Jim Morrison? How could someone say his lyrics are bad? Every song of his is like a poem.
This list really doesn't make sense to me. There are way worse lyricists. What about Eminem?
"The way you move it, you make my pee pee go
Doing, doing, doing"
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[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]JoxerTheHaremMasterPirate wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color=#FF1452>Kaylee.... wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Paul McCartney?!
WHAT?
D:
How COULD they?![/QUOTE]
MULL OF KINTYRE!!
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Run, dude. Run before Jessica sees your post. ;)
WHAT?
D:
How COULD they?![/QUOTE]
MULL OF KINTYRE!!
[/QUOTE]
Run, dude. Run before Jessica sees your post. ;)
What...how could Bernie Taupin be worse that Kevin Federline! How could ANYONE be worse than Kevin Federline!
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<b><font color="#FF1493">The Fairy King wrote: [/QUOTENAME]
2. Neil Peart
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WTF? Okay, his early lyrics where...strange sometimes. (Caress of Steel - Geddy Lee: We smoked a bit too much dope on that one..)
but his later lyrics are just awesome.
This is my fav.
Subdivisions:
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone
(Subdivisions)
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
(Subdivisions)
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights...
2. Neil Peart
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WTF? Okay, his early lyrics where...strange sometimes. (Caress of Steel - Geddy Lee: We smoked a bit too much dope on that one..)
but his later lyrics are just awesome.
This is my fav.
Subdivisions:
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone
(Subdivisions)
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
(Subdivisions)
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights...
:O
RYYYAAAAAAANNNN RRRRRRROOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSS
(Is hot :P)
RYYYAAAAAAANNNN RRRRRRROOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSS
(Is hot :P)
My favourite:
FREEWILL
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
There are those who think that life
Has nothing left to chance
With a host of holy horrors
To direct our aimless dance
A planet of playthings
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
The stars arent aligned ---
Or the gods are malign
Blame is better to give than receive
You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill
I will choose a path thats clear
I will choose free will
There are those who think that theyve been dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them ---
They werent born in lotus-land
All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate
Kicked in the face
You cant pray for a place
In heavens unearthly estate
Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt
Thats far too fleet...
FREEWILL
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
There are those who think that life
Has nothing left to chance
With a host of holy horrors
To direct our aimless dance
A planet of playthings
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
The stars arent aligned ---
Or the gods are malign
Blame is better to give than receive
You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill
I will choose a path thats clear
I will choose free will
There are those who think that theyve been dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them ---
They werent born in lotus-land
All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate
Kicked in the face
You cant pray for a place
In heavens unearthly estate
Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt
Thats far too fleet...
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color="lime">Raf840 wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]JoxerTheHaremMasterPirate wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color=#FF1452>Kaylee.... wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Paul McCartney?!
WHAT?
D:
How COULD they?![/QUOTE]
MULL OF KINTYRE!!
[/QUOTE]
Run, dude. Run before Jessica sees your post. ;)
[/QUOTE]
YOU ARE A DEAD MAN, JOX.
WHAT?
D:
How COULD they?![/QUOTE]
MULL OF KINTYRE!!
[/QUOTE]
Run, dude. Run before Jessica sees your post. ;)
[/QUOTE]
YOU ARE A DEAD MAN, JOX.
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Holly2003 wrote: [/QUOTENAME]My favourite:
FREEWILL
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Great choice :-)
FREEWILL
[/QUOTE]
Great choice :-)
WTF is Robert Plant doing on that list?
Glad to see so many of you guys rallying to the defense. Some of my absolute favourite songwriters are on this list...I consider Ian Anderson a poet of high order, Neil Peart is a delight, Paul McCartney is a genius without par. And poor Jim Morrison...I'm sorry, the writer of such lines as "Catacombs, nursery bones, winter women growing stones," "Optical promise" and "Cancel my subscription to the resurrection" deserves to be ranked amongst rock's greatest and most accomplished lyricists. "I loved you the best...better than all the rest...," "I took a face from the ancient gallery and I walked on down the hall...," "Rugs lash out their lizards tongues..."...pure awesomeness.
I. The Solid Time Of Change
Anderson/Howe
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away.
Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching to call the color of the sky.
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see.
Getting over all the time I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind.
