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Everyone has their favourite songs that mean something to them or just resonate with a simple truth through interesting lyrics.
Song writers like Bob Dylan relied on their lyrics to make important points and everyone from John Lennon to Jedward has something to say....well, maybe not Jedward.
I digress, do you have any favourite song lyrics and why?
I love The Police's Every Breath You Take. On the surface it seems like a simple love song, but look deeper and there are dark undertones of obsession.
The Flaming Lips Do You Realise? is also an example of double edged lyrics, playing with mortality and using it as an example of why everyone is special.
Song writers like Bob Dylan relied on their lyrics to make important points and everyone from John Lennon to Jedward has something to say....well, maybe not Jedward.
I digress, do you have any favourite song lyrics and why?
I love The Police's Every Breath You Take. On the surface it seems like a simple love song, but look deeper and there are dark undertones of obsession.
The Flaming Lips Do You Realise? is also an example of double edged lyrics, playing with mortality and using it as an example of why everyone is special.
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At the opposite end of the scale the most nonsensical lyrics of all time would surely be Nessaja by Scooter.
Some highlights:
''3 AM!
The painted cow !
Hiaaaaa!!
You ain't stoppin` us now !
Wonderful human beings
Yeah ! I am the Junglist souldier.
Come On! The rocket launcher stops ya.
It's not a bird, it's not a plane
It must be Dave who`s on the train
Wanna wanna get'cha, gonna gonna get'cha
Tell them that I told ya''
''Come On !
I am the freshman
Messing up the jam !
Turning up the stereo
Join the caravan
Skippy, the rain won`t come!''
? :S
Some highlights:
''3 AM!
The painted cow !
Hiaaaaa!!
You ain't stoppin` us now !
Wonderful human beings
Yeah ! I am the Junglist souldier.
Come On! The rocket launcher stops ya.
It's not a bird, it's not a plane
It must be Dave who`s on the train
Wanna wanna get'cha, gonna gonna get'cha
Tell them that I told ya''
''Come On !
I am the freshman
Messing up the jam !
Turning up the stereo
Join the caravan
Skippy, the rain won`t come!''
? :S
chasfh wrote:
Anyone find it slightly odd that most of the lyrics mentioned relate to songs from the eighties/ early nineties?
Makes me wonder where the true wordsmiths have all gone....
Having said that, "Dear God" by Avenged Sevenfold...
...Or some of the better MCR tracks.
Still not a patch on the "old Timers" though.
I'd go even further. Anything pre-1995 seems to have decent, if not amazing lyrics. Afterwards, no too much as you mentioned. The likes of Paul Simon are the masters of lyrics.
Anyone find it slightly odd that most of the lyrics mentioned relate to songs from the eighties/ early nineties?
Makes me wonder where the true wordsmiths have all gone....
Having said that, "Dear God" by Avenged Sevenfold...
...Or some of the better MCR tracks.
Still not a patch on the "old Timers" though.
I'd go even further. Anything pre-1995 seems to have decent, if not amazing lyrics. Afterwards, no too much as you mentioned. The likes of Paul Simon are the masters of lyrics.
Anyone find it slightly odd that most of the lyrics mentioned relate to songs from the eighties/ early nineties?
Makes me wonder where the true wordsmiths have all gone....
Having said that, "Dear God" by Avenged Sevenfold...
...Or some of the better MCR tracks.
Still not a patch on the "old Timers" though.
Makes me wonder where the true wordsmiths have all gone....
Having said that, "Dear God" by Avenged Sevenfold...
...Or some of the better MCR tracks.
Still not a patch on the "old Timers" though.
Synchronicity II by The Police
Another suburban morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustrations
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime at the
Bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts on a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface of a dark Scottish lake
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the
Shore of a dark Scottish lake
Another suburban morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustrations
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime at the
Bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts on a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface of a dark Scottish lake
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the
Shore of a dark Scottish lake
ANY early Marillion song, (from when Fish was the lead man; following his leaving, Marillion became second rate..)
"Script for a Jester's Tear" was particularly good, as was "Assassing" (yes, that's correct spelling from the original release..) but perhaps my all time favourite has got to be "Grendel"..
Seventeen minutes, forty seconds of musical genius wrapped in some good ol' Norse legends.
Midnight sun bids Mars Farewell,
Retreats from charging dusk,
Mountains echo curfew's bell
To signal ending tasks
They place their faith in oaken doors,
Cower in candlelight,
The panic seeps through bloodstained floors,
As Grendel stalks the night...
...and so on..
Fish, I salute you!
edit:
To fully appreciate a Marillion song requires several listens, as some of the wording is so subtle, some of the underlying meaning so well hidden that you could easily be fooled into thinking nothing makes any sense.
Don't believe it?
Check out "Chelsea Monday", "Market Square Hero", "Garden Party", "Lady Nina"...
...And then bow down to the Almighty Fish!!
"Script for a Jester's Tear" was particularly good, as was "Assassing" (yes, that's correct spelling from the original release..) but perhaps my all time favourite has got to be "Grendel"..
Seventeen minutes, forty seconds of musical genius wrapped in some good ol' Norse legends.
Midnight sun bids Mars Farewell,
Retreats from charging dusk,
Mountains echo curfew's bell
To signal ending tasks
They place their faith in oaken doors,
Cower in candlelight,
The panic seeps through bloodstained floors,
As Grendel stalks the night...
...and so on..
Fish, I salute you!
edit:
To fully appreciate a Marillion song requires several listens, as some of the wording is so subtle, some of the underlying meaning so well hidden that you could easily be fooled into thinking nothing makes any sense.
Don't believe it?
