Amazing Lyricists

  • michael.aleksander

    michael.aleksander (100)

    Great Britain (UK)
    Okay, the aim of this is to show lyrics that are so good that they could be considered brilliant poetry in written form.

    Post the artist you like and a section of a song (maximum of 10 lines!)


    I think Courtney Love is an incredible lyricist.

    (From Sunset Strip by Courtney Love)

    Sitting here on top of the world
    I got everything
    I need from this world
    Oh tonight, I got it right
    Just one time

    Cruising down the Sunset Strip
    And there is nothing that's not,
    That's not within my grip
    Oh tonight, I can fly
    I can fly
    June 22nd, 2008 at 09:09pm
  • Ville Valo

    Ville Valo (300)

    United Kingdom
    My absolute favourite lyricist is Ville Valo, his lyrics just own my heart and soul 110%

    Billie Joe Armstrong is an amazing lyricist. I love that man

    Amy Lee has some amazing lyrics too.
    June 22nd, 2008 at 10:20pm
  • The Fantasy

    The Fantasy (200)

    United States
    Gerard Way.

    And as always, innocent like roller coasters.
    Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against
    because I've seen what they look like.
    Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading.


    It was the roar of the crowd
    That gave me heartache to sing.
    It was a lie when they smiled
    And said, "you won't feel a thing"
    And as we ran from the cops
    We laughed so hard it would sting

    Amazing. In Love
    June 22nd, 2008 at 10:23pm
  • method acting.

    method acting. (155)

    Great Britain (UK)
    Conor Oberst, is in fact, a genius.

    And I sat watching a flower
    As it was withering
    I was embarrassed by
    It's honesty
    So I'd prefer to be remembered
    As a smiling face
    Not this fucking wreck
    That's taken it's place

    -No Lies, Just Love; Bright Eyes
    June 22nd, 2008 at 10:30pm
  • ExplosiveEmily

    ExplosiveEmily (100)

    United States
    William Beckett


    Gabe Saporta because his lyrics make me laugh :)
    June 22nd, 2008 at 10:47pm
  • let me go.

    let me go. (160)

    His lyrics are just so amazing.

    You are calm and reposed.
    Let your beauty unfold.
    Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
    Spring keeps you ever close.
    You are second hand smoke.
    You are so fragile and thin.
    Standing trial for your sins.
    Holding onto yourself the best you can.
    You are the smell before rain.
    You are the blood in my veins.
    June 22nd, 2008 at 10:52pm
  • pulmonary archery.

    pulmonary archery. (100)

    United Kingdom
    I think Bert McCracken has a wonderful way with words. I can't pick out a specific song or chorus, except the line "White it out like glittering wax butterflies," I personally think is beautiful.

    Ryan from Exit Ten writes amazing songs too, and they match wonderfully with his voice.

    "Don’t be a fool," I heard them say
    "Don’t be a fool and throw this away"

    My ability got the better of me
    Our freedoms only served to limit what we
    Could achieve If we were to see
    What it would be like Not to desire
    I wish I hadn’t lied to myself

    I’ve changed how I perceived the world
    No longer in the pursuit of their dreams
    Our futures ours to be made
    We are not slaves they are enraged
    We can still save ourselves

    Technically Alive, just not inside
    I’ll be shielding your eyes
    Please will you shield mines
    Not for the first time, I feel revived
    My heart free, my mind wide
    Now is the time that we decide

    It's long, but... Just wow. In Love
    June 22nd, 2008 at 10:52pm
  • Carden.

    Carden. (100)

    United States
    I agree with Conor Obert and Jesse Lacey.
    They may not be my favourite artists, but their lyrical ability is fucking incredible.

    So, is that what you call a getaway?
    Tell me what you got away with.
    Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
    I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
    Have another drink and drive yourself home.
    I hope there's ice on all the roads.
    And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
    and again when your head goes through the windshield.

    And is that what you call tact?
    You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
    So let's end this call, and end this conversation.
    and is that what you call a getaway?
    well tell me what you got away with.
    cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
    when you say best friends means friends forever

    June 22nd, 2008 at 10:57pm
  • PrettyLittleNitemare

    PrettyLittleNitemare (100)

    United States
    I definitly think Tuomas Holopainen is an amazing lyricist. He's Finnish, so english is his second language, yet he still can write beautiful poetry in english, which I think is amazing.

    From the Poet And The Pendulum:

    Forgive me
    I have but two faces
    One for the world , One for God , Save me

    ...I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for...

