/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.4337269]

Are there any songs that you believe have lyrics that have literary merit?

How about just any song with lyrics you like? What are some of your favorites?

[Anonymous No.4337287]

get your filthy pornography out of my sight
>>>/mu/

[Anonymous No.4337288]

Is that girl even a person? Like what is she thinking when she takes that picture? Is the superficial attention she gets for it really more important to her than looking like a dumb whore?

[Anonymous No.4337301]

>>4337288
She looks pretty cute anon. You should just enjoy it instead of being an asshole about it.

Pretty promiscuous young girls are a good thing.

[Anonymous No.4337310]

The Loop by Mimicking Birds
The Loop by Mimicking Birds
The Loop by Mimicking Birds

[Anonymous No.4337313]

>>4337288
^mad

[Anonymous No.4337317]

>>4337269

http://www.lyricsdepot.com/blind-guardian/nightfall.html

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IoyToHOWSV8

[Anonymous No.4337330]

It's extremely bitter and full of angst, but I connected to it so much when I first heard it. Honestly, if you aren't full of angst with an undeserved ego when you're young, you're doing something wrong.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JVV1U2BDw0

http://rapgenius.com/Sage-francis-mermaids-are-seasluts-lyrics

[Anonymous No.4337336]

>>4337317
Makes me want to watch Conan the Barbarian and smoke weed out of a Gandalf pipe.

[Anonymous No.4337359]

>>4337330
I mean, I know it's just a song about getting over a break up when you really get down to it, but it just does it so fucking well. It just hit so close to home for me at the time.

Especially this part

From this over sized aquarium that daddy kept cleanly to unhealthy degrees
Writing suicide notes with invisible ink on transparencies
And posting them to the glass boundaries that surround the seas of change
Strangely enough, while bringing back the real(reel)
I could sense intense resistance so I had no other choice but to cut the line

You know the exact kind of girl he's talking about. If you've ever been in a relationship with someone like that, he just cuts to the fucking core of it.

[Anonymous No.4337385]

>>4337288
>she
>thinking

[Anonymous No.4337388]

>>4337317
What are you? A nerd?

[Anonymous No.4337393]

>>4337269
>tfw that girl looks like a sluttier version of my childhood crush
>tfw she was the sweetest, cutest and nicest girl i've met since
>tfw i'll never find her again
>tfw she moved on and is possibly married already
I'd be fine to meet her again. Say hello.
I don't even care if I have nothing to on her life.

[Anonymous No.4337396]

>>4337288
she obviously was thinking
women usually stick out their tongues because it reminds us of sex

[Anonymous No.4337413]

I always thought Glassjaw guy was a pretty good lyricist.

Pink Roses is pretty angsty but in a cool way
>You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken.
>You're asking when do I stop?
>When the bottle's empty.
>Blacker than my father's soul. Drunk enough to raise us all.

[Anonymous No.4337432]

>>4337393
You had your shot and didn't take it. It's your own fault. Happiness is for the bold.

[Anonymous No.4337448]

>>4337432
Like I would know she would leave forever, mang.
I was like fucking 8, dude.

Now, excuse as I go get drunk and masturbate to some hentai game I just pirated this week.

[Anonymous No.4337463]

>>4337448
>Judging someone by what you remember from when you were 8 years old

What?

[Anonymous No.4337475]

>>4337463
Sepia is one hell of a drug.

[Anonymous No.4337494]

>yfw Neil Fallon's other band (The Company Band) mentions Nietzsche explicitly in the song Who Else But Us and Clutch's song about Socrates sounds like what Nietzsche was saying about him in Twilight of the Idols:

They came marchin down the street in robes,
In the spirit of Spanish Inquisition.
Guitars and trombones,
Mechanical monkeys make good musicians.

Streets urchins, the smugglers and dingos,
dead languages and living man lingos.
Put the relics of the saint in a glass box and march him around the block.

