That was pretty uncalled for. I didn't go out of my way to demean your preferences. I'm not sure what you did that put you in such a venerated position justifying you making such judgments.Quote:
Originally Posted by stlukesguild
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That was pretty uncalled for. I didn't go out of my way to demean your preferences. I'm not sure what you did that put you in such a venerated position justifying you making such judgments.Quote:
Originally Posted by stlukesguild
There are countless songs we consider poetic or, at least, poetic sounding. However, most of these songs, when stripped of their instrumentals, may not hold up so well as serious poetry.Quote:
Originally Posted by stlukesguild
That was the premise of the post. i think posters are enjoying the thread anyway.
The disadvantage that song lyrics have is that they are crafted to the music which then rounds off the form. It may contain interesting lines, but it is not solely reliant upon the words. There isn't the adherence to poetic form that you get with poetry, and the emphasis and power id focused often upon the music. Despite that there are still good lines within the lyrics.
Hmm Paulclem, I think that makes songs - GOOD SONGS - superior to poetry, as it is double poetry: a poetry of words and music (music might add a great touch to the words, even a change in the meaning)! ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Mechanix by Megadeth
You need your metaphor detectors [ON]
Imagine you were at my station
And you brought your motor to me
Your a burner yeah a real motor car
Said you wanna get your order filled
Made me shiver when I put it in
Pumping just won't do ya know luckily for you
Whoever thought you'd be better
At turning a screw than me
I do it for my life
Made my drive shaft crank
Made my pistons bulge
Made my ball bearing melt from the heat
oh yeah yeah
We were shifting hard when we took off
Put tonight all four on the floor
When we hit top end you know it feels to slow
Said you wanna get your order filled
Made me shiver when I put it in
Pumping just won't do ya know luckily for you
I'm giving you my room service
And ya know it's more than enough
Oh one more time ya know I'm in love
Megadeth - Black Friday
Hey, I don't feel so good.
Something's not right,
Something's coming over me
What the **** is this?
Killer, intruder, homicidal man.
If you see me coming, run as fast as you can.
A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street.
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend,
Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds.
My hammer's a cold piece of blood-lethal steel.
I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal.
Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads,
Deviant defilers, you're next to be dead.
I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent.
Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head. Yeah!
Their bodies convulse, in agony, and, pain.
I mangle their faces, till no features remain.
A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds.
First take out the organs, then cut off the head.
The remains of flesh now sop under my feet.
One more bloody massacre, the murders' complete.
I seek to dismember, a sadist fiend.
And, blood baths are my way of getting clean.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground.
I'm out to destroy you and ,I will, cut you down.
I see you, and, I'm waiting ,for Black Friday.
Killer, intruder, homicidal man.
If you see me coming, run as fast as you can.
A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street.
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground.
I'm out to destroy you and ,I will, cut you down.
It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.
Yes. It probably explains the vast expansion of music in relation to poetry. It also does credit to memorable poetry which doesn't have the musical backup, just the internal music. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by JackieGinger
It probably explains the vast expansion of music in relation to poetry.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
I said good music so the expansion is not that vast!
the internal music
Ha! Got me with that one!
One thing I could repeat though, is that music can stand alone for poetry, so once again, the amount of poetry is increased...
My eclecticism is as big as an ipod, (though not my wallet). I think there's loads of great music, and I guess you're right about the poetry of music.Quote:
Originally Posted by JackieGinger
Not sure that I've ever heard song lyrics that could stand alone as poetry, but there is a certain buoyancy in The Smiths at their best:
Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?
When in this charming car
This charming man
Why pamper life's complexity
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat ?
I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "it's gruesome
That someone so handsome should care"
Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the ring"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
I Know It's Over is probably the pinnacle...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la ...
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
"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 ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...
Depressing words, depressing song - superb for a moody night.:D
Yea I guess sad songs are alright. Only great if you want to cry. Then again, a lot of poems are like that. Maybe I'm just squeamish.
