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Who 'dis? It's like someone's read Bataille. Good on them. I'll probably have already stated that I hate whoever wrote this song, which isn't really at odds with this thread. I like David Tibet's lyrics, I think they're very often better on paper than sung. |
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My favorite lyricists are: Ian Curtis, Lou Reed, Chan Marshall.
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The Jesus Lizard, according to the interbox. Time for a re-appraisal of that band on my part, methinks.
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Lyric-wise they were definitely ok but not the best ever.
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the shit thing about reading lyrics is that you have to read the same thing being repeated over and over
Your first mistake was to think you could fuck with the ranch Here I come, here I come, with my dick in my hand Do you think you'd like to have a blockbuster up your ass Do you think you'd like that, well do ya motherfucker Do ya, motherfucker Do ya We'll smash your eggs and then your head and we'll nab your kids Take 'em outback on the deck and barbeque their ribs Throw their heads into your ivy, water them with piss Do you think you'd like that, well do ya motherfucker Do ya, motherfucker Do ya Your first mistake was to think you could fuck with the ranch Here I come, here I come, with my dick in my hand Do you think you'd like to have a blockbuster up your ass Do you think you'd like that, well do ya motherfucker Do ya, motherfucker Do ya, motherfucker Do ya, motherfucker Do ya |
You're so sweet
Your smile Your pussy And your bones You're on fire You move me Like music With your style Let me think (Let you think about what?) About girls (And what else?) And money And new clothes (And what do I get?) Thirty nights (Uh huh..) Of violence (Yeah...) And sugar To love Come here Closer to the lung Shove her over railing |
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No it isn't, don't be a flid
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"fuck school, fuck curfew, fuck homework"
--Dr. Wolfgang Vincent Gobin Bushwickin the Barbarian Mother Funky Stay High Dollar Billstir (AKA Bushwick Bill) |
Nick Drake has already been mentioned but i think this song has great lyrics.
Betty came by on her way Said she had a word to say About things today And fallen leaves. Said she hadnt heard the news Hadnt had the time to choose A way to lose But she believes. Going to see the river man Going to tell him all I can About the plan For lilac time. If he tells me all he knows About the way his river flows And all night shows In summertime. Betty said she prayed today For the sky to blow away Or maybe stay She wasnt sure. For when she thought of summer rain Calling for her mind again She lost the pain And stayed for more. Going to see the river man Going to tell him all I can About the ban On feeling free. If he tells me all he knows About the way his river flows I dont suppose Its meant for me. Oh, how they come and go Oh, how they come and go also as cliche as it is, I think Bob Dylan is the best lyricist of all time |
bob dylan of course writes brilliant lyrics.
roger waters is another great lyricist. |
Somebody please stop Sufjan 'I'm a Twat' Stevens and Bright fucking Eyes from breathing.
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Such resentment over music in this place. What a pity.
I believe I'll put on some Jason Mraz when Wolf Eyes is done. |
There's nothing toresent, man, it's just shit music for the weak-boned. Get over it.
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Oh I was never under it.
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Gosh, you really are witty, aren' you?
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But never sarcastic.
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