Hangin on the words of a madman,
Islands in the abyss,
No use for the poet,
when the hopeless seek no bliss.

Mason jars of petroleum,
You know those kids don't play,
And should you ever get ahold of them,
I'll tell you exactly what they say:
"Time we told you son about the family curse"
And when they opened up the diary
to gain an explanation,
They find only terminal verse.


Hangin on the words of a madman,
Islands in the abyss,
No use for the poet,
when the hopeless seek no bliss.


X-ray visions,
Eye in the sky,
the naked being led by the blind
So Bottoms up, Socrates.
Hemloc straight up
Goes down easy

Hangin on the words of a madman,
Islands in the abyss,
No use for the poet,
when the hopeless seek no bliss.


X-ray visions,
Eye in the sky,
the naked being led by the blind
So Bottoms up, Socrates.
Hemlock tastes like ripple wine


X-ray visions,
Eye in the sky,
the naked being led by the blind
So Bottoms up, Socrates.
Hemlock straight up
Goes down easy


Also, this will become an Aesop Rock thread, as usual.

[Anonymous No.4337512]

>>4337494
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oz_-o7wxLHM

Forgot link.

Light nietzschean themes can also be found in their song Ghost:
The leather soles go shufflin' in
Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin
Now who will toast our noble host
Who has this mornin' given up the ghost?

The wooden coffer hand to hand
Kind words are offered, silent prayers
But she is satisfied the most
While stabbing madly at the roast

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve

The creditor rides with his men
The death of debtors, he won't forgive
They repossess his silver eyes
Now in the potter's field, he lies

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve

Waitin' for a dead man's shoes
Have you heard the latest news?
Lazarus is back from the dead
Lookin' as one would expect

Drippin' with the waters of Sheol
Babblin' about body and soul
And then he found his wife in their bed
Buck, naked and already wed

The tax collector beneath his sheets
The door swings open, floorboards creak
Now who will toast our noble host
Who has this mornin' given up the ghost?

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain will receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain will receive, will receive

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQsy9Rvz3rs

[Anonymous No.4337546]

>>4337512
>Blast Tyrant
Great album.

[Anonymous No.4337784]

>>4337269

When you were born you were not alone
Nothing was carved into the stone-
quite yet, but don't forget-
you heard someone say "It won't get better than this"
That was the sound of your father
as he held you up to your mother,
and no one will ever know a love as pure as the one you felt right then.

Streetlight Manifesto's "If only for the Memories"

Tomas Kalnoky is the best lyricist alive, in my opinion. Anything he has done is pretty goddamn fantastic.

[Anonymous No.4337798]

[Anonymous No.4337834]

i love this song,but after years of listening for the first time i keep coming up with new ideas of what it means .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xrk0boGxDCY

its in spanish but heres a traslation:

i watched you born,and i knew that i knew nothing.
i watched you grow up,but i was growing up too.
i watched you laugh.we're still alive.

opinions?

[Anonymous No.4337887]

>>4337798
As much as I enjoy this album, the lyrics are middle school diary tier.
>WHY IS LOVE SO LONELY
>I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING

[Anonymous No.4337894]

The first verse of Pigeon by Cannibal Ox:

Birds of the same feather flock together
Congested on a majestic street corner
That's a short time goal for most of 'em
Cuz most of 'em
Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things
That's what we call inspired flight
By the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night
And "Let there be light" was understood
When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood
And if my face is worth a thousand words when it's scarred
I would only hope that two of those are cocoa and butter
To heal the wounds
Of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my womb
But I've graduated, got my wings
And you've got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo
Eh yo, I'm a black man, with an African
Drum in my chest that beats on the opposite of the right
Let me know I got a breath left
In this frigid fragile capsule
That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you
I wrap my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch
So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss
I'm just a pigeon with one mile left
That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death
And these rags-to-riches words will break bones
Like the assassination of two birds with one stone
That's why I don't associate with bird brains with their beaks in the air
Pelicans with wide jaws yap names
For fish heads you'll get tossed in the flames
Where some archaeologists will find your skeletal frame

[Anonymous No.4337898]

See also >>4335186

[Anonymous No.4337943]

>>4337798
Lyrics fit perfectly with the music but that isn't the same thing as being worthy of literary merit.

