what are the best lyrics to a song you have ever heard? my

agreed

Let me tell you the tales of your life of your love and the cut of the knife the tireless oppression the wisdom instilled the desire to kill or be killed. Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by. The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool toasts his god in the sky. So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed with the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise and from the pan under your bed. Let me make you a present of song as the wise man breaks wind and is gone while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along.

Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shortgun
That you're holdin' in your hand.

There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar.

There's seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
There's seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born.

>>68250813
whoa holy shit i never noticed he was actually leaning on someone

Anything by Ian Anderson

>On Preston platform,
>do your soft shoe shuffle dance.
>Brush away the cigarette ash that's
>falling down your pants.
>And you sadly wonder,
>does the nurse treat your old man
>the way she should?
>She made you tea,
>asked for your autograph -
>what a laugh.

But I can't sleep until this is done
They're in my head
They're in my soul

>Eyes full blood, life full of love
>Try and give up, die for the love
>Music, listens on me, clueless
>Ask me for more, I have to endure
>Mad you enjoy all my sadness and boredom
>But I will create, again and again
>Until I'm with my divine girlfriend
>All I earn is not of gold
>All I have is a soul
>Sick of being treated wrong
>I'll be with Kat, I'll be with Kat
>Everyone gets to love
>Dying as you say I'm wrong
>Crying as you smile along
>I'll be with kat, no coming back
>Did you laugh when I fell
>Did you smile when you saw me in hell
>Am I mad because you can't tell
>If I passed, only time can tell
>In due time you'll know, I'll know
>But you'll know, like I will know
>Everything I had is gone
>All my friends say I'm wrong
>Don't know if I'll be living long
>So I'll be with Kat, I'll be with Kat

Adam raised a cain

The whole song is a lyrical master piece. That father and son emotion and rage without being edgy...damn

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Seriously anything from La Dispute!
Every song is poetry! I especially like this verse:

Keep your head up. we're fine. Just keep your head up. I swear we'll be alright.
Keep your head up. Oh, my friends, keep your head up. and I swear we'll never die.
I swear we'll get home safe and sound, we'll live on underground
I will give your heart a place to rest when everything you had has turned and left.
I'll weave your names into my ribcage; lock your hearts inside my chest.
Regain the passion I once carried; do away with all the rest.
I tore the sickness from your bodies; smashed its head against the bricks.
I made a castle from its bones that you may always dwell in it.
So sing for every buried moment that you'd thought would never end.
And sing your fears about the future; and a dirge for faded friends.
For all the love that you had held to, why it somehow failed to keep.
And sing each minute you've been frightened; every hour that you've lost sleep
And sing for all your friends and family; sing for those who didn't survive.
But sing not for their final outcome; sing a song of how they tried.
We live amidst a violent storm; leaves us unsatisfied at best,
So fill your heart with what's important, and be done with all the rest.
We are what's left of what we once were
We are falling far behind.
There's so much stacking up against us and we're running out of time.

I feel like will sheff runs circles around these clowns

>I know it's easy to have me
>but I have seen some things that I cannot even tell to my family pictures
>and I'm full of fictions and fucking addictions
>and I miss my mother

>Every night when the sun went down in the town where we live
>The empty streets were lit up by reflective light
>From a distant sun, bouncing off a glowing ball of rock
>We just lied on the roof and watched the blue light of the moon
>We didn't talk and silently we both felt powerful
>Like the moon my chest was full
>Because we both knew we're just floating in a space over molten rock
>And we felt safe and discovered that our skin is soft
>There's nothing left except certain death
>And that was comforting at night out under the moon

Probably these, Blixa Bargeld is a poet:
Ich warte auf die eine
die ihren Namen wohl verdient
immer da war immer recht hat
auf die eine die die Sonne ausgräbt
das Gesetz der Gräber aufhebt
Ich warte auf die die taktlos erntet
honigtriefend
barfuss tanzend ohne Hemmschuh
die Ton für Ton der Starre entkommt
die jedem auf Anhieb bekannt vorkommt
Ich warte bis sie Türen Tore Schleusen öffnet
bis sie wolkenbrechend - Weckruf Fanfare -
überraschend aus dem Hinterhalt sich stürzt
Ich hoffe sie zettelt eine Hymne an
Ich warte bis es nichts mehr zu warten gibt
das Leben ist kein Irrtum, kein Irrtum und Musik
Ich warte
Ich warte immernoch

>>68250813
we can all agree that terry is a man right?