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    Ugh, sorry to get so repetitious, but, I think, ever since seeing the man live weeks ago, I have grown a bit obsessed. Another triumph from Dylan himself:
    Tomorrow is a Long Place

    If today was not an endless highway,
    If tonight was not a crooked trail,
    If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
    Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
    Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
    Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
    Only if she was lyin' by me,
    Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

    I can't see my reflection in the waters,
    I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
    I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
    Or can't remember the sound of my own name.
    Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
    Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
    Only if she was lyin' by me,
    Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

    There's beauty in the silver, singin' river,
    There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
    But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
    That I remember in my true love's eyes.
    Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
    Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
    Only if she was lyin' by me,
    Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

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    Of course it is! And what beautiful poetry, too!

    Together we cry…
    Together we cry…

    Jenny was a poor girl
    Living in a rich world
    Named her baby Hope when she was just fourteen
    She was hoping for a better world
    For this little girl
    But the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree

    Well she gets that call
    Hope’s too far gone
    Her baby’s on the way
    But nothing left inside
    Together we cry!

    What about the junk head
    Could have gone the whole way
    Lighting up the stage trying to get a deal
    Now he’s lighting up the wrong way
    “Something for the pain!”
    Man you wanna see this kid he was so f@#kin’ unreal
    When he gets that call
    He’s too far gone
    To get it together to sing one song
    They won’t hear tonight
    The words of a lullaby

    Together we cry…
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Together we cry…
    Whoah oh whoah oh whoah
    Together we cry…
    Oh we cry we cry we cry
    Together we cry…
    Oh we cry we cry
    Whoah oh whoah oh whoah

    Oh…Mary’s ambitious
    She wanna to be a politician
    She been dreaming about it since she was a girl
    She thought that she’d be the one to change the world
    Always trying to pave the way for women in a…man’s world
    But life happened, house, kids, 2 cars, husband hits the jar, cheques that don’t go very far now
    Now she in it can’t change it, she keeps her mind on her wages
    The only rattling cages!

    Together we cry
    Together we cry

    There comes a time when every bird has to fly
    At some point every rose has to die
    It’s hard to let your children go
    Leave home
    Where they go?
    Who knows!
    Getting drunk
    Getting stoned
    All alone
    Teach a man to fish
    You’ll feed him never lie
    You show your kids the truth
    Hope they never lie
    Instead of reading in a letter that they’ve gone to something better
    “Bet your sorry now! I won’t be coming home tonight”

    I’m sick of looking for those heroes in the sky
    To teach us how to fly
    Together we cry!

    Together we cry
    Together we cry
    Or:

    Do you know where your heart is
    Do you think you can find it
    Did you trade it for something, somewhere
    Better just to have it
    Do you know where your love is
    Do you think that you lost it
    You felt it so strong but nothings
    Turned out how you want it
    Well bless my soul
    You`re a lonely soul
    Cause you wont let go
    Of anything you hold
    Well all I need is the air I breathe
    And a place to rest my head
    Do you know what your fate is
    And are you trying to shake it
    You`re doing your best and
    You`re best look
    You`re praying that you`ll make it
    Well bless my soul
    You`re a lonely soul
    Cause you wont let go
    Of anything you hold


    Well all I need is the air I breathe
    And a place to rest my head
    Said all I need is the air I breathe
    And a place to rest my head
    Do you think you can find it
    Do you think you can find it
    Do you think you can find it
    Better than you have it
    Do you think you can find it
    Do you think you can find it
    Do you think you can find it
    Better than you have it
    Better than you have it
    Said all I need is the air I breathe
    And a place to rest my head
    Said all I need is the air I breathe
    And a place to rest my head
    Do you know where the end is
    Do you think you can see it
    Until you get there
    Go on
    Go ahead and scream it
    Just say...

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    I don't mean to bump an old topic its just I was reminded of a beautiful song and its lyrics while reading a topic in the serious forum.