My vote is for Jame Blake off the top of my head. Yeah, he doesn't have much in the way of quantity, but a lot of his lyrics are quite pleasing.

[Anonymous No.4337946]

>>4337432
>Happiness is for the bold.

hehe

[Anonymous No.4338002]

Leonard Cohen's lyrics are pretty decent poetry. Too bad I can't say the same this about the music itself.

[Anonymous No.4338012]

I was really into Tori Amos' Little Earthquakes when it came out, and I revisited it last year for a few months. it holds up.

I don't guess I have to mention Dylan

IRS-era R.E.M. is pretty great, some of it has literary merit, god knows Stipe was trying.

Neil Young can make it happen, I like Harvest and Rust Never Sleeps. "Pocohontas" comes to mind

I don't get very deep with her but I think Joni Mitchel can write at that level.

I love rap music and get a lot of mental stimulation out of it, probably more so than anything else I've mentioned, but I think judging it against tradition is just backwards. It's its own thing and all that backpacker rap that tries at being deep and literary is wack to me. Not in every case, of course, but I'd just assume skip all that and listen to EPMD and just appreciate how well done it is on its own merit and not how "intellectual" it is.

[Anonymous No.4338016]

>>4338012
oh, and "Riverman" by Nick Drake is pretty dope

[Anonymous No.4338051]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3RAI8Ntamw

http://www.metrolyrics.com/past-is-a-grotesque-animal-the-lyrics-of-montreal.html

It is the shortest 12 minute song I've ever heard.

[Anonymous No.4338087]

The original is written by Josh Ritter, but this cover blows it out of the water.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ooqsxtdGS0

http://www.metrolyrics.com/another-new-world-lyrics-josh-ritter.html

[Anonymous No.4338110]

gza is the best lyricist of all time

prove me wrong nerds

[Anonymous No.4338375]

La Dispute

http://www.songlyrics.com/la-dispute/a-poem-lyrics/

Their lyrics tend to flow extremely well in the music which probably makes it seem better than it is since I've never read the lyrics without knowing the tune already. But I warn you, it's abrasive and hard to get into.

[Anonymous No.4338385]

Where was I now
Like I said before
Hear someone knockin
At my front door
Who could it be, should I ignore
The knockin or see what could be in store
For me if I leave the safety of the shore
So many options, so little time
To do what I want 'fore the end of the line
Places its blade in the small of my spine
Is it paranoia, is it real?
How long can a man enjoy what he doesn't feel
When they ask if you can make it
And you don't wanna go

[Anonymous No.4338390]

[Anonymous No.4338416]

>Too many Urkels on your team that's why your wins low
>I keep it 300 like the Romans
>I don't need your pussy, bitch. I'm on my own dick.

...damn

[Anonymous No.4338418]

[Anonymous No.4338420]

The only gAnnotateirl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening, 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come

[Anonymous No.4338421]

The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening, 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come

[Anonymous No.4338460]

Ticking away the moments
That make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours
In an off-hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your home town
Waiting for someone or something
To show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today

And then the one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

[Anonymous No.4338468]

She got a big booty
So I call her Big Booty

[Anonymous No.4338477]

Look at that booty, show me the booty
Give me the booty, I want the the booty
Back up the booty, I need the booty
I like the booty, oh what a booty

Shaking that booty, I saw the booty
I want the booty, lord what a booty
Bring on the booty, give up the booty
Loving the booty, round booty

Down for the booty, I want the booty
Hunting the booty, chasing the booty
Casing the booty, getting the booty,
Beautiful booty, smoking booty
Talk to the booty, more booty...
Fine booty

