Great lyrics of our time

Chutney said:
You could be about to fall down a wormhole that will change you forever.

Or you might just think they're stupid. Nee bother either way.
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I am very much a lyric man. Gimme a story anytime.

Oddly enough I play guitar, still I need a story over a great voice out a riff
 
I hate this flat land, there's no cover
For sons and fathers and brothers and lovers
I can take the killing, I can take the slaughter
But I don't talk to Sun reporters
I never thought that I would be
Fighting fascists in the Southern Sea
I saw one today and in his hand
Was a weapon that was made in Birmingham
 
I never thought it would happen
With me and a girl from Clapham
Out on the windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said: "You are a lady"
"Perhaps" she said: "I may be"
We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up
I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she'd seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her
I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
And little kicks inside her
This morning at four-fifty
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The Devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling
Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's something missing
I'd beg for some forgiveness
But begging's not my business
And she won't write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction
 
  • The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
    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

    You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
    Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
    Waste your summer praying in vain
    For a savior to rise from these streets
    Well now, I ain't no hero, that's understood
    All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
    With a chance to make it good somehow
    Hey, what else can we do now?
    Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
    Well, the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere
    We got one last chance to make it real
    To trade in these wings on some wheels
    Climb in back, heaven's waiting down on the tracks

    Oh oh, come take my hand
    We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
    Oh oh oh oh, Thunder Road
    Oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road
    Lying out there like a killer in the sun
    Hey, I know it's late, we can make it if we run
    Oh oh oh oh, Thunder Road
    Sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road

    Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
    And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
    From your front porch to my front seat
    The door's open but the ride ain't free
    And I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spoken
    But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken

    There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
    They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets
    They scream your name at night in the street
    Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
    And in the lonely cool before dawn
    You hear their engines rolling on
    But when you get to the porch, they're gone on the wind
    So Mary, climb in
    It's a town full of losers, I'm pulling out of here to win
 
Did it all get real, I guess it's real enough
They got refrigerators full of blood
Another century spent pointing guns
At anything that moves
Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot
My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts
I never really dreamed of heaven much
Until we put him in the ground

But it's all I'm doing now
Listening for patterns in the sound
Of an endless static sea
But once the satellite's deceased
It blows like garbage through the streets
Of the night sky to infinity
 
We’ve got a place, with a fence and a little grass,
I put this film on the window and it looks like chapel glass,
And when she turns it’s like the shadow of the cross don’t cast,
No blessing over our lonely lives,
It’s like waiting for a train to pass.
 
Scrug said:
We’ve got a place, with a fence and a little grass,
I put this film on the window and it looks like chapel glass,
And when she turns it’s like the shadow of the cross don’t cast,
No blessing over our lonely lives,
It’s like waiting for a train to pass.
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That whole album is full of really rich lyrics.
 
goalscrounger said:
That whole album is full of really rich lyrics.
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It really is, I was never a huge fan of them. But that album is incredible.

Honorary mention to Sleepwalker too for

Everyone is afraid of losing,
Even the ones that always win,
Hey Sleepwalker,
When the mountain comes back to life,
It doesn’t come from without,
It comes from within
 
I'll prolly die anonymous
I'll prolly die with promises
I'll prolly die walkin' back home from the candy house
I'll prolly die 'cause these colors are standin' out
I'll prolly die because I ain't know Demarcus was snitchin'
I'll prolly die at these house parties, f**** with b***ches
I'll prolly die from witnesses leavin' me false accused
I'll prolly die from thinkin' that me and your hood was cool
Or maybe die from pressin' the line, actin' too extra
Or maybe die because these smokers
Are more than desperate
I'll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges
Body slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin'
Or maybe die from panic or die from bein' too lax
Or die from waitin' on it, die 'cause I'm movin' too fast
I'll prolly die tryna buy weed at the apartments
I'll prolly die tryna diffuse two homies arguin'
I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're 17
All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things

If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that motha***** up
And then I'd take two puffs
I've been hungry all my life
I'm high now, I'm high now
I'm high now, I'm high now

- Kendrick Lamar, Fear
 
Now her heart cold, Antarctica, Siberia
Had it planned out, curriculum, criteria
Change, she feel pain
Strain, built up anger
From dealing with a d*ckhead, putting her life in danger
I understand, it's times that you go through your women things
And sometimes can't gauge clearly on what you be thinking
I swear I got your back and got a tab on what you drinking
You ain't gotta move a finger or pinky when we linking
Whatever keeps your boat afloat or ship sinking from
Loose lips of side women stepping out of position
Breaking out of a system, prison
Parallelogram, shaping the prism
Stop signs never stopped I
Let's be realistic, I been trying to get in touch with my senses
And be better to my sisters
But n*****s think that you feminine when you sensitive
My home girl rap, and she feminist
Hold it down for the women, I call her "Feminem"
Tell 'em how you really feel I had to ask her
'Cause ass shots and dead ass and fake t*ts been around, we gets it
Girl you perfect without that make up or the plastic surgery
I'ma tell you how it is like Ron Burgundy

- JID, Skrawberries
 
Today's the fourth of July
Another year has gone by
And when they light up our town
I just think "What a waste
Of gunpowder and sky".
 
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