    Tragically Hip- Emperor Penguin

    i like the tone of your trumpet
    come let's spill some paint
    let's raise a glass of milk to the end of another day
    and to the kiss that's still intangible

    the kids are alright just unmanageable
    they won't do a damn thing that you say
    your voice is all detached on a radio-wave
    breeze we have another caller with a bachelor degree
    talkin' alien invasion as the only chance for unity

    well sorry to interrupt you caller but that's a physical impossibility
    you'd be tossed up or wash up the narrator relates
    in a spartan antarctican walk for many days
    meet with emperor penguin devotion to the egg
    and their women are swimming from half an ocean away

    don't sound so detached this is you and me
    just give me your opinion before you turn to leave
    but your crust is just incredible
    the radio was edible
    when you said don't wipe your asses with your sleeves
    your're a physical impossibility
    A tragic situation exists precisely when virtue does not triumph but when it is still felt that man is nobler than the forces which destroy him.
    - Orwell

    Read of my Shepherd

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    hi

    i would agree, for me it's the meaning in the words as much as anything.

    is poetry meant to touch you? yes it does for some. does painting touch some? i think so. does musick touch tohers? it does me. ever heard a musician or singer called an artist? i have... it's what it is, art in one of its many forms... for me

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    Menories

    again i wake up to memories of you
    on my own and feeling confused
    becoz you took times of luv that surpassed all words
    and swapped them all for lies and hurt

    so i had to leave to go my own way
    but i will remember you untill my dying day
    because i still have feeling apart from regret
    and memories of times i will never forget

    i remember your smile the walks we would take
    the touch of your hand and the love that we made
    so these are the things i am taking with me
    forever commited to memory

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    One of my favorite musicians, Elliott smith, also wrote great lyrics.

    High on amphetamines
    The moon is a lightbulb breaking
    It'll go around with anyone
    But it won't come down for anyone
    And I won't come down for anyone

    and
    Now I'm a policeman directing traffic
    Keeping everything moving, everything static
    I'm the hitchhiker you'll recognize passing
    On your way to some everlasting

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    As poor as a lot of song lyrics will read to someone who doesn't know the melody, quite a few very good poems would not necessarily make good songs either.

    I like songwriters like Leonard Cohen (also a poet) and I've been particularly interested in harpist/songwriter Joanna Newsom. I'm not sure her lyrics would make particularly good poetry but they're very beautiful sung throughout her thirteen or so minute songs and make a lot of references to fables and folk tales.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UUe3Q54qFg

    And some lyrics from her song Sawdust and Diamonds.

    From the top of the flight
    Of the wide, white stairs
    Through the rest of my life
    Do you wait for me there?

    There's a bell in my ears
    There's a wide white roar
    Drop a bell down the stairs
    Hear it fall forevermore

    Drop a bell off of the dock
    Blot it out in the sea
    Drowning mute as a rock;
    Sounding mutiny

    There's a light in the wings
    Hits this system of strings
    From the side while they swing;
    See the wires, the wires, the wires

    And the articulation
    In our elbows and knees
    Makes us buckle as we couple in endless increase
    As the audience admires

    And the little white dove
    Made with love, made with love:
    Made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers

    Swings a low sickle arc
    From its perch in the dark
    Settle down
    Settle down my desire

    And the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremor
    Though no longer bereft, how I shook and I couldn't remember

    Then the furthermost shake drove a murdering stake in
    And cleft me right down through my center
    And I shouldn't say so, but I know that it was then, or never

    Push me back into a tree
    Bind my buttons with salt
    Fill my long ears with bees
    Praying: please, please, please,
    Love, you ought not!
    No you ought not!

