a bad coughWants to get it paid off
Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan.
Sorry to rant, but I have a serious point here - something to do with the fact that bad lyrics do not equal bad songs, and great lyrics, when seperated from the music, often turn into big piles of poo.
No-one need respond. Just something I had to get off my chest.
― Johnney B (Johnney B), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 14:45 (twenty-two years ago)
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 15:18 (twenty-two years ago)
― jm (jtm), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 15:29 (twenty-two years ago)
― jm (jtm), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 15:30 (twenty-two years ago)
"I guess that I'm dumb, 'cos I knows I ain't smart"
― Dadaismus, Wednesday, 23 April 2003 15:37 (twenty-two years ago)
― Burr (Burr), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 15:45 (twenty-two years ago)
― dave225 (Dave225), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 16:05 (twenty-two years ago)
- Yo La Tengo, "The Crying of Lot G"
― Sean@tangmonkey (Sean M), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 16:16 (twenty-two years ago)
― mitch lastnamewithheld (mitchlnw), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 16:23 (twenty-two years ago)
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 16:46 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nik (Nik), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 21:14 (twenty-two years ago)
I'm gonna kill my lady cos I caught her screwing around withsome other menI'm gonna kill my lady cos I caught her fucking around withsome other men
Hey Peter, you know I heard you cut your woman downHey Peter, you know I heard you cut your woman down, cut her down tothe ground
Last night I killed my lady cos I caught her screwing aroundwith every guy in townLast night I killed my lady cos I caught her screwing aroundall over this town, over this town
Hey Pete, where you gonna run to now?Hey Pete, I said where, where you gonna go?
I'll take that D-train, take it down to Brighton Beach, to bay 7I'll take that D-train, take it down to Brighton Beach, Brighton BeachI'll see my baby, my baby to heavenI'll see my baby, my baby to heaven"
― Curt1s St3ph3ns, Wednesday, 23 April 2003 21:37 (twenty-two years ago)
sex & violence,
sex & violence, sex & violence,
― Savin All My Love 4 u (Savin 4ll my (heart) 4u), Thursday, 24 April 2003 00:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― robin (robin), Thursday, 24 April 2003 00:56 (twenty-two years ago)
― Adam Harrison-Friday, Thursday, 24 April 2003 02:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― Squirrel_Police (Squirrel_Police), Thursday, 24 April 2003 02:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― SplendidMullet (iamamonkey), Thursday, 24 April 2003 03:42 (twenty-two years ago)