    Ocean Soul
    Should I dress in white and search the sea?
    As I always wished to be - one with the waves
    Ocean Soul

    Bless the Child
    Why am I loved only when I'm gone?
    ...Think of me long enough to make a memory

    Dead Boy's Poem
    Never sigh for better world
    It`s already composed, played and told

    "If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it
    Remember only the verse, songmaker`s cry, the one without tears
    For I`ve given this its strength and it has become my only strength.
    Comforting home, mother`s lap, chance for immortality
    Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew
    The sweet piano writing down my life"

    Lol I know that it was more then 10 lines but it was hard to even pick those few lines! If you like poetry go to and go to lyrics to read more by this amazing poet.
    June 22nd, 2008 at 11:34pm
  • likely lads

    likely lads (100)

    United States
    Pete Doherty In Love he's my favorite lyricist of all time. He romanticizes the horrors of life. -shrugs-

    I was a troubled teen
    Who put an advert in a magazine
    To the annoyance of my imaginary lover
    She doubted my philosophy
    And this is what she said to me

    She said oh, you, you're green
    You don't know what love means
    Oh let me tell you
    Tickles you pink, oh yeah
    But it likes to hear you scream
    Fire and damnation, lamentations
    For the likes of you

    I've always liked Pete Wentz's lyrics, they were my favorite part of FOB;

    Are we growing up or just going down?
    It's just a matter of time until we're all found out
    take our tears, put them on ice
    Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light
    There's a drug in the thermostat to warm the room up
    And there's another around to help us bend your trust
    I've got a sunset in my veins
    And I need to take a pill to make this town feel okay

    As mentioned above, Conor Oberst is an amazing lyricist. Fucker can write.

    We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
    We must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read
    And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly in a chair
    We must stare, we must stare, we must stare

    We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
    Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
    And in the ear of every anarchist who sleeps but doesn't dream
    We must sing, we must sing, we must sing
    June 22nd, 2008 at 11:34pm
  • Dehren McGhengland

    Dehren McGhengland (100)

    i think there are many amazing lyricists out there.
    and i know of many of them.
    but my absolute favourite is probably ville valo.
    his lyrics are deep and dark in a way, but also very beautiful.


    i hear you breathe so far from here and i feel your touch so close and real.
    and i know my church is not of silver and gold.
    its glory lies beyond judgement of souls.
    the commandments are of consolation and warmth...

    you know our sacred dream won't fail; the sanctury tender and so frail.
    the sacrament of love, yhe sacrament of warmth is true.
    the sacrament is you...

    -the sacrement by HIM (one of my favourite songs)
    June 22nd, 2008 at 11:34pm
  • Carden.

    Carden. (100)

    United States
    Oh, and OF COURSE, William Beckett.
    Why I didn't mention him before, I have no idea.

    Unlike the way you've become "city feature", you'd love to let them rip you apart until you feel clean, but when it's over he won't take back what is left.
    I can see how the speed, and the sting, and the wings of the plane home make you nervous.
    Oh, Mr. Shoddy Content, swept all your dignity under the covers, she'll be lying, keeping secrets, keeping quiet.
    Now you understand what it's like to dive.
    Take it back, taken back, she forgets you.
    Now she pleads "Forgive me again, it's the last time I will..."

    Never pass of your guilt lines, just wear them like a noose on your neck, I'll help you keep it tied tight.
    You're the worst actor that I've ever seen but if this script called for liars, you'd play the lead.

    Favourite lines from a TAI song ever. I don't care if they hardly even acknowledge that song/album's existance anymore, it will still always be one of my favourites.

    And of course, other various lines.

    Hold you head high, heavy heart.

    Take the pain out of love and love won't exist.

    The only thing worse for you than you is me.
    The only thing worse for you than you is me.
    The life that I've chosen to live will take your heart and swallow it
    The only thing worse for you than you is to make you wait for me.
    And that's why we will never meet.

    With all the people we need to love and hate,
    Everybody makes the same mistakes
    Divided by these walls,
    Together we are lost

    There's a fine line between what is justified or just obscene.

    I'm running.
    Our time is almost, our time is almost here.
    This isn't like us anyways.
    Our time is almost here.

    Yes, that man is my hero.
    June 22nd, 2008 at 11:46pm
  • villain.

    villain. (160)

    United States
    Bert McCracken In Love

    So he voyages in circles
    Succeeds getting nowhere
    And submits to the substance
    That first got him there

    Then in violent, frustration, he cries out to God or just no one
    Is there a point to this madness and all that he was....
    Is just a tragedy

    Edit; How could I forget Adam Lazzara? Um, I'm not all too sure if he writes the lyrics, but like, I'll just assume that he does :XD

    It's too bad it's not my style
    If you need me
    I'm out and on the parkway,
    patient and waiting for headlights,
    dressed in a fashion that's fitting to the
    inconsistencies of my moods
    June 23rd, 2008 at 12:14am
  • method acting.

    method acting. (155)

    Great Britain (UK)
    Oh my God, I did not include Ryan Hunter in my last post.
    Holy hell, he is just amazing. And I'm going to post lots of examples of his amazing work.

