i guess this one fits pretty well:

Anthony & The Johnsons - Cripple and the Starfish

Mr. Muscle forcing bursting
Stingy thingy into little me, me, me
But just "ripple" said the cripple
As my jaw dropped to the ground
Smile smile

It's true I always wanted love to be
Hurtful
And it's true I always wanted love to be
Filled with pain
And bruises

Yes, so Cripple-Pig was happy
Screamed " I just compeletely love you!
And there's no rhyme or reason
I'm changing like the seasons
Watch! I'll even cut off my finger
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!"

Mr. Muscle, gazing boredly
And he checking time did punch me
And I sighed and bleeded like a windfall
Happy bleedy, happy bruisy

I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very very happy
So please hurt me

I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very very happy
So come on hurt me

I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish

I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
Like a Starfish...

SureThing said:

retina said:

perhaps a little weird, but certainly not disgusting

retina said:

I'm really not being mean, okay?

I just gotta know this.

What kind of person, does not care about lyrics?

I don't get people like this, and they actually upset me.

Okay, my husband is like this, and I don't get it?

Can you explain?

retina said:

I don't agree

what about music/songs does catch your ear / mind ?

SureThing said:

What kind of person cares about lyrics ?

I'm not gonna say names. But this reminds me of an orger.

What kind of person says that to someone they fucked 3 days earlier?

And the sky was made of amethyst
and all the stars look just like little fish
you should learn when to go
you should learn how to say no

might last a day yeah
mine is forever
might last a day, yeah
well mine is forever

when they get what they want they never want it again
when they get what they want they never want it again

go on, take everything, take everything i want you to
go on, take everything take everything take everything i want you to

And the sky was all violet I want it again, but more violet, more violet
hey, i'm the one with no soul
one above and one below

go on, take everything take everything i want you to
go on, take everything take everything i want you to

i told you from the start just how this would end
when i get what i want i never want it again

go on, take everything take everyting i want you to
go on, take everything, take everything i want you to
go on, take everything, take everything i want you to
go on, take everything, take everything i want you to
go on take everything take everything take everything take everything

SureThing said:

Imago said:

You're going to need to break that down for me and tell me why.

She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child
But she's always a woman to me

She can lead you to live
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she'll never believe you
And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free
She steals like a thief
But she's always a woman to me

Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

She will promise you more
Than the Garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you're bleedin'
But she'll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she's always a woman to me

She is frequently kind
And she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She's nobody's fool
But she can't be convicted
She's earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she's always a woman to me

Here's me a few years ago:

People say we got it made
Don't they know we're so afraid
Isolation
We're afraid to be alone
Everybody got to have a home
Isolation
Just a boy and a little girl
Trying to change the whole wide world
Isolation
The world is just a little town
Everybody trying to put us down
Isolation
I don't expect you to understand
After you caused so much pain
But then again you're not to blame
You're just a human, a victim of the insane
We're afraid of everyone
Afraid of the sun
Isolation
The sun will never disappear
But the world may not have many years
Isolation



Here's me now (except the left-handed part):

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Wierd and Gilly,
The Spiders from Mars.
He played it left hand, but made it too far,
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's Band.

Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'me to hang
Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.

So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our
balls
Just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were Voodoo
The kids was just crass, he was the naz
With God given ass
He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar.

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band

She don't like violence,
But she can throw them things
So don't let your guard down

I don't think this one requires much explanation.

brownsugar said:

Really?

IstenSzek said:

Rhonda wants us get busy while she looks on. I'm sure "a little weird" would just add extra spice.

SureThing said:

Well of course some lyrics are better than others, but they're quite often a bit tacky or clichéd and, like I said above, often come across as "quasi poetry". It's too much to ask of a musician to be good at both composing and writing.

Mach said:

Thanks.



Usually the music itself, but of course I listen to the lyrics too. It can sometimes bug me when you get a near-masterpiece song (musically speaking) and then it comes with lame lyrics. That takes away from its perfection.

Prince is an interesting case since he rarely writes poignant lyrics (most of it is just fluff to be honest) but since he's such a musical genius, he knows which words and sequences of words that sound good. It's like the lyrics become yet another musical instrument, and I find that fascinating.

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retina said:

Most pop lyrics can't stand on their own. Some can, but generally it takes the music to really give them weight.

I think there are some lines in songs that are real poetry, though.

retina said:

brownsugar said:

It's quite a cynical song, but I've definitely heard myself in those lyrics at times. Much less so the older I get though.

FunkMistress said:

How sophisticated.

retina said:

I guess I have to agree with you on that, even though many of Prince's songs do have emotional value to me he does seem to know what sounds good and how to create a phrase that fits in with the music and gives it a sort of meaning without it coming across as horribly chessey or particularly deep. He facinates me as well.

retina said:

That's something David Byrne did on Speaking In Tongues. He wrote lyrics entirely based on how they sounded, with no regard to meaning.

Oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

Obviously really. Im currently the other side of the world in New Zealand. I myself am from the UK. I will be in South America in 2 days!
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I always choose this one:

My back to the wall, a victim of laughing chance
This is for me, the essence of true romance.

Let's just say it's biographical. if you want a deeper explanation, feel free to orgnote me.

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retina said:

OMG, are you me?
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JasmineFire said:

NDRU said:

Interesting. Is that a song or a whole album?

ZombieKitten said:

I hope not! I don't want three sons.

Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.

They arrived at an inconvenient time.
I was hiding in a room in my mind.
They made me look at myself. I saw it well.
I'd shut the people out of my life.

So now I take the opportunities:
Wonderful teachers ready to teach me.
I must work on my mind. For now I realise:
Everyone of us has a heaven inside.

Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Them heavy people help me.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.

They open doorways that I thought were shut for good.
They read me Gurdjieff and Jesu.
They build up my body, break me emotionally.
It's nearly killing me, but what a lovely feeling!

I love the whirling of the dervishes.
I love the beauty of rare innocence.
You don't need no crystal ball,
Don't fall for a magic wand.
We humans got it all, we perform the miracles.

Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Them heavy people help me.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball...