is this just another way of asking who writes the best lyrics?
― tse, Saturday, 20 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― philT, Saturday, 20 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
There is of course the breathtakingly minimalist/quasi-haikuesque lyricism of misunderstood Vincent Gallo, viz.: "Baby/my baby/oh baby/love you baby/baby" (repeat x 256).
― Le Freddie Starr de nos jours, Saturday, 20 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― keith, Saturday, 20 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― ethan, Saturday, 20 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Sunday, 21 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dave q, Sunday, 21 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Douglas Wolk, Sunday, 21 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
She said, "My breasts, they will always be open Baby, you can rest your weary head right on me And there will always be a space in my parking lot When you need a little coke and sympathy"
That's just perfect.
― Simon, Sunday, 21 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mark, Sunday, 21 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Scott Miller - Game Theory/Loud Family
― Dan, Sunday, 21 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Lyrics-wise, I'm also impressed with Smog's latest record. The title itself--'Rain on Lens'--is a gem of a tight, compressed image, and he has some great conceits in some of the songs--like claiming he's a bit like a peephole that falls in love with all the eyes that look through it, or naming a song 'Live as if Someone is Always Watching You' and then offering advice for those circumstances). Anyone who comes up with a song called 'Dress Sexy at my Funeral' is unassailable in my book.
If I haven't already proven myself to be an unreconstucted indiephile, I will do so now by adding that I think Isaac Brock of Modest Mouse is a brilliant lyricist, a kind of cracked metaphysical poet.
― Martin Swope, Monday, 22 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
When i get back to my small flat I want to hear somebody bark
― rasko, Monday, 22 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Monday, 22 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sean, Monday, 22 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Keiko, Monday, 22 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Monday, 22 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Arthur, Monday, 22 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Aaron Semmence, Monday, 10 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Absolutely not. Some of the best lyrics wouldn't work at all on a printed page. Some of them do, but that doesn't mean they're the best. Recent examples of ones that do look good on the lyric sheet can be found on Gorky's Spanish Dance Troupe album, I think.
Example (embarassing, this):
Over & Out As he flew right over the ocean Said that's it I'm over and out Though I started young as a lover Now I'm just burning out And his voice used to soar so high Close your eyes for California sky When one day melts into the other Children still know the way As he flew right over the ocean Said that's it, I'm over and out Though I started young as a lover Now I'm just burning out
As he flew right over the ocean Said that's it I'm over and out Though I started young as a lover Now I'm just burning out
And his voice used to soar so high Close your eyes for California sky When one day melts into the other Children still know the way
As he flew right over the ocean Said that's it, I'm over and out Though I started young as a lover Now I'm just burning out
― Nick, Tuesday, 11 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― MarkH, Tuesday, 11 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Scott CE (Scott CE), Wednesday, 9 June 2004 15:48 (twenty-one years ago)
(More, specific to rap, here.)
― it was a different shark (wetmink2), Thursday, 6 October 2005 21:17 (twenty years ago)
― inkedforlife, Friday, 7 October 2005 07:13 (twenty years ago)
― Dadaismus (Dada), Friday, 7 October 2005 07:46 (twenty years ago)
― Drew Daniel (Drew Daniel), Friday, 7 October 2005 08:03 (twenty years ago)