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
Now that it's all over and done,
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
II. Total Mass Retain
Anderson/Squire
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love.
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand.
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.
Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see,
As armoured movers took approach to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close to the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by the corner.
Down at the edge, round by the river.
Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory.
All in all, the journey takes you all the way.
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain.
Down at the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You can clearly see the lady sadly looking.
Saying that she'd take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain.
I get up, I get down,
I get up, I get down.
Two million people barely satisfy.
Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late.
The eyes of honesty can achieve.
How many millions do we deceive each day?
[Thru the duty she would coil their said
amusement of her story asking only interest
could be laid upon the children of her domain]
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
In charge of who is there in charge of me.
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
The truth is written all along the page.
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
IV. Seasons Of Man
Anderson/Howe
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems.
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love.
As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above.
Ah, ah.
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race.
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place.
On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley,
Called to witness cycles only of the past.
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark.
Close to the edge, down by the river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over and done,
Called to the seed, right to the sun.
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
Seasons will pass
Anderson/Howe
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away.
Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching to call the color of the sky.
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see.
Getting over all the time I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind.
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
Now that it's all over and done,
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
II. Total Mass Retain
Anderson/Squire
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love.
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand.
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.
Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see,
As armoured movers took approach to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close to the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by the corner.
Down at the edge, round by the river.
Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory.
All in all, the journey takes you all the way.
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain.
Down at the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You can clearly see the lady sadly looking.
Saying that she'd take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain.
I get up, I get down,
I get up, I get down.
Two million people barely satisfy.
Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late.
The eyes of honesty can achieve.
How many millions do we deceive each day?
[Thru the duty she would coil their said
amusement of her story asking only interest
could be laid upon the children of her domain]
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
In charge of who is there in charge of me.
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
The truth is written all along the page.
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
IV. Seasons Of Man
Anderson/Howe
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems.
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love.
As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above.
Ah, ah.
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race.
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place.
On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley,
Called to witness cycles only of the past.
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark.
Close to the edge, down by the river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over and done,
Called to the seed, right to the sun.
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
Seasons will pass
Les Claypool (Primus) hilarious lyrics, too many to list, great band & songwriters:
Tommy the Cat
"I remember as if it were a meal ago"
Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter
may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat
had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel
of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban
predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, but it was a rare
occasion such as this that he did.
"She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot
biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in
even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those
days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double,
even triple, takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the
delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were
known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of
masculinity could only be found in one place... and that was
O'malley's Alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended)
but not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into
the heart of the alley. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin'
for that stud bull, She was lookin’ for that he cat. And that was me. Tommy the Cat is my
name and I say unto thee...
Say baby do you wanna lay down by me?
Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side?
Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me?
Say Baby
Say Baby
Tommy the Cat
"I remember as if it were a meal ago"
Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter
may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat
had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel
of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban
predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, but it was a rare
occasion such as this that he did.
"She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot
biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in
even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those
days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double,
even triple, takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the
delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were
known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of
masculinity could only be found in one place... and that was
O'malley's Alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended)
but not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into
the heart of the alley. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin'
for that stud bull, She was lookin’ for that he cat. And that was me. Tommy the Cat is my
name and I say unto thee...
Say baby do you wanna lay down by me?
Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side?
Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me?
Say Baby
Say Baby
That list is faulty and defies logic. Surely the worst writers are so bad that there worthless lyrics haven't made them famous.
Still, I think these people are just dropping names to piss people off.
Score one for Blender.
Still, I think these people are just dropping names to piss people off.
Score one for Blender.
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color="sky blue">QueenMercury46 wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Jim Morrison? How could someone say his lyrics are bad? Every song of his is like a poem.
This list really doesn't make sense to me. There are way worse lyricists. What about Eminem?
"The way you move it, you make my pee pee go
Doing, doing, doing"
[/QUOTE]
Eminem is briliant,
have you actualy ever listened to one of his lirics? I mean realy listen?
This list really doesn't make sense to me. There are way worse lyricists. What about Eminem?
"The way you move it, you make my pee pee go
Doing, doing, doing"
[/QUOTE]
Eminem is briliant,
have you actualy ever listened to one of his lirics? I mean realy listen?
If this is about worst lyricists in ROCK, why is Timbaland in the list?