Have you read the Megadeath lyrics?Quote:
Originally Posted by Heathcliff
I have now. I got a quater of the way through 'Almost Honest'.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
What is it with people and sad things?
Lots of sad people? Or is it an indulgence to dip into every now and then?Quote:
Originally Posted by Heathcliff
Would truly sad people want to listen to a sad/ mad song?
I don't know. I'm generally very happy. Although just very girly.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Neither do I. I too am very happy, but not at all girly. :banana:Quote:
Originally Posted by Heathcliff
If you say so. Then you think, what if they turned the words to 'The Highway Man' by Alfred Noyes into a song?Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
I think most lyrics can stand as poems, especially if you haven't heard the song...
this is just for educational fun... (and cause I love the Monty Python)
When ever life gets you down Mrs. Brown
and things seem hard or tough.
and people are stupid obnoxious or daft
and you feel that you've had quite enough
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
It was done with Eliot's Old Possums Book of cats, which turned out great, so why not.Quote:
Originally Posted by Heathcliff
I wonder what music would be good.
Did someone post Almost Honest lyrics in this thread? What page :eek2:Quote:
Originally Posted by Heathcliff
Also Paulclem are you a fan of these Megadeth lyrics ? lol
I don't think so, I'm not sure. I searched it up.Quote:
Originally Posted by TheDave
Most of Bob Dylan's lyrics can be considered poetry
No not now. I might have been when I was younger.:lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by TheDave
Those lyrics I posted were written in 1985 when the band were themselves kids, and part of a musical scene that they were creating, riding high on a mega tsunami if you like :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Since then they've made brilliant music and some truly excellent lyrics. What I'm saying is don't be too hasty and judge a band of 26 years on two songs from their early career, even though I admit that those lyrics are totally genre slaves :nod:
OK I'm going to be a complete fankid and post some more Megadeth lyrics:
Diadems
Sacriledge and blasphemy
Sets the stage today
The more insatiable the sex
The more swelled our tongues became
As pre-historic as it seems
This is now, today
As pre-historic as it seems
This is now
Talkin' 'bout no vision
Talkin' 'bout no dream
The Harlot puddles for her lies
From where she speaks
I look above and see
Entrails in the sky
This song ain't over 'til the
Fat lady dies
I saw a new earth today
I saw a former pass away
A Tout Le Monde (To All The World)
Don't remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what it'd cost
My life passed before my eyes
I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied
So as you read this know my friends
I'd love to stay with you all
smile when you think of me
My body's gone that's all
If my heart was still alive
I know it would surely break
And my memories left with you
There's nothing more to say
Moving on is a simple thing
What it leaves behind is hard
You know the sleeping feel no more pain
And the living all are scarred
So as you read this know my friends
I'd love to stay with you all
Please smile, smile when you think about me
My body's gone that's all
Addicted To Chaos
(The part I bolded is undoubtly poetry by my reckoning. A great use of words)
Only yesterday they told me you were gone
All these normal people, will I find another one?
Monkey on my back, aching in my bones
I forgot you said "One day you'll walk alone"
I said I need you, does that make me wrong?
Am I a weak man, are you feeling strong?
My heart was blackened, it's bloody red
A hole in my heart, a hole in my head?
Who will help me up?
Where's the helping hand?
Will you turn on me?
Is this my final stand?
In a dream I cannot see
Tangled abstract fallacy
Random turmoil builds in me
I'm addicted to chaos
Light shined on my path,
Turn bad days into good
Turn breakdowns into blocks, I smashed 'em cause I could
My brain was labored, my head would spin
Don't let me down, don't give up, don't give in
The rain comes down, cold wind blows
The plans we made are back up on the road
Turn up my collar, welcome the unknown
Remember what you said "One day you'll walk alone"
It has been set to music. Loreena McKennitt sings it beautifully.Quote:
Originally Posted by Heathcliff
Heard that just now. I never would've pictured it.Quote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2CFM4ev-g8
When I read it I found it a lot more solemn, the song is just so fruity, I think.
