| The Fairy King 12.11.2007 16:56 |
link 1. Sting 2. Neil Peart 3. Scott Stapp 4. Noel Gallagher 5. Dan Fogelberg 6. Tom Marshall 7. Paul Stanley 8. Diane Warren 9. Donovan 10. Jim Morrison 11. Larry Henley and Jeff Silbar 12. David Crosby 13. Pete Gabriel, Mike Rutherford, Tony Banks, Steve Hackett and Phil Collins 14. Will.I.Am 15. Bernie Taupin 16. Ben Gibbard 17. Jon Anderson 18. Ian Anderson 19. Queensÿche 20. Ryan Ross 21. Alanis Morissette 22. Jon Bon Jovi 23. Robert Plant 24. Fred Durst 25. KRS-One 26. Simon Le Bon 27. Will Jennings 28. Greg Graffin 29. Timbaland 30. Kevin Federline 31. Carly Simon 32. Matisyahu 33. Diddy 34. Henry Rollins 35. Dashboard Confessional 36. Common 37. Bryan Adams 38. Paul McCartney 39. Billy Corgan 40. Anthony Kiedis |
| steven 35638 12.11.2007 17:04 |
Ha, Queen weren't on the list! Fantastic! |
| Micrówave 12.11.2007 17:11 |
Yeah, that list has been around for a little while. But Sting #1? I don't think so. He's the only guy I know that's ever come up with a rhyme for "Burritos". "Los Banditos". Here's the top 25 Death Metal bands: 1. Death 2. Mercyful Fate 3. Mayhem 4. Venom 5. Emperor 6. Morbid Angel 7. Deicide 8. Possessed 9. Cannibal Corpse 10. Bathory 11. Napalm Death 12. Celtic Frost 13. Entombed 14. Obituary 15. Samael 16. Sepultura (early) 17. Arch Enemy 18. King Diamond 19. Kreator 20. Pestilence 21. Borknagar 22. Dimmu Borgir 23. Opeth 24. Gorefest 25. Dark Tranquility |
| Ms. Rebel 12.11.2007 17:11 |
Hahahahaha...Billy Corgan. I must show this to my brother xD |
| sparrow 21754 12.11.2007 17:16 |
wow...thats a shitty list how about they actually put lyricists that actaully suck on there. like fergie. and bon jovi... and anyone whoe writes with cliches. some of the artists that write the lyrics that are on that list are very poetic and deep. so if someone doesnt get it, that means its bad? how stupid. |
| Ms. Rebel 12.11.2007 17:22 |
Sparrow wrote: wow...thats a shitty list how about they actually put lyricists that actaully suck on there. like fergie. and bon jovi... and anyone whoe writes with cliches. some of the artists that write the lyrics that are on that list are very poetic and deep. so if someone doesnt get it, that means its bad? how stupid.I agree. But still, I love It's My Life & Always.lol |
| Vincent. 12.11.2007 18:18 |
Paul McCartney?! WHAT? D: How COULD they?! |
| sparrow 21754 12.11.2007 18:48 |
<font color=#CC0099> *Killer Queen* wrote:ill admit i liked 'its my life' untill it was played 20 times an hour. i just dont like bon jovi's lyrics cuz theyre overwhelmingly cheesy >.<Sparrow wrote: wow...thats a shitty list how about they actually put lyricists that actaully suck on there. like fergie. and bon jovi... and anyone whoe writes with cliches. some of the artists that write the lyrics that are on that list are very poetic and deep. so if someone doesnt get it, that means its bad? how stupid.I agree. But still, I love It's My Life & Always.lol and i dont like how hes gone country lately either. but also any song that involves the words children, together, soul or love are automatically cheesy. |
| its_a_hard_life 26994 12.11.2007 19:16 |
HAHAHAHAHA..... THIS LIST... HAHAAHAHAHA.... :O |
| JoxerTheDeityPirate 12.11.2007 19:19 |
<font color=#FF1452>Kaylee.... wrote: Paul McCartney?! WHAT? D: How COULD they?!2 words: FROG CHORUS! 3 words: MULL OF KINTYRE!! ps where's the dude who wrote the following? "gonna write a classic,gonna write it in the attic" they have to be THE worse lyrics ever,even treasure moment havent written anything as lame as that.. |
| josedequeso 12.11.2007 22:57 |
<b><font color="#FF1493">The Fairy King wrote: 18. Ian AndersonReally don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter - your love's in the sink So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you shake your head and say it's a shame. Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song. See there! A son is born - and we pronounce him fit to fight There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night We'll make a man of him put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly and to sing in the rain The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling but the master of the house is far away. The horses stamping - their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword. And the youngest of the family is moving with authority. Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside. The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need. The young men of the household have all gone into service and are not to be expected for a year. The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster has formed the plan to change the man he seems. And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword. And the oldest of the family is moving with authority. Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run. What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam and the whirlpool turns you 'way off-beam. LATER. I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man twenty years too late. Your bread and water's going cold. Your hair is too short and neat. I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me. You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone - you meet the stares. You're unaware that your doings aren't done. And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be. But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies and your silver-buckle shoes. Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol who lets you bend the rules. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. You put your |