    Then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings
    (cut from cardboard and old magazines)
    Makes me warble and rise like a sparrow
    And in the place where I stood, there is a circle of wood
    A cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your barrow

    It is terribly good to carry water and chop wood
    Streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed;
    As I crash through the rafters
    And the ropes and pulleys trail after
    And the holiest belfry burns sky-high

    Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision
    While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first incision
    And in a moment of almost-unbearable vision
    Doubled over with the hunger of lions
    'Hold me close', cooed the dove
    Who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and diamonds

    I wanted to say: why the long face?
    Sparrow, perch and play songs of long face
    Burro, buck and bray songs of long face!
    Sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay
    Just to lift your long face

    And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
    Your precious longface
    And though our bones they may break, and our souls separate
    - why the long face?
    And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil
    - why the long face?

    In the trough of the waves
    Which are pawing like dogs
    Pitch we, pale-faced and grave,
    As I write in my log

    Then I hear a noise from the hull
    Seven days out to sea
    And it is the damnable bell!

    And it tolls - well, I believe, that it tolls - for me!
    It tolls for me!

    Though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to break
    Still, my dear, I would have walked you to the very edge of the water
    And they will recognise all the lines of your face
    In the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter

    Darling, we will be fine, but what was yours and mine
    Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes
    But if it's all just the same, then will you say my name:
    Say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks?

    I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight
    No, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
    So: enough of this terror
    We deserve to know light
    And grow evermore lighter and lighter
    You would have seen me through
    But I could not undo that desire

    Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire
    Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire
    Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh desire

    From the top of the flight
    Of the wide, white stairs
    Through the rest of my life
    Do you wait for me there

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    This is also a very nice song.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOxAneYR4bw

    Lyrics to Monkey And Bear :
    Down in the green hay
    Where monkey and bear usually lay
    They woke from a stable-boy's cry

    He said; someone come quick!
    The horses got loose, got grass-sick!
    They'll founder! Fain, they'll die

    What is now known by the sorrel and the roan?
    By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?

    It is: stay by the gate you are given
    And remain in your place, for your season
    And had the overfed dead but listened
    To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom...

    Did you hear that, Bear? Said monkey
    We'll get out of here, fair and square
    They've left the gate open wide!

    So
    My bride
    Here is my hand, where is your paw?
    Try and understand my plan, Ursala
    My heart is a furnace
    Full of love that's just, and earnest
    Now; you know that we must unlearn this
    Allegiance to a life of service
    And no longer answer to that heartless
    Hay-monger, nor be his accomplice
    (that charlatan, with artless hustling!)
    But; Ursala, we've got to eat something
    And earn our keep, while still within
    The borders of the land that man has girded
    (all double-bolted and tight-fisted!)
    Until we reach the open country
    A-steeped in milk and honey

    Will you keep your fancy clothes on, for me?
    Can you bear a little longer to wear that leash?
    My love, I swear by the air I breathe:
    Sooner or later, you'll bare your teeth

    But for now, just dance, darling
    C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
    Darling, there's a place for us
    Can we go, before I turn to dust?
    Oh my darling, there's a place for us
    Oh darling
    C'mon will you dance, my darling?
    Oh, the hills are groaning with excess
    Like a table ceaselessly being set
    Oh my darling, we will get there yet

    They trooped past the guards,
    Past the coops, and the fields, and the farmyards
    All night, till finally:

    The space they gained grew
    Much farther than the stone that bear threw
    To mark where they'd stop for tea

    But walk a little faster
    And don't look backwards
    Your feast is to the East, which lies a little past the pasture

    When the blackbirds hear tea whistling, they rise and clap
    And their applause caws the kettle black
    And we can't have none of that!