I always thought of it as thought a man was saying it. It is pretty different, I thought it would be a lot more sad.
Anyone heard the song Fat-bottomed Girls by Queen? I thought it would be more that beat.
Wont be surprised if its been done before. But it is possibly my favorite P.F. Song ever.
Wish You Were Here
Pink Floyd
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Gets me every time, my favorite line is
" We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears. "
Im thinking about drawing/designing an image to depict this, and then having it tattood on somewhere between my already growing collection of body ink.
Sounds Of Silence - Simon and Garfunkle
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
Yes folks, it's finally here! The Best Oxford/Norton Top of The Pops Anthology Ever, edited by Simon Cowel… Now That's what I call poetry/music/other… a quick glance at the top list:
Homer, (Ancient poetry)
Shakira, (or whoever happens to be in the charts at the moment)
The Divine Comedy, (no not the great work by Dante but the beautiful lyricism of the indie pop band!)
Virgil, (oh no, not again, more Ancient literautre)
The Kinks, (if you like a good whine)
Ovid, (what the f%*k…?)
Robbie Williams, (from the Take That Movement)
The Psalms of David, (who's David…? Is that the Ziggy fella or zigazig ah or something?)
Elvis Presley, (for best recitation)
Dante, (didn't he start a band called The Divine Comedy?)
The Spice Girls, (poetically dressed to beat the rest)
Oasis, (poetic sibling rivalry - artistic frustration as they battle to learn guitar chords)
Blur or Bob Dylan, (how many more songs can I write with themes and names taken from REAL POETRY AND NOVELS?)
And finally… whoever the hell you like, it's a free for all!!!!
Best Literary Novel of The Year: Rocky 7 (Shortlisted early for the next Nobel Prize).
Let's take a quick look at an extract from the opening poem 'Kashmir' written by that genius, Robert Plant:
"Whoa-ohh-oh
Whoa-ohhh-oh-oh
Ooooh
Oh baby, I've been flyin'
Nooo-yeah
Oh mama there
Ain't no denyin'
Oh!
Ooooh-yes
I've been flyin'
Ma-ma-ma
Ain't no denyin'
No denyin'-uh
Oh!"
The execution and masterful way in which Plant is quite able to express himself without using too many proper words is amazing. A better critique would be perphaps "awesome" a common literary/musical term in use throughout the explications of such fine readable texts. I can't believe my eyes… can I be reading such power?
Another fine example of a later genre is the girl power movement not to be confused with the flower power counter-culture era. The Spice Girls, boy they really knew how to write a poem:
Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.
If you want my future forget my past,
If you wanna get with me better make it fast,
Now don't go wasting my precious time,
Get your act together we could be just fine
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.
If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.
What do you think about that now you know how I feel,
Say you can handle my love are you for real,
I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try
If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye.
Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.
If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.
So here's a story from A to Z, you wanna get with me
you gotta listen carefully,
We got Em in the place who likes it in your face,
we got G like MC who likes it on an
Easy V doesn't come for free, she's a real lady,
and as for me..ah you'll see,
Slam your body down and wind it all around
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.
If you wanna be my lover, you gotta, you gotta, you
gotta,
you gotta, you gotta, slam, slam, slam, slam
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down zigazig ah
If you wanna be my lover.
What fabulous rhyme scheme!
"But is it poetry?" I hear you asking. It doesn't matter, someone is bound to like it and think so.
I refuse to live in a world where Simon Cowel will be the next literary critic! Eat your heart out Harold Bloom!! Freud, tsh! Madonna will sort you out. :lol:
wlz I'm not sure what your point is. We should keep the two artforms very clearly divided and I'll always and forever believe that. The lyrics I posted were just for fun.