| josedequeso 12.11.2007 22:57 |
<b><font color="#FF1493">The Fairy King wrote: link 13. Pete Gabriel, Mike Rutherford, Tony Banks, Steve Hackett and Phil Collinsi LOVER'S LEAP Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off. Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes. As the sound of motorcars fades in the night time. I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right . . . .. . . And its hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue. Hey my baby don't you know our love is true. Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies. Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright. Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly, The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand . . . . .. And its hey babe your supper's waiting for you. Hey my baby don't you know our love is true. I've been so far from here, Far from your warm arms. Its good to feel you again. Its been a long long time. Hasn't it? ii. THE GUARANTEED ETERNAL SANCTUARY MAN I know a farmer who looks after the farm, With water clear, he cares for all his harvest. I know a fireman who looks after the fire. You, can't you see he's fooled you all. Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all. Share his peace, Sign the lease. He's a supersonic scientist, He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man. Look, look into my mouth he cries. And all the children lost down many paths, I bet my life, you'll walk inside, Hand in hand, gland in gland, With a spoonful of miracle, He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary. We will rock you, rock you little snake, We will keep you snug and warm. iii. IKHNATON AND ITSACON AND THEIR BAND OF MERRY MEN Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest, We walked across the fields to see the children of the West, We saw a host of dark skinned warriors standing still below the ground, Waiting for battle. Fights begun, they've been released. Killing foe for peace . . . bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang . . . And they've given me a wonderful potion, 'Cos I cannot contain my emotion. And even though I'm feeling good, Something tells me, I'd better activate my prayer capsule. Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate. The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord. iv. HOW DARE I BE SO BEAUTIFUL? Wandering in the chaos the battle has left, We climb up the mountain of human flesh, To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life. A young figure sits still by a pool, He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool (he is you). Social Security took care of this lad, We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower. A flower? v. WILLOW FARM If you go down to Willow Farm, to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies. Open your eyes, its full of surprise, everyone lies, like the fox on the rocks, and the musical box. Oh, there's Mum and Dad, and good and bad, and everyone's happy to be here. There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag, he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag. The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an egg, the egg was a bird, Hadn't you heard? Yes we're happy as fish, and gorgeous as geese, and wonderfully clean in the morning. We've got everything, we're growing everything, We've got some in, We've got some out, We've got some wild things floating about. Everyone, we're changing everyone, You name them all, We've had them here, And the real stars are still to appear. ALL CHANGE! Feel your body melt; Mum to mud to mad to dad Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office, You're all full of ball. Dad to dam to dum to mum Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing, You're all full of ball. Let me hear your lies, we're living this up to the |
| josedequeso 12.11.2007 22:58 |