    Move along, Bear; there, there; that's that
    Though cast in plaster
    Our Ursala's heart beat faster
    Than monkey's ever will

    But still;
    They have got to pay the bills
    Hadn't they?
    That is what the monkey'd say

    So, with the courage of a clown, or a cur
    Or a kite, jerking tight at its tether
    In her dun-brown gown of fur
    And her jerkin' of swansdown and leather

    Bear would sway on her hind legs;
    The organ would grind dregs of song, for the pleasure
    Of the children, who'd shriek
    Throwing coins at her feet
    Then recoiling in terror

    Sing, dance, darling
    C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
    Oh darling, there's a place for us
    Can we go, before I turn to dust?
    Oh my darling, there's a place for us

    Oh darling
    C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
    You keep your eyes fixed on the highest hill
    Where you'll ever-after eat your fill
    Oh my darling, dear, mine
    If you dance
    Dance, darling, and I love you still

    Deep in the night
    Shone a weak and miserly light
    Where the monkey shouldered his lamp

    Someone had told him
    The bear had been wandering
    A fair piece away from where they were camped

    Someone had told him
    The bear'd been sneaking away
    To the seaside caverns, to bathe

    And the thought troubled the monkey
    For he was afraid of spelunking down in those caves

    Also afraid what the village people would say
    If they saw the bear in that state;

    Lolling and splashing obscenely
    Well, it seemed irrational, really; washing that face

    Washing that matted and flea-bit pelt
    In some sea-spit-shine, old kelp dripping with brine

    But monkey just laughed, and he muttered;
    When she comes back, Ursala will be bursting with pride

    Till I jump up!
    Saying: you've been rolling in muck!
    Saying: you smell of garbage and grime!

    But far out
    Far out
    By now
    By now
    Far out, by now, Bear ploughed
    'Cause she would not drown:

    First the outside-legs of the bear
    Up and fell down, in the water, like knobby garters

    Then the outside-arms of the bear
    Fell off, as easy as if sloughed from boiled tomatoes

    Low'red in a genteel curtsy
    Bear shed the mantle of her diluvian shoulders;

    And, with a sigh,
    She allowed the burden of belly to drop like an apron full of boulders

    If you could hold up her threadbare
    Coat to the light where it's worn translucent in places

    You'd see spots where
    Almost every night of the year Bear had been mending suspending that baseness

    Now her coat drags through the water
    Bagging, with a life's-worth of hunger, limitless minnows;

    In the magnetic embrace
    Balletic and glacial of Bear's insatiable shadow;

    Left there!
    Left there!
    When Bear left Bear
    Left there!
    Left there!
    When Bear stepped clear of Bear

    Sooner or later you'll bury your teeth

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    Quote Originally Posted by ballb View Post
    The lyrics of Shane McGowan and Bob Dylan stand up as poetry in their own right.
    How about lyrics to a parody of Dylan's works, e.g.,
    "Pretend you're a sweet Christian
    Pretend you're a hurt Jew
    Pretend you're a Buddhist or Satanist, too,
    at end you ain't nothin' but DNA goo
    Pre-order get Zeromas savings
    The more you sell the more you get
    it's jungle or zoo
    for the times they aint' a changing"
    ?

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    I'd say a lot of music/lyrics is very poetical (except for pop...). Tom Waits' music is very lyrics-based and is definitely very poetical. So is a lot of folk like Johnny Flynn's.

    'Your sentences rose high at night
    And circled round my head
    The circle's since been broken
    Like the priest before me is breaking bread

    I'm being asked to drink the blood of Christ
    And soon I'll eat his flesh
    I'm alone again before the altar
    Shedding all my old regrets'

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    Y'know I'm surprised and a bit disappointed that nobody's mentioned rap and hip-hop music, because unlike many other forms of music hip-hop is almost purely poetry. You can argue about quality, sure, but lots of hip-hop is absolutely rife with literary technique, such that I'd require it poetic, even if the subject matter isn't necessarily.

    As an example, let's examine Inspectah Deck's the Wu-Tang Clan's Triumph. (Exactly the sort of thing you'd expect from a literary forum...)