Check out "Chelsea Monday", "Market Square Hero", "Garden Party", "Lady Nina"...
...And then bow down to the Almighty Fish!!
Spanish Train by Chris De Burgh have to be the best lyrics ever.
You'll probably think I'm joking, but I'm not.
There's a Spanish train that runs between
Guadalquivir and old Saville,
And at dead of night the whistle blows,
and people hear she's running still...
And then they hush their children back to sleep,
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep,
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand deep!!
Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side,
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died,
But above his bed just a-waiting for the dead,
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye,
"Well God's not around and look what I've found,
this one's mine!!"
Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light,
And shouted at the Devil, "Get thee hence to endless night!!"
But the Devil just grinned and said "I may have sinned,
But there's no need to push me around,
I got him first so you can do your worst,
He's going underground!!"
"But I think I'll give you one more chance"
said the Devil with a smile,
"So throw away that stupid lance,
It's really not your style",
"Joker is the name, Poker is the game,
we'll play right here on this bed,
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet,
the souls of the dead!!"
And I said "Look out, Lord, He's going to win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line,
Oh Lord, He's going to win!.."
Well the railwayman he cut the cards
And he dealt them each a hand of five,
And for the Lord he was praying hard
Or that train he'd have to drive...
Well the Devil he had three aces and a king,
And the Lord, he was running for a straight,
He had the queen and the knave and nine and ten of spades,
All he needed was the eight...
And then the Lord he called for one more card,
But he drew the diamond eight,
And the Devil said to the son of God,
"I believe you've got it straight,
So deal me one for the time has come
To see who'll be the king of this place,
But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak,
He slipped another ace...
Ten thousand souls was the opening bid,
And it soon went up to fifty-nine,
But the Lord didn't see what the Devil did,
And he said "that suits me fine",
"I'll raise you high to a hundred and five,
And forever put an end to your sins",
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, "My hand wins!!"
And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you let him win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line,
Oh Lord, don't let him win..."
Well that Spanish train still runs between,
Guadalquivir and old Saville,
And at dead of night the whistle blows,
And people fear she's running still...
And far away in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess,
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls,
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best...
And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is still on time, oh my soul is on the line,
Oh Lord, you've got to win..."
You'll probably think I'm joking, but I'm not.
There's a Spanish train that runs between
Guadalquivir and old Saville,
And at dead of night the whistle blows,
and people hear she's running still...
And then they hush their children back to sleep,
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep,
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand deep!!
Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side,
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died,
But above his bed just a-waiting for the dead,
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye,
"Well God's not around and look what I've found,
this one's mine!!"
Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light,
And shouted at the Devil, "Get thee hence to endless night!!"
But the Devil just grinned and said "I may have sinned,
But there's no need to push me around,
I got him first so you can do your worst,
He's going underground!!"
"But I think I'll give you one more chance"
said the Devil with a smile,
"So throw away that stupid lance,
It's really not your style",
"Joker is the name, Poker is the game,
we'll play right here on this bed,
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet,
the souls of the dead!!"
And I said "Look out, Lord, He's going to win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line,
Oh Lord, He's going to win!.."
Well the railwayman he cut the cards
And he dealt them each a hand of five,
And for the Lord he was praying hard
Or that train he'd have to drive...
Well the Devil he had three aces and a king,
And the Lord, he was running for a straight,
He had the queen and the knave and nine and ten of spades,
All he needed was the eight...
And then the Lord he called for one more card,
But he drew the diamond eight,
And the Devil said to the son of God,
"I believe you've got it straight,
So deal me one for the time has come
To see who'll be the king of this place,
But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak,
He slipped another ace...
Ten thousand souls was the opening bid,
And it soon went up to fifty-nine,
But the Lord didn't see what the Devil did,
And he said "that suits me fine",
"I'll raise you high to a hundred and five,
And forever put an end to your sins",
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, "My hand wins!!"
And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you let him win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line,
Oh Lord, don't let him win..."
Well that Spanish train still runs between,
Guadalquivir and old Saville,
And at dead of night the whistle blows,
And people fear she's running still...
And far away in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess,
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls,
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best...
And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is still on time, oh my soul is on the line,
Oh Lord, you've got to win..."
Speaking of Nickelback, I love Photograph's lyrics.
Bryan Adams - When You Love Someone ... because it's so true :¬)
Radical Face - Welcome Home ... means alot to me.
Snow Patrol - Run and Just Say Yes
Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody and If Today Was Your Last Day ...
to name but a few at the moment.
Radical Face - Welcome Home ... means alot to me.
Snow Patrol - Run and Just Say Yes
Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody and If Today Was Your Last Day ...
to name but a few at the moment.
Everyone has their favourite songs that mean something to them or just resonate with a simple truth through interesting lyrics.
Song writers like Bob Dylan relied on their lyrics to make important points and everyone from John Lennon to Jedward has something to say....well, maybe not Jedward.
I digress, do you have any favourite song lyrics and why?
I love The Police's Every Breath You Take. On the surface it seems like a simple love song, but look deeper and there are dark undertones of obsession.
The Flaming Lips Do You Realise? is also an example of double edged lyrics, playing with mortality and using it as an example of why everyone is special.
Song writers like Bob Dylan relied on their lyrics to make important points and everyone from John Lennon to Jedward has something to say....well, maybe not Jedward.
I digress, do you have any favourite song lyrics and why?
I love The Police's Every Breath You Take. On the surface it seems like a simple love song, but look deeper and there are dark undertones of obsession.
The Flaming Lips Do You Realise? is also an example of double edged lyrics, playing with mortality and using it as an example of why everyone is special.
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