<b><font color="#FF1493">The Fairy King wrote: 2. Neil PeartI. IN THE VALLEY I am born I am me I am new I am free Look at me I am young Sight unseen Life unsung My eyes have just been opened And they're open very wide Images around me Don't identify inside Just one blur I recognize The one that soothes and feeds My way of life is easy And as simple are my needs Yet my eyes are drawn toward The mountain in the east Fascinates and captivates Gives my heart no peace The mountain holds the sunrise In the prison of the night Till bursting forth from rocky chains The valley floods with light Living one long sunrise For to me all things are new I've never watched the sky grow pale Or strolled through fields of dew I do not know of dust to dust I live from breath to breath I live to climb that mountain to The Fountain of Lamneth II. DIDACTS AND NARPETS Unofficial lyrics, not included in lyric sheet: "Stay!" "Go!" "Work!" "No!" "Think!" "Live!" "Earn!" "Give!" ("Wait" or "Fight"?)/("Right") (Laugh?)/("Right" or "Wait")?) Listen... III. NO ONE AT THE BRIDGE Crying back to consciousness The coldness grips my skin The sky is pitching violently Drawn by shrieking winds Seaspray blurs my vision Waves roll by so fast Save my ship of freedom I'm lashed helpless to the mast Call out for direction And there's no one there to steer Shout out for salvation But there's no one there to hear Cry out supplication For the maelstrom is near Scream out desperation But no one cares to hear Remembering when first I held The wheel in my own hands I took the helm so eagerly And sailed for distant lands But now the sea's too heavy And I just don't understand Why must my crew desert me When I need a guiding hand IV. PANACEA The whiteness of confusion Is unfolding from my mind I stare around in wonder Have I left my life behind I catch the scent of ambergris And turn my head... surprised My gaze is caught and held And I am helpless, mesmerized Panacea - liquid grace Oh let me touch your fragile face Enchantment falls around me And I know I cannot leave Here's a meaning for my life A shelter from the storm Pacify my troubles with Her body, soft and warm Naked in our unity A smile for every tear Gentle hands that promise me Comfort through the years Yet I know I must be gone Before the light of dawn Panacea - passion pure I can't resist your gentle lure My heart will lie beside you And my wandering body grieves V. BACCHUS PLATEAU Another endless day Silhouettes of grey Another glass of wine Drink with eyes that shine To days without that chill at morning Long nights time out of mind Draw another goblet From the cask of '43 Crimson misty memory Hazy glimpse of me Give me back my wonder - I've something more to give I guess it doesn't matter - There's not much more to live Another foggy dawn The mountain almost gone Another doubtful fear The road is not so clear My soul grows ever weary And the end is ever near VI. THE FOUNTAIN Look... the mist is rising And the sun is peaking through See, the steps grow lighter As I reach their final few Hear, the dancing waters I must be drawing near Feel, my heart is pounding With embattled hope and fear Now, at last I fall before The Fountain of Lamneth I thought I would be singing But I'm tired... out of breath Many journeys end here But, the secret's told the same Life is just a candle And a dream must give it flame The key, the end, the answer Stripped of their disguise Still it's all confusion And tears spring to my eyes Though I've reached a signpost It's really not the end Like Old Sol behind the mountain I'll be coming up again... I'm in motion I a |
| josedequeso 12.11.2007 23:00 |
I hardly think any other artist could match the above 3 songs. The compilers of this list simply have their heads up their asses. My two cents |
| ***Marial-B*** 13.11.2007 02:21 |
Sparrow wrote:Bon Jovi was great in the late 80's and early 90's... till he released "Thank you for loving me" cuz that makes me cringle, although my dad loves that song :P<font color=#CC0099> *Killer Queen* wrote:ill admit i liked 'its my life' untill it was played 20 times an hour. i just dont like bon jovi's lyrics cuz theyre overwhelmingly cheesy >.< and i dont like how hes gone country lately either. but also any song that involves the words children, together, soul or love are automatically cheesy.Sparrow wrote: wow...thats a shitty list how about they actually put lyricists that actaully suck on there. like fergie. and bon jovi... and anyone whoe writes with cliches. some of the artists that write the lyrics that are on that list are very poetic and deep. so if someone doesnt get it, that means its bad? how stupid.I agree. But still, I love It's My Life & Always.lol |
| QueenMercury46 13.11.2007 02:45 |
Jim Morrison? How could someone say his lyrics are bad? Every song of his is like a poem. This list really doesn't make sense to me. There are way worse lyricists. What about Eminem? "The way you move it, you make my pee pee go Doing, doing, doing" |
| Raf 13.11.2007 02:56 |
JoxerTheHaremMasterPirate wrote:Run, dude. Run before Jessica sees your post. ;)<font color=#FF1452>Kaylee.... wrote: Paul McCartney?! WHAT? D: How COULD they?!MULL OF KINTYRE!! |
| The prophet's song 13.11.2007 03:39 |