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    I bomb atomically,
    Here Inspectah Deck is metaphorically comparing his explosive skills to an atomic bomb.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses
    Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries,
    Deck alludes to the historical figure of Socrates, a man well-known for being highly philosophical and intelligent. He's saying that his lyricism is so good that even Socrates can't begin to comprehend how it exists.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    Lyrically perform armed robbery,
    Flee with the lottery,
    Possibly they spotted me.
    An example of both extended metaphor and homeric simile. He starts off by comparing his lyrics to engaging in armed robbery, he's basically saying he's a really tough fellow. He then continues with the metaphorical armed robbery, claiming that this quality of his makes him lots of money, or that he "flees with the lottery". The line "possibly they spotted me," is where the Homeric Simile kicks in, as he rounds off the rhyme and the metaphor.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
    Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics.
    He compares the event of his writing lyrics with an explosion, that is to say that when he writes ideas explode onto the paper. He then continues with the explosion metaphor by claiming that the explosion caused by his lyricism is so powerful that a forensic team sent in to investigate the explosion would be blinded by the light left over.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    I inspect you, through the future see millennium
    Killer Bees sold fifty gold sixty platinum.
    Characterization. The Wu-Tang Clan is full of different characters, and Inspectah Deck's is that of a seer or a mind-reader.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap. tactics
    Deck metaphorically shackles the general populace with his incredible rapping.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths.
    His graphic displays or descriptions of life in the slums are so hot that they melt steel like a blacksmith does. (Simile)

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    Black Wu-Jackets queen B's ease the guns in, Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function.
    The Wu-Tang's clothing is so well-recognized and well-respected that people won't even search their jackets, thus they can hypothetically be used to smuggle in weaponry. He's not afraid to struggle with the law, though, even if this struggle is met with tear gas.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    Heads by the score take flight incite a war.
    Wu-Tang was heavily influenced by hong-kong action movies. Here Deck compares his crew to a group of assassins who will lyrically incite chaos in a town or village by taking scores of heads.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more.
    Pretty straightforward here.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
    Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi.
    He compares his lyrical skill to a Samurai, or a bold soldier. He's willing to cut to the heart of the matter when other people are afraid to, and thus he holds the world in sway.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock,
    Wu-Tang has so many enthusiastic fans that when they pound along to the beat, it literally pounds footprints into the pavement.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inspectah Deck
    Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block.
    Again, pretty straightforward.

    What I'm saying is, while it can be argued that the subject matter in a lot of hip-hop is lowest-common-denominator the poetic technique is there, and thus there's nothing preventing hip-hop from being good poetry. Good examples include Emcee Lynx, Illogic, Lupe Fiasco, Mos Def, Nas (Sometimes), Saul Williams, Shing02... All very intelligent and poetic.

    Other lyrics I like, not of the hip-hop kind are songs written by Chris Mosdell and Tim Jensen. Particularly Gravity and The Garden Of Everything are very nice.
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    -As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner

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    I completely agree. Hip-hop (or at least what i regard to be hip-hop) is the closest thing there is to poetry in music. There are some whose lyrical complexity and rhythm structure is very impressive.

    This is a good example (especially in regard to the content):

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45X0N8HbFOU

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    Quote Originally Posted by Phocion View Post
    I completely agree. Hip-hop (or at least what i regard to be hip-hop) is the closest thing there is to poetry in music. There are some whose lyrical complexity and rhythm structure is very impressive.

    This is a good example (especially in regard to the content):

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45X0N8HbFOU
    Ah yes, Cise Starr is quite talented as well. I might even say Substantial as well, on the topic of Nujabes collaborators, but I dunno...

    Quote Originally Posted by Tor-Hershman
    "Pretend you're a sweet Christian
    Pretend you're a hurt Jew
    Pretend you're a Buddhist or Satanist, too,
    at end you ain't nothin' but DNA goo
    Pre-order get Zeromas savings
    The more you sell the more you get
    it's jungle or zoo
    for the times they aint' a changing
    ...

    Seriously!?
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    "He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear."
    -As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner

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