    Cause we might as well be blind
    If seeing is believing
    This parable's misleading
    You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
    That you'll fire in vain
    But those twelve rounds just won't do
    There's barely time for pity
    And all the girls are all just too pretty
    I'll start to worry when I'm dead

    -If God Smoked Cheap Cigars.

    Cause I fall three times as hard
    If it's from nothing at all
    You all seem twice as tall as I will ever be
    Cause I feel terribly small
    When my head works too hard
    When you think with your chest
    There's not a thing that you don't see

    I'm hardly capable of half the damage
    That I would like to do
    I could swear that I don't care
    But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through
    So look at me
    I pray to God
    But curse too much to be considered true
    I'm just like me
    I'm just like me
    So who the hell are you?

    - Starving Your Friends.

    Wake all the children from their slumber
    Before they wonder
    Why the dreams have gone to hell

    Wake all the children from their sleep
    Down the staircase we shall creep
    To the basement of this white picket home

    Let's show them where the bad ones go
    For all they know
    For all they know
    Their heroes are still untouchable

    - (x) Amount of Truth

    I could go on and on, because he was such a beautiful way of handling words.
    June 23rd, 2008 at 12:17am
  • Two Dollar Bill

    Two Dollar Bill (105)

    United States
    Billie Joe Armstrong

    Why does my life have to be so small?
    Yet death is forever,
    And does forever have a life to call it's own?
    Don't give me an answer
    'cause you only know
    as much as I know.
    Unless you've been there once.
    Well I hardly think so.

    -One Of My Lies

    Really, I love most anything that man writes, but that's my all time favorite lyric of his.
    June 23rd, 2008 at 03:53am
  • Cyanide Nightmare.

    Cyanide Nightmare. (100)

    United States
    Ryan Ross is an amazing lyricist. His lyrics are great, he writes from past events in his life and I think thats fantastic that he shares that with Panic fans. :)

    Watch your mouth
    Oh, oh, oh
    Because your speech is slurred enough
    That you just might swallow your tongue
    I'm sure you'd want, want to give up the ghost
    With just a little more poise than that

    Or was it God who chokes
    In these situations, running late?
    No, no, he called in
    Or was it God who chokes
    In these situations, running late?
    No, no, he called in

    The hospice is
    A relaxing weekend getaway
    Where you're a cut above all the rest
    Sick and sad patients
    On first name basis with all the top physicians

    -Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for a Snack
    June 23rd, 2008 at 04:10am
  • obscene.

    obscene. (510)

    Russian Federation
    Connor Oberst is an amazing lyrcist. I adore the Bright Eyes
    Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh
    The phone slips from a loose grip
    Words were missed then, some apology
    I didn’t want to tell you this
    No, it’s just some guy she's been hanging out with
    I don’t know, the past couple weeks I guess
    Well, thank you and hang up the phone
    Let the funeral start
    Hear the casket close
    Let’s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat
    Well, laughter pours from under doors
    In this house, I don’t understand that sound no more
    Seems artificial, like a T.V. set

    Well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
    This weight it must be satisfied
    You offer only one reply
    You know not what you do
    But you tear and tear your hair from roots
    Of that same head you have twice removed now
    A lock of hair you said would prove
    Our love would never die
    Well ha ha ha

    I remember everything
    The words we spoke on freezing South Street
    And all those mornings watching you get ready for school
    You combed your hair inside that mirror
    The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
    Something about those bright colors
    would always make you feel better
    But now we speak with ruined tongues
    And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone
    It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
    But there was once you

    You said you hate my suffering
    And you understood
    And you’d take care of me
    You'd always be there
    Well where are you now?

    Haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
    The plans were never finalized
    But left to hang like yarn and twine
    Dangling before my eyes
    As you tear and tear your hair from roots
    Of that same head you have twice removed now
    A lock of hair you said would prove
    Our love would never die

    And I sing and sing of awful things
    The pleasure that my sadness brings
    As my fingers press onto the strings
    In yet another clumsy chord
    Haligh, haligh, an awful lie
    This weight would now be satisfied
    I'm gonna give you only one reply
    I know not who I am

    But I talk in the mirror
    To the stranger that appears
    Our conversations are circles
    Always one sided
    Nothing is clear

    Except we keep coming back
    To this meaning that I lack
    He says the choices were given
    Now you must live them
    Or just not live
    But do you want that?
    June 23rd, 2008 at 04:29am
  • fool's paradise

    fool's paradise (1000)

    United States
    Crap, sorry, I didn't see the ten line limit.