I love that song :) the movie tooQuote:
Originally Posted by Revolte
:lol:wlz, you crack me up! The Spice Girls, terrific! :)
a great great rocking and unusual song from the 90's heather nova
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There are parts of me he'll never know, my wild horses and my river beds, and in my throat voices he'll never hear.
He pulls at me like a cherry tree, and I can still move but I don't speak about it.
Pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead. He's to scared to hit me now - he'll bring flowers istead
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go
And the dogwoods shimmer in October sun, "oh sweet thing", he sings to me,
"You're the only one."
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go.
And I don't know why I can't tell my sister,
He spat in my face again, and I don't want to die here.
You know that dream when your feet won't move,
you want to come but your body won't let you.
He steals it from me.He steals it from me.
It shines like sweat, like jewels, like something that has died to soon.
He ****s with the beauty.
A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick. He steals it from me.
It's out of my hands again.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go, to go.....
It does seem a rather sad comment upon the current state of poetry that this thread and the "stellar" examples of the poetic brilliance of illiterate rock stars is is virtually the most active commentary upon poetry... classic or contemporary... within the poetry boards... on a site devoted to literature, no less.
:beatdeadhorse5:
Sadder still when newly minted poet laureates are spruiking the poetic wares of rock stars.Quote:
Originally Posted by stlukesguild
If these have not been mentioned before in this thread i would have to suggest Dark Star and St. Stephen by the Grateful Dead as well as Minstral in the Gallery by Jethro Tull
Anything by Paul Simon I consider poetry. although I haven't followed him since the mid 70's so a lot of his new stuff I don't know about. Bob Dylan's songs also. I like a song by Joni Mitchell called Both Sides Now. Bow and Flows of angel hair and ice cream castle in the air and feathered canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way, but now they only block the sun , they rain and snow on everyone, so many things I could've done but clouds got in my way. I've looked at clouds from both side now,from up and down and still somehow it's clouds illusions I recall I really don't know clouds at all.
I don't find it sad that so many songs are considered poetry, while the literary merits may be lacking, the message in my mind has always been the beauty of poetry. I'll take it anyway it comes to me, as long as I get something from it.
and hop !
I was the driver for the drive-by of the neighbor's dog
Dad had always hated him and he said "Come on son,
"Get into the Vega now and I'll go get my shotgun"
It was a military holiday and kids were everywhere
I hid behind the steering wheel and tried to disappear
I tried to speak but couldn't, Dad was whistling and drinking beer
And I prayed "Dear God, if You save this dog
"I will never get high, I will never jack off
"I will do all the things that I should but have not
"I'll be a good boy from now on"
We turned around the corner soon and saw the neighbor's yard
Dad lit up a cigarette and rolled his window down
And grinning like an idiot he stuck his head and body out
And I prayed "Dear God, if You save this dog
"I will never get high, I will never jack off
"I will be all the things that I should but have not
"I'll be a good boy from now on"
Well he popped in a shell and took aim with the gun
Then a flash and a bang and the dog it was gone. . .
Jumped up and he ran away
Dad had shot right through his chain
Dad said "Take me to the Dairy Freeze, I want to have a shake"
We sipped them on the benches there and stared out on the lake
And Dad has never said another word about that day
And I hope you're not disappointed, God
'Cause I still get high and I still jack off
And you knew I was lying but you still saved that dog
You're such a good God
Such a good, good God
You're such a good goddamned backwards dog
And I'll be a good boy from now on
It's a bit of speculative fun.Quote:
Originally Posted by stlukesguild
I don't mind song lyrics as poetry, providing they use legitimate words.
Gonna, wanna, imma, HATE THEM!! I don't mind lemme though. If they are in talking marks, fair enough, but too much unintelligent jargon is inconvenient.
Words like Fergalicious. If that is a word...
It is an Irish cannibal word referring to the fact that fergus is delicious. :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Heathcliff