All about the booty, big old booty
Serious booty, amazing booty
I'll take the booty, where is the booty
Stare at the booty, walking the booty
Touching the booty, whos got the booty
Grabbing the booty, rubbing the booty
Loving the booty, hugging the booty
Kissing the booty, holding the booty
Watching the booty... Kicking the booty

Sleeping booty, screaming booty
Harder booty, softer booty
Sweeter booty, sour booty
New booty, used booty
Whos booty, sister's booty
Your mama's booty
Cookin booty, mean booty
Good luck with the booty

Foreign booty, home booty
Road booty, found booty
Covered booty, bad booty
Sweated booty, powder that booty
Bad booty, sadder booty
Wide booty, wider booty...
Double wide booty

Live for the booty, I like the booty
Suing the booty, scared of the booty
Expensive booty, cheap booty
Discount booty, rented booty
Leased booty, selling the booty
Working booty, easy booty
Sleazy booty, greasy booty
Need a lot more booty

Wet booty, dry booty
I hope that one's my booty
Printed booty, Petted booty
Little bitty booty

Beautiful booty, caressing the booty
Dissing the booty, missing the booty
Messing with the booty
Oh what a wonderful booty

Powerful booty, finding the booty
Give me the booty, wake up booty
Breakfast booty, lunch booty
Supper booty, dinner booty
Expensive booty, cheap booty
Buffet booty, hot booty
Cold booty, takeout booty
Delivery booty
All Booty

Booty booty booty booty booty
Booty booty booty booty booty
Booty booty booty booty booty
Booty booty booty booty booty

[Anonymous No.4338504]

I really love Aaron's lyrics from the band meiwhtoutyou.

I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood

[Anonymous No.4338507]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ku-g3LiBxmg

[Anonymous No.4338540]

>>4338507
Not knowing who George and James are is forgivable.
That pleonasm isn't.

[Anonymous No.4338548]

>>4338504
mah nigga.

I love that album so much. All of their work made me radically rethink religion and God.

[Anonymous No.4338573]

>>4338504
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzSGtHu-L-E

[Anonymous No.4338596]

>>4337269
"The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Yeah the wars
they will be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."

[Anonymous No.4338601]

>>4338507

hey look it's Pessoa

[Anonymous No.4338623]

>>4337494

So deep.

[Anonymous No.4338643]

>>4337269
No

[Anonymous No.4339006]

>>4338623
That's what she said. And by she I mean your mom. To me. Last night. While I was fucking her. In the ass. Hard. Until I came. Bareback. Top. LEL.

[Anonymous No.4339061]

>>4337269
alesana?

[Anonymous No.4339159]

>>4339006

Are you trying to insinuate something about my mother?

[Anonymous No.4339176]

>>4338002
Pretty much this.

[Anonymous No.4339181]

Yes.

The Partisan by Cohen

[Anonymous No.4339186]

>>4339181

Actually most of Cohens songs.

[Anonymous No.4339228]

>>4338421
yes

also
>she was born in a bottle rocket, 1929, etc.
gives me extreme feels

[Anonymous No.4339233]

>>4338507
lol i don't get it why is that super bad

[Anonymous No.4339239]

>>4337269
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skYBE38Sl38

Sauce on pic?

[Anonymous No.4339305]

>>4337330
I really like Sage.
Reminds me of Slug and Eyedea.

>>4338477
I chuckled

I have a few.
All Hip Hop

Atmosphere
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEBfCVIRcDA

Eyedea - depressing as shit
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PX6-oRX3unI

Chino XL - even more depressing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ce-jPZ2kd9I

[Anonymous No.4339317]

That Daylight - Nightlight combo
Aesop Rock

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igUsHrFqegE

>All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
>put the pieces back together my way

>Life's not a bitch! Life is a beautiful woman
>You only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy
>Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
>Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDbQT2AV5Rs

>All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
>Swallow up the pieces, spit 'em at your species

>Life's not a bitch
>Life is a bee-otch who keeps the villagers circling the marketplace out searching for the G-spot
>Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
>Or maybe you're just an asshole, maybe I'm just an asshole.