What...how could Bernie Taupin be worse that Kevin Federline! How could ANYONE be worse than Kevin Federline! |
| Cygnus X-1 13.11.2007 04:26 |
<b><font color="#FF1493">The Fairy King wrote: 2. Neil PeartWTF? Okay, his early lyrics where...strange sometimes. (Caress of Steel - Geddy Lee: We smoked a bit too much dope on that one..) but his later lyrics are just awesome. This is my fav. Subdivisions: Sprawling on the fringes of the city In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone (Subdivisions) In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out (Subdivisions) In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights... |
| Sweetie 13.11.2007 04:56 |
:O RYYYAAAAAAANNNN RRRRRRROOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSS (Is hot :P) |
| Holly2003 13.11.2007 05:41 |
My favourite: FREEWILL Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson There are those who think that life Has nothing left to chance With a host of holy horrors To direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive The stars arent aligned --- Or the gods are malign Blame is better to give than receive You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill I will choose a path thats clear I will choose free will There are those who think that theyve been dealt a losing hand The cards were stacked against them --- They werent born in lotus-land All preordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face You cant pray for a place In heavens unearthly estate Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt Thats far too fleet... |
| its_a_hard_life 26994 13.11.2007 06:16 |
<font color="lime">Raf840 wrote:YOU ARE A DEAD MAN, JOX.JoxerTheHaremMasterPirate wrote:Run, dude. Run before Jessica sees your post. ;)<font color=#FF1452>Kaylee.... wrote: Paul McCartney?! WHAT? D: How COULD they?!MULL OF KINTYRE!! |
| Cygnus X-1 13.11.2007 08:58 |
Holly2003 wrote: My favourite: FREEWILLGreat choice :-) |
| Poo, again 13.11.2007 11:58 |
WTF is Robert Plant doing on that list? |
| LozlanTheMage 13.11.2007 12:19 |
Glad to see so many of you guys rallying to the defense. Some of my absolute favourite songwriters are on this list...I consider Ian Anderson a poet of high order, Neil Peart is a delight, Paul McCartney is a genius without par. And poor Jim Morrison...I'm sorry, the writer of such lines as "Catacombs, nursery bones, winter women growing stones," "Optical promise" and "Cancel my subscription to the resurrection" deserves to be ranked amongst rock's greatest and most accomplished lyricists. "I loved you the best...better than all the rest...," "I took a face from the ancient gallery and I walked on down the hall...," "Rugs lash out their lizards tongues..."...pure awesomeness. |
| Matias Merçeauroix 14.11.2007 23:37 |
I. The Solid Time Of Change Anderson/Howe A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace, And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace, And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar, Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour. And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one. A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun, And take away the plain in which we move, And choose the course you're running. Down at the edge, round by the corner, Not right away, not right away. Close to the edge, down by a river, Not right away, not right away. Crossed the line around the changes of the summer, Reaching to call the color of the sky. Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see. Getting over all the time I had to worry, Leaving all the changes far from far behind. We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name. Down at the end, round by the corner. Close to the edge, just by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down. Now that it's all over and done, Now that you find, now that you're whole. II. Total Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand. There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand. Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see, As armoured movers took approach to overlook the sea. There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be. Down at the edge, close by a river. Close to the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by the corner. Down at the edge, round by the river. Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory. All in all, the journey takes you all the way. As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known. Guessing problems only to deceive the mention, Passing paths that climb halfway into the void. As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain. Down at the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down. III. I Get Up, I Get Down Anderson/Howe In her white lace You can clearly see the lady sadly looking. Saying that she'd take the blame For the crucifixion of her own domain. I get up, I get down, I get up, I get down. Two million people barely satisfy. Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late. The eyes of honesty can achieve. How many millions do we deceive each day? [Thru the duty she would coil their said amusement of her story asking only interest could be laid upon the children of her domain] I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. In charge of who is there in charge of me. Do I look on blindly and say I see the way? The truth is written all along the page. How old will I be before I come of age for you? I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. IV. Seasons Of Man Anderson/Howe The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems. And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love. As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above. Ah, ah. Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space, He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race. I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place. On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley, Called to witness cycles only of the past. And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark. Close to the edge, down by the river. Down at the end, round by the corner. Seasons will pass you by, Now that it's all over and done, Called to the seed, right to the sun. Now that you find, now that you're whole. Seasons will pass |
| Cygnus X-1 15.11.2007 05:15 |
Les Claypool (Primus) hilarious lyrics, too many to list, great band & songwriters: Tommy the Cat "I remember as if it were a meal ago" Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, but it was a rare occasion such as this that he did. "She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double, even triple, takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place... and that was O'malley's Alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended) but not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alley. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin' for that stud bull, She was lookin’ for that he cat. And that was me. Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee... Say baby do you wanna lay down by me? Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say Baby Say Baby |
| yamaha 15.11.2007 07:21 |
That list is faulty and defies logic. Surely the worst writers are so bad that there worthless lyrics haven't made them famous. Still, I think these people are just dropping names to piss people off. Score one for Blender. |
| MDNA 16.11.2007 12:54 |
<font color="sky blue">QueenMercury46 wrote: Jim Morrison? How could someone say his lyrics are bad? Every song of his is like a poem. This list really doesn't make sense to me. There are way worse lyricists. What about Eminem? "The way you move it, you make my pee pee go Doing, doing, doing"Eminem is briliant, have you actualy ever listened to one of his lirics? I mean realy listen? |
| Raf 16.11.2007 14:26 |
If this is about worst lyricists in ROCK, why is Timbaland in the list? |
| its_a_hard_life 26994 16.11.2007 15:16 |
MDNA wrote:Yeah, I have. Eminem's lyrics are better then most urban artists.<font color="sky blue">QueenMercury46 wrote: Jim Morrison? How could someone say his lyrics are bad? Every song of his is like a poem. This list really doesn't make sense to me. There are way worse lyricists. What about Eminem? "The way you move it, you make my pee pee go Doing, doing, doing"Eminem is briliant, have you actualy ever listened to one of his lirics? I mean realy listen? |
| QueenMercury46 16.11.2007 20:21 |
LozlanTheMage wrote: Glad to see so many of you guys rallying to the defense. Some of my absolute favourite songwriters are on this list...I consider Ian Anderson a poet of high order, Neil Peart is a delight, Paul McCartney is a genius without par. And poor Jim Morrison...I'm sorry, the writer of such lines as "Catacombs, nursery bones, winter women growing stones," "Optical promise" and "Cancel my subscription to the resurrection" deserves to be ranked amongst rock's greatest and most accomplished lyricists. "I loved you the best...better than all the rest...," "I took a face from the ancient gallery and I walked on down the hall...," "Rugs lash out their lizards tongues..."...pure awesomeness.Exactly. Jim Morrison is pure genius. |
| goodco 20.11.2007 05:27 |
Where's David Lee Roth and Steven Tyler? btw, Jon Anderson should be higher up (and I like Yes) Lists are lists. Generally one person's opinion (just like these words are). |
| Gratzi 20.11.2007 08:12 |