    Patti Smith
    Horses/Land of a Thousand Dances/La Mer (de):
    The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
    From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
    Another boy was sliding up the hallway
    He merged perfectly with the hallway,
    He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

    The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
    but the movie kept moving as planned
    The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
    He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
    The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
    started crashing his head against the locker,
    started crashing his head against the locker,
    started laughing hysterically

    When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
    horses, horses, horses, horses
    coming in in all directions
    white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
    He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
    Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
    Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
    Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
    And you twist the twister like your baby sister
    I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
    Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
    Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
    Got to lose control and then you take control,
    Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
    Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
    Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
    Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
    Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
    Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”
    Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
    Taped to his chest there's the answer,
    You got pen knives and jack knives and
    Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
    Then he cries, then he screams, saying
    Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
    And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
    Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
    And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi

    There's a little place, a place called space
    It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
    Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
    You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
    And the name of the band is the
    Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
    Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes

    Baby calm down, better calm down,
    In the night, in the eye of the forest
    There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
    I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
    I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
    up there -- there is a sea
    up there -- there is a sea
    up there -- there is a sea
    the sea's the possibility
    There is no land but the land

    (up there is just a sea of possibilities)
    There is no sea but the sea

    (up there is a wall of possibilities)
    There is no keeper but the key

    (up there there are several walls of possibilities)
    Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.

    (up there)
    I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
    I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor

    (in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee

    (on the screen)
    And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame

    (in the heart of man)
    The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
    Gradually lapping into sea horses
    He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat

    (the spoon)
    And let it deep in

    (the veins)
    Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
    It started hardening
    Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
    It started hardening in my hand
    And I felt the arrows of desire

    I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
    But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area

    (go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
    And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
    Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
    Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
    Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
    Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
    And my fingers all entwined through the air,
    I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,

    (I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
    The hairs were like wires going through my body
    I I that's how I
    that's how I
    I died

    (at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)

    (they knew what they were after)
    [Everything on the current] moved up
    I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
    Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
    Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
    There's no land but the land

    looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
    that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
    like arteries, like fingers

    (how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
    He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
    He opened his throat (your eyes)
    His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
    The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
    No one heard that cry,
    No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,

    (His fingers)
    Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
    And so he seized the first

    (his vocal chords shot up)


    (like mad pituitary glands)
    It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate

    (there is nothing happening at all)
    and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
    saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
    Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter

    In the sheets
    there was a man
    dancing around
    to the simple
    Rock & roll

    Freddie Mercury
    Show Must Go On:
    Empty spaces - what are we living for
    Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
    On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
    Another hero, another mindless crime
    Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
    Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
    The show must go on,
    The show must go on
    Inside my heart is breaking
    My make-up may be flaking
    But my smile still stays on.
    Whatever happens, Ill leave it all to chance
    Another heartache, another failed romance
    On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
    I guess Im learning, I must be warmer now
    Ill soon be turning, round the corner now
    Outside the dawn is breaking
    But inside in the dark Im aching to be free
    The show must go on
    The show must go on
    Inside my heart is breaking
    My make-up may be flaking
    But my smile still stays on
    My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
    Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
    I can fly - my friends
    The show must go on
    The show must go on
    Ill face it with a grin
    Im never giving in
    On - with the show -
    Ill top the bill, Ill overkill
    I have to find the will to carry on
    On with the -
    On with the show -
    The show must go on...

    In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey,
    butane in my veins so I'm out to get the junkie
    with the plastic eyeballs, spraypaint the vegetables,
    dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose,
    kill the headlights and put it in neutral,
    stockcar flaming with a loser in the cruise control,
    baby's in Reno with the vitamin D,
    got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat,
    someone came sayin' I'm a saint (I'm insane)
    to complain about
    a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt,
    don't believe everything that you breathe,
    you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve,
    so shave your face with some mace in the dark,
    saving all your food stamps for burning down the trailer park,
    yo, cut it
    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me,
    double barrel buckshot,
    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me,
    forces of evil on a bozo nightmare,
    ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
    cause one's got a weasel and others got a flag,
    one's on the pole, shove the other in the bag,
    with the rerun shows and cocaine nose job,
    the daytime crap of the folk singers slop,
    he hung himself with a guitar string,
    a slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing,
    I can't write if ya' can't relate,
    trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate,
    and my time is a piece of wax, fallen on a termite,
    who's chokin' on the splinters
    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
    get crazy with the cheez-wiz,
    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
    drive, by, body pierce
    yo bring it on down
    (em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ybab resol a m'I, rodedrep nu yoS)
    I'm a driver, I'm a winner
    things are gonna' change I can feel it
    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
    I can't believe it
    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
    Sprechen sie deutsch, baby
    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
    You know what I'm sayin'
    June 23rd, 2008 at 04:36am
  • nope.