[Anonymous No.4339840]

Lyrics matching the sound perfectly, pleasant and soothing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-petcmQ5ImA

Intense music, lyrics and video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-R6ma5JJBY

[Anonymous No.4339863]

>no one posting the best song ever

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDGhJtEsmj8

[Anonymous No.4339926]

>>4337269

Thru The Eyes of Ruby by Smashing Pumpkins

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oU16EBurb1Q

Lyrics:

wrap me up in always, and drag me in with maybes
your innocence is treasure, your innocence is death
your innocence is all i have
breathing underwater, and living under glass
and if you spin your love around
the secrets of your dreams
you may find your love is gone
and is not quite what it seemed
to appear to disappear
beneath all your darkest fears
i believe in never, i believe in all the way
but belief is not to notice, believe is just some faith
and faith can't help you to escape
and with this ring i wed thee true
and with this ring i wed thee now
and with this ring i play so dead
but no one's asking for the truth, so let me tell you
if you spin your love around
the secrets of your dreams
you may find your love is gone
and is not quite what it seemed
to appear to disappear
beneath all your darkest fears
to the revelations of fresh faced youth
no one will come to save you
so speak your peace in the murmurs drawn
but youth is wasted on the young
your strength is my weakness, your weakness my hate
my love for you just can't explain
why we're forever frozen, forever beautiful,
forever lost inside ourselves
the night has come to hold us young

[Anonymous No.4339945]

Don, Aman by Slint

[Anonymous No.4339983]

>>4339926
>Billy Corgan
>Good lyrics

I love the Pumpkins, but stop. At least pick something from Adore.

[Anonymous No.4339986]

>>4337269
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsgP8LkEopM
Aloha Ke Akua by Medicine for the People

This shit is poetry, theology, philosophy, and spiritually influenced yet logically sound

[Anonymous No.4340001]

>>4339926
I like SP quite a bit, but Corgan, while pretty good in terms of a rock lyricist, is still purple emo nonsense in terms of lit.

On the flip side, Fugazi seem to do the modern, oblique, meaning-not-spelled-out thing pretty well in their lyrics. I like it, but I dunno how "good" it is, I've never really analyzed it apart from the music

[Anonymous No.4340078]

Fog has some of the best lyrics I have ever read. But then again, I like surrealism, so I am most likely a pleb.

A three-piece suit on me,
A tutu on you.
In an empty airplane hangar
At a table for two.

A pregnant pause.
A thought exhaled.
In the jowls of the work-week
Spare me the details.

And if you ever did
Spy a giant squid
With your lazy eye
With its drooping lid
We're in this together
Son, your beef is mine

Well, Vern sunburns himself
For to peel the old him off
To find the red him underneath
The redder him, more raw.

Scooping out his brains
With a rusted grapefruit spoon
Drinking his own urine
In the executive washroom.

And if you've ever been
An unconvincing spokesman in
A seminar and telling jokes
Naked and forgot your notes
We're in this together
Son, your beef is mine.

But if you ever died
Or ever genuinely tried
Or if you ever were denied
Your relevance or sense of pride

If you sputtered and you stuttered
And you tied yourself in knots
And under your breath you muttered
Something someone else forgot

And if you ever have
Missed your flight to Leningrad
Running down some airport stairs
Semen running down your leg
We're in this together
Son, your beef is mine

Well, who tells you to work?
"The devil."
Who tells you when you get a day off?
"The devil."
And who gives you your pay?
"The damn devil."
Aw, and who takes it away?
"The devil."

