>the ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
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A blanket acne'ed with cigarette burns
All because of you
I haven't slept in so long
When I do, I dream
Of drowning in the ocean
Longing for the shore
Where I can lay my head down
Inside these arms of yours
All because of you
I believe in angels
Not the kind with wings
No, not the kind with halos
The kind that bring you home
When home becomes a strange place
>he just smoked my eyelids and punched my cigarette
based
boring and corny
In the darkest hole, you'd be well advised
Not to plan my funeral 'fore the body dies, yeah
Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
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The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming, she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor, who pulls down the shade
And says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
Now, the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"
>Molecules expand, molecules exist
I'm a molecule, but I stand in the mist
Molecules expand, molecules exist
I'm a molecule, but I stand in the mist
Bi-bitch, don't cut your wrists, I'ma kill to live
The molecule that's me won't go without a fist
I'm a molecule, but I stand in the mist
Bitch, don't cut your wrists, I'ma kill to live
dear god thats garbage
Better than bob dylan
bob dylan is the most overrated musician of all time, hands down
which of his works have you listened to?
>XBOX IS A GOD TO ME
>the sun’s not yellow, it’s chicken
i like bob dylan. dones't change the fact that he's the most overrated musician of all time
And I have no fire
But a desire
To not hear you say,
"I have a boyfriend!"
Tell me why
I'm stuck as a virgin with rage! (Tell me why)
I so need a cute girl my age! (Tell me why)
I never wanna hear you say,
"I have a boyfriend!"
unironically based as fuck. they are both words for cowardice. makes a lot of sense when you look at the context and time the song was released.
overrated musician maybe, but an untouchable lyric writer, nobody even comes close
>fire
>desire
best Dylan verse coming through:
>Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
>For her I feel so afraid
>On her twenty-second birthday
>She already is an old maid
>Now, to her, death is quite romantic
>She wears an iron vest
>Her profession is her religion
>Her sin is her lifelessness
>And though her eyes are fixed upon
>Noah's great rainbow
>She spends her time peaking into
>Desolation Row
i unironically think that is the worst song on Highway 61. amazing lyrics as always though. love that song.
his lyrics are so incredibly pompous
Dylan is often left out of those "top rock musicians" or "best (x) rock" lists because he didn't play the game. He's overrated by Dylan fans and thats about it.
they say i shot a man named gray
and took his wife to italy
she inherited a million bucks
and when she died it came to me
i cant help it if i'm lucky
complain complain is all you've done
ever since we lost
if it's not the crucifiction
then it's the holocaust
may christ have mercy on your soul
for making such a joke
amidst these hearts that burn like coal
and the flesh that rose like smoke
absolutely chad dylan
From a Buick 6 would have to be the worst for me. It's not even bad I just often forget it even exists
>I'm ethereal, my children are legion, serial
>They stick to my skin like beloved cysts
>I tear away with my nails and teeth and fists
>Touch the hands of inverted saints
>Follow my heart through the threaded pain
>Callow man is a sentinel screaming
>I see the future; the future is bleeding
that's not even sort of true
>I'm a molecule, but I stand in the mist
>Molecules expand, molecules exist
its not worth arguing for this shit man
nah you just can't comprehend how based he was because you're a tranny and his lyrics are for chads only
it's no better than a dylan song. please explain to me how it's worse
nigga rhymed "the boys in" with "poison"
literally nobody can compete with this guy
not even the best on iowa
i don't think you'd even be able to explain why his lyrics are good
>He woke up, the room was bare
>He didn't see her anywhere
>He told himself he didn't care
>And pushed the window open wide
>Felt an emptiness inside
>To which he just could not relate
>Brought on by a simple twist of fate
because 54 years later nobody has touched the imagery and mystique of visions of johanna
im good. Honestly, check out r/hiphopheads, i dont mean that in a bad way at all, you would fit more in there, and talk to people with similar opinions. Here you will only find grumpy boomers such as myself and whiny liberals. It would be better for everyone if you went somewhere else.
not an argument
Now in the summer
I could be happy or in distress
Depending on the company
On the veranda
Talk of the future or reminisce
Behind the dialouge
We're in a mess
Whatever I intended
I sent you flowers
You wanted chocolates instead
The flowers of romance
The flowers of romance
I've got binoculars
On top of boxhill
I could be Nero
Fly the eagle
Start all over again
I can't depend on these so-called friends
It's a pity you need to bend
I'll take the furniture
Start all over again.
Was just listening to this kek. He was surprisingly expressive and emotionally honest for an autist.
is
you sound like ladytronspammer. this is my board. you should leave.
FPBP, very based
>The text, devoid of rhetoric, unfolds into longing, desperate, tender, melancholic love stories that raise to metaphysical idealizations of the woman loved.
The colorful, emphatic, engaging sonic jubilations of I Want You, Absolutely Sweet Marie, Just Like A Woman, One Of Us Must Know, are masterpieces of a more "courteous" genre, cadenced melodies bristling with troubled emotions.
avoiding the question
nice subjectivity bro. always a good metric for quality.
his whole discography
>I've seen love go by my door
>it's never been this close before
>Never been so easy, or so slow
>I've been shooting in the dark too long
>When something's not right, it must be wrong
>You're gonna make me lonesome when you go
i like bob dylan a lot but that song is really overrated desu. it was not one of the stand-outs to me on blonde on blonde
I feel for you, you little horror
Safe at your mother's breast
No lucky break for you around the corner
'Cause your father is a bully
And he thinks that you're a pest
And your sister she's no better than a whore
Life seems so rosy in the cradle
But I'll be a friend I'll tell you what's in store
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow
There's nothing to grow up for anymore
>In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
>And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
>We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
>Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
come on now.
Rap this is your head in the style of lil uzi and tell me that it's still good
not even slightly relevant
ok
this one by townes van zandt is pretty inspirational
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I thought I heard the door open but
I only heard it close.
I thought I heard a plane crashing, but
Now I think it was your passion snapping.
I think you saw me confronting my fear, it
Went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here
There are ghosts in the walls and they
Crawl in your head through your ear.
>If you're so funny
>Then why are you on your own tonight?
>And if you're so clever
>Then why are you on your own tonight?
>If you're so very entertaining
>Then why are you on your own tonight?
>If you're so very good-looking
>Why do you sleep alone tonight?
morrisey btfo'd me with these
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I'll say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
Oh please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
I'll let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you I feel happy
Inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide
I get up just about noon
My head sends a message for me to reach for my shoes, and then walk
Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta have a job