    nope. (450)

    Gerard Way; Skylines And Turnstiles
    This broken city sky like butane on my skin
    stolen from my eyes
    Hello Angel, tell me where are you
    Tell me where we go from here

    And in this moment we can't close the lids on burning eyes
    Our memories blanket us with friends we know like fallout vapors
    Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun, scorched and black
    It reaches in and tears your flesh apart
    As ice cold hands rip into your heart

    That's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chest
    And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence
    And if the world needs something better, let's give them one more reason now

    Pete Wentz; Chicago Is So Two Years Ago
    my heart is on my sleeve
    wear it like a bruise or black eye
    my badge, my witness
    that means that i believed
    every single lie you said

    cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you
    and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you

    but there's a light on in Chicago
    and i know i should be home
    all the colors of the street signs.

    Bert McCracken; Let It Bleed
    The fire department couldn't drown the city
    They didn't even try to wash it clean
    And what did you think that I was sober?
    Put me out cause I'm on fucking fire
    A positive scab that's never healing
    Regret that I kept this clean
    The most that I can do for you is keep on lying
    It's not a lie if you can let it sing

    Ryan Ross; Northern Downpour
    Through playful lips made of yarn
    That fragile Capricorn
    Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves
    I know the world's a broken bone
    But melt your headaches, call it home

    Hey moon, please forget to fall down
    Hey moon, don't you go down

    Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
    Weathervanes my one and lonely

    I have more, but those are my favorite...
    June 23rd, 2008 at 04:45am
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    Bert McCracken, I've really never heard anything more heartfelt then his words. They're beautiful but very raw and honest at the same time. His lyrics have always giving me a sense of hope and comfort.
    My favorite from Taste of Ink, it's like so simple but just something about gets to me. In Love

    And won't you think I'm pretty
    When I'm standing top the bright lit city
    And I'll take your hand and pick you up
    And keep you there so you can see
    As long as you're alive and care
    I promise I will take you there
    We'll drink and dance the night away

    Shawn Harris, if Salty Eyes isn't enough to prove that he is then I don't know what does. In Love

    Please don't give up, dear walls
    don't let the ceiling fall
    when you belong to a song, salty eyes,
    You belong.

    Shrill notes begin, the grim violin
    then from the silence a violence of sirens orchestrate the score
    to which one more corpse is left quiet
    How we become the hollows of drums
    the rests between notes, the hollers that never reach throats
    "friends" in quotes, they're not calling

    Please don't give up, dear you
    I'm but the sliver moon sliding through
    when you belong to a song, salty eyes,
    You belong.

    Do please believe, however naive
    let it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs
    and belong, salty eyes

    Eric Victorinio(The Limousines and used to be in Strata), oh how do I love this man. In Love
    He's an amazing writer in general(seriously his book is amazing :cheese:) but his lyrics are gorgeous.

    is it acceptance or forgiveness
    i’m asking more of you thee days
    i find myself digging deeper and deeper graves,
    it’s easy to lose my way with this fucked up foggy head full of chemicals
    when all i ever wanted was to be adored and lifted up.
    i’m sick and getting sicker,
    oh my doctors, they don’t understand
    the records of my afflictions in their hands -
    they say take this drug so you can make fake love and you’ll be lifted up -
    take this drug so you can make fake love and you’ll be lifted up -
    let’s take this drug so we can make fake love and we’ll be lifted up
    all i ever wanted was to be adored and lifted up.

    Max Bemis(Say Anything), he's a fucking physco but I love him. :tehe:
    His lyrics are really just crazy but I can't help but be so attracted to them.
    I love his sarcasm most of all.

    Nothing makes sense, so I won't think about it. I'll go with the ignorance.
    Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that's me.
    I am full of indifference.

    What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die)
    and what do those hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
    Yeah the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
    Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
    Futile, the futile, the futile so (the futile, the futile)

    Taste. I have no taste.
    I don't like these tiny portions with your artful abortions of sound,
    sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic.
    So go choke on your irony.

    And last but not least Morrissey because that guy is like the king of lyricists seriously. :cheese:

    Stop me if you think you've heard this one before
    I still love you
    oh I still love you
    only slightly less then I used to.

    I'll probably be back with more. :tehe:
    June 23rd, 2008 at 05:00am