That pampered quarterback
Oh, he don't know how to act
Oh, he don't know how to throw
I want my fucking money back

Oh, I want to think without
Hearing my mind's mouth talk
Be neutered and lobotomized
And pushed out of a truck

And if you ever were
Somewhere where you never were
Inside someone else's skin
Stealing someone's self from him
We're in this together
Son, your beef is mine.

[Anonymous No.4340186]

>>4338016

>Nick Drake

Fucking this. Everyone who sees this I'd highly recommend checking out Nick Drake immediately. Absolutely excellent songwriter.

[Anonymous No.4340195]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgrr0r4XWNk

[Anonymous No.4340649]

Yes.


I GOT A NINETY-NINE PROBLEMS BU THE BITCH AINT ONE

[Anonymous No.4340733]

Let's get some fucking Elvis Costello in here.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J76dprNEOgE

[Anonymous No.4340757]

I've always loved Leonard Cohen's lyrics. Particularly the end of 'Joan of Arc'.

"It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of Joan of Arc,
And then she clearly understood
If he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?"

[Anonymous No.4340763]

Nick Cave.

[Anonymous No.4340767]

DEATH IS CENTRIFUGAL

SOLAR AND LOGICAL

DECADENT AND SYMMETRICAL

ANGELS ARE MATHEMATICAL

ANGELS ARE BESTIAL

MAN IS THE ANIMAL

[Anonymous No.4340773]

there's this album about anne frank that's really good

[Anonymous No.4340813]

>>4337269

I doubt anyone knows who these bands are but I'll give it a shot.

Anything by:
>Thrice
>Shai Hulud
>The Gaslight Anthem

Here's some realness from Shai Hulud;

"hear my words that i might teach you.
take my arms that i might reach you -
that i might reach straight for your throat.

this is madness.
will we not be satisfied until we sit drenched in each other's blood?

The shame of only two appaling options:
A taker of life, or a dead man.
This is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning.

Love, as vital to life as blood to the heart, conquers pain,
Lest death intrudes by means of it's
flawed emissary, man

On this day, saints will be sinners.
There will be no victors, only bereaved.
This is why we morn.

Leaving the world blind, eye after eye. Leaving the world blind.

Disease inhabits the environs.
Famine feeds our gardens.
Flesh is predisposed to die.
Death needs no aide.

We bear blood to where we rest, and still we are not sleepless...

And we will live such tragedy in perpetuity.

The stillness of a corpse is unnerving, it is the physical form of death, the air is cold, and I am sure someone somewhere is laughing. I am colder than the air, my heart is deeper than an ocean, it’s pain is focused, a focus which is as brutal as the stillness of a corpse. On this day let them all be unnerved as the blood of the dead mixes with the blood of the gouging of my eyes. The truest tragedy complete and in perpetuity, as this is the world of imbeciles who thirst for blood, blind as bats. There are no more lessons to be learned, man unlearns wisdom as swiftly as he digs it’s own grave. If he must dig, let him dig for himself. I will bury the corpses of those that would bury mine, or that of my beloved. Let the blood of my own eyes mix with the blood of mankind, it will cleanse the world. The scored jet blood, it will cleanse the world This is a tragedy.

Her loved one is dead.
His loved one is dead.
My loved one is dead.
Your loved one is dead.

This is a tragedy."
-Ending the perpetual tragedy, Shai Hulud

[Anonymous No.4340818]

>>4340813
>Gaslight Anthem
mein compatriot. Some of their stuff makes me nostalgic in ways I hadn't felt since hearing Bruce Springsteen for the first time.

[Anonymous No.4340850]

>>4340818

I'm also a huge fan of Lucero. If you haven't checked them out, you're missing out.

[Anonymous No.4340861]

>>4340850
I will do that, just because you told me to internet stranger. Thanks for the suggestion

Also as far as literature-esque lyrics, The Airborne Toxic Event comes to mind. Yeah most of it is incredibly sappy but it does have a certain flow

[Anonymous No.4340877]

>>4340773
subtle

[Anonymous No.4340892]

The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
Darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

I think Springsteen is a good songwriter. call me a weiner or what-have-you.

[Anonymous No.4340896]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfxvgi0i1nc

Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed - no angel dust, label us "Notorious"
Thug ass niggas that love to bust; it's strange to us
Y'all niggas be scrambling, gambling
Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins
We just sitting here trying to win, trying not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily counting them Benjamins
Nigga you should too, if you knew
What this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since '92
Look at all the bullshit I been through!
So-called beef with you-know-who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit
Not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick cause
Me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your Gat, call your clique
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggas, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do: fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B
Bone and Big, nigga: die slowly
I'mma tell you like a nigga told me:
"Cash Rules Everything Around Me"
Shit...lyrically, niggas can't see me
Fuck it, buy the coke
Cook the coke, cut it
Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself loving it
Nigga with a Benz fuckin' it
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
Big come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thugs dudes
Who's the killer, me or you?

[Anonymous No.4340901]

>>4340892
Thumbs Up

[Anonymous No.4340903]

>>4340896

It's Bone and Biggie Biggie...

One of the best

[Anonymous No.4340911]

>>4339305
Atmosphere and Eyedea are the greatest of all time

[Anonymous No.4340916]

Why does it not surprise me that /lit/ has better taste in music than /mu/>

[Anonymous No.4340924]

Psychic TV - The Orchids

when all the numbers swim together
and all the shadows settle
when doors forced open shut again
a flytrap and a petal

my eyes burn and claws rush to fill them
and in the morning after the night
i fall in love with the light
it is so clear i realize
that here at last i have my eyes

when all the figures sound retreat
the soft skin starts to shrivel
when dreams made real become less sweet
the orchid and the metal

my sex turns and claws rush to spill them
but in the morning after the night
i fall in love with the light
it is so pure i can't arise
without the fear of secret lies

when all the characters full size
and every moon is level
when all the spirits burn in lies
as center grief by steel

my eyes burn and claws rush to fill them
but in the morning after the night
i fall in love with the light
it is so clear i realize
and now at last i have my eyes

[Anonymous No.4340930]

Yeah, I really like Cass McCombs. He makes a ton of literary and film allusions on his first three albums.

"Of all the creatures in the wood
One law is commonly understood
Deep in the heart of Fontainbleau
The marriage of a whore and Jew
The bride’s true dowry black rocks
Equinox
The wedding is followed by gifts
Catherine de Medici lives
Silverfish quilting testicle
Despotic owl conducts the wolves
And mulls attacking a fox
Equinox"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EALj9qAGf_Q

He's kind of cynical and generally pokes subtle fun at everything, but he doesn't rely on trying to be "edgy" or slapstick funny--it's all really witty.

Pic related, every time I see this it just makes me laugh

[Anonymous No.4340937]

>>4340818
>>4340850
Gaslight Anthem is my shit. They are getting more popular too.

[Anonymous No.4340946]

>>4340930

more cass

Dawn in Albany
Statesmen are still asleep
The first noise heard
Through the dew: "cuckoo!"
A rattle follows
The coroner's office glows
This is my portrait of you, Cuckoo
Cuckoo is your given name
Christened in the solitude of Fame
Ah! Friends as such!
Whose love is without touch
All four horsemen are you,
Cuckoo
Like Brughel's Miser in the frame
Quite literally, you're insane
A cop-out?
So flippantly talked about
Stand up, here comes your cue...
"cuckoo!"
(couldn't find a link for this one)

"I spend my days. shaking hands
Forgetting names. recycling cans: a comedian
There's trouble in our nation's capitol
My blues are black, my belly's full
A comedian is someone who tells jokes
It's lunchtime fix a pal a drink
It's nap-time paint the casket pink
Gut thee from me all half-wit-dim-wit souls
Happy Hanukkah. Ho-ho-ho
A comedian is someone who tells jokes
A comedian is someone who tells jokes
It's lunchtime fix a pal a drink
It's nap-time paint the casket pink
I wrote a check to save a whale
And like I said it's in the mail
A comedian is someone who tells jokes"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRRwBvKYzUE

[Anonymous No.4340951]

>>4340946
By all accounts, accounts it's true
Not that it matters much, much to the blue
To the blue, to the blue
Heather Burns went, went to the field
To gather robin's eggs, eggs for her meal
For her meal, for her meal

Walking, she thought about
A coward, years ago
"Saint Jude, when will I learn?"
A snake side-winded
Across her broken path
But Heather knew better and thought:
"What is done is done, done, what's done is done"

By all accounts, accounts it's fine
"One egg for Saint Jude, one egg is mine,
One is mine, one is mine"
She saw a nest, nest in an elm
Not-so high, yet another realm
Another realm, another realm

Reaching up, she felt
Two eggs with her fingers
And lightly picked them out
And lowering, one fell down
"One for Jude!", the snake said
But Heather knew better and thought:
"What is done is done, done, what's done is done
Done, what's done is done"

"Can't we raise the dead anew?
Call me Robin Egg Blue
Robin Egg Blue, Robin Egg Blue"

By all accounts, accounts it's through
Not that it matters much to Robin Egg Blue
Robin Egg Blue, Robin Egg Blue

The snake followed her home
Along the broken path
The field needed to be burned
Inside, she set the egg down
"Should I have not been hungry?"
But Heather knew better and thought:
"What is done is done, done, what's done is done
Done, what's done is done

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irlixUZADfI

[Anonymous No.4340954]

>>4340911

I think you just might be the whitest person on 4chan.

[Anonymous No.4340955]

Check out Sundowner. Specifically Midsummer Classic and Audio Geography.

[Anonymous No.4341021]

>>4337269
Ode to joy

[Anonymous No.4341072]

>>4338375
lol la dispute. so emotional. such edge.

[Anonymous No.4342596]

Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said son, It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done.
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war.

And the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears, we sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day, how our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well. He shower'd us with bullets,
And he rained us with shell. And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain.
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well we tried to survive, in that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive, though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, and when I woke up in my hospital bed,
And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead. Never knew there was worse things than dyin'.

For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda, all around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs-no more waltzing Matilda for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane, those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay, I looked at the place where me legs used to be.
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, to grieve, to mourn, and to pity.

But the band played Waltzing Matilda, as they carried us down the gangway.
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch, and I watch the parades pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore. They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, what are they marching for? And I ask myself the same question.

But the band plays Waltzing Matilda, and the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear. Someday no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

[Anonymous No.4342632]

The wreckage of humanity has been strewn across the land and now the hour of desperation is at hand.
We, the maggots, feed off the dead seeking solace in a bed of broken glass.
We bleed, infecting water, beneath bright skins of polished steel.
Through empty, yearning, starved and frustrated hearts which long for risk and reason.
This is a standard and sterile half-life to lead empty facades conceal slow decay.
Within these new dark ages, which breed discontent, to give up all hope to see the dawn reveals a victims face beneath the veneer struggling to show that it's been wronged.
Led astray by the myths of our fathers, with ancient wounds often ignored,
fighting for scraps from the table while slowly we rot on the floor.
Struggling for balance amid these unholy lies
reflecting terror and chaos.

We are born into suffering, with constructs, icons, idols and eyes, which manifest and forecast our fear of our own demise.
But on the eve of the apocalypse you can burn these words into my flesh:
"We are the tortured and insane
disillusioned and mundane
unknown and unnamed
desperate and enslaved
and we want something more"

-Reflections by Trial

[Anonymous No.4342725]

Pretty much anything by Alt J is worth merit. Their subject matter rules. 0 angst, loads of neat allusions.

[Anonymous No.4342745]

>>4337269
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XepWuF65QqM