:O Oh NO! My two favourite Andersons! ;_; "Bring a song for the evening Clean brass to flash the dawn across these acres glistening like dew on a carpet lawn In these dark towns folk lie sleeping as the heavy horses thunder by to wake the dying city with the living horseman's cry" ( Ian ;) ) ^ but I like this! and it's only a small fragment... :( Want the worst lyrics? Here ya go: Are you ready Steve? Uh-huh Andy? Yeah Mick? Okay Alright fellows - let's go! Oh it's been getting so hard Living with the things you do to me My dreams are getting so strange I'd like to tell you everything I see Oh and see a man at the back as a matter of fact His eyes are as red as the sun And the girl in the corner let no one ignore her Cause she thinks she's the passionate one Oh Yeah! It was like lightning Everybody was frightning And the music was soothing And they all started grooving CHROUS Yeah, Yeah, Yeah-Yeah-Yeah And the man in the back said everyone attack And it turned into a ballroom blitz And the girl in the corner said boy I want to warn you It'll turn into a ballroom blitz Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz Oh reaching out for something Touching nothing's all I ever do Oh I softly call you over When you appear there's nothing left of you And the man in the back is ready to crack As he raises his hands to the sky And the girl in the corner is everyone's woman She could kill you with a wink of her eye Oh Yeah! It was electric So prefectly hectic And the band started leaving Cause they all stopped breathing CHORUS Repeat Oh Yeah! It was like lightning Everybody was frightning And the music was soothing And they all started grooving CHORUS Repeat It's it's a ballroom blitz It's it's a ballroom blitz It's it's a ballroom blitz Yeah, it's a ballroom blitz O_o |
| john bodega 20.11.2007 08:19 |
In todays terms, Eminem is a master lyricist. He just has absolutely nothing worth saying. |
| goodco 20.11.2007 09:21 |
Something to have fun with..... link |
| Oszmercury 21.11.2007 13:56 |
I don't like those kind of lists David Crosby doesn't deserve to be here, only for "Triad" a great song |
| Vincent. 21.11.2007 15:29 |
<font color=gray>Gratzi wrote: Want the worts lyrics? Here ya go: Are you ready Steve? Uh-huh Andy? Yeah Mick? Okay Alright fellows - let's go! Oh it's been getting so hard Living with the things you do to me My dreams are getting so strange I'd like to tell you everything I see Oh and see a man at the back as a matter of fact His eyes are as red as the sun And the girl in the corner let no one ignore her Cause she thinks she's the passionate one Oh Yeah! It was like lightning Everybody was frightning And the music was soothing And they all started grooving CHROUS Yeah, Yeah, Yeah-Yeah-Yeah And the man in the back said everyone attack And it turned into a ballroom blitz And the girl in the corner said boy I want to warn you It'll turn into a ballroom blitz Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz Oh reaching out for something Touching nothing's all I ever do Oh I softly call you over When you appear there's nothing left of you And the man in the back is ready to crack As he raises his hands to the sky And the girl in the corner is everyone's woman She could kill you with a wink of her eye Oh Yeah! It was electric So prefectly hectic And the band started leaving Cause they all stopped breathing CHORUS Repeat Oh Yeah! It was like lightning Everybody was frightning And the music was soothing And they all started grooving CHORUS Repeat It's it's a ballroom blitz It's it's a ballroom blitz It's it's a ballroom blitz Yeah, it's a ballroom blitz O_oWhat? The Ballroom Blitz is a good song! D:< :B |
| Gratzi 21.11.2007 16:07 |
Hmmm... it is quite addictive, but did you read the lyrics? ;-P |
| mystic_rhythms 22.11.2007 02:06 |
yeah...i remember I posted this list up a while back. I voiced my anger about how they put Rush drummer/lyricist Neil Peart at #2 when his stuff is some of the deepest, complex masterpieces anyone could ever write. The Rush lyrics posted before (from the epic track "The Fountain Of Lamneth" off of their 1975 album Caress Of Steel) are just an example of the majesty of Peart's imagination. It is because of him that Rush has its many excellent tracks (such as "Limelight", "Roll The Bones", "Far Cry", and, of course, "2112"). You wanna talk about bad lyricists? Fergie, Kevin Federline, Rihanna, and about 75% of the hip-hop artists out there, to name just a few. Yeah. I said it. They suck lyrically AND musically. Their devastatingly dreadful rhymes tear through the eardrums of the listener, and either brainwash him/her into liking their crap, or killing them in the process. Either way, it's bad for the listeners. Besides, the list is biased. It seems they'll attack the artists that don't fit in with the times, the artists who are the true holders of the essence that creates music. -=Brian=- |
| QueenMercury46 22.11.2007 03:19 |
Zebonka12 wrote: In todays terms, Eminem is a master lyricist. He just has absolutely nothing worth saying."The way you move it, you make my pee pee go Doing, doing, doing" |
| QueenMercury46 22.11.2007 03:19 |
Zebonka12 wrote: In todays terms, Eminem is a master lyricist. He just has absolutely nothing worth saying."The way you move it, you make my pee pee go Doing, doing, doing" |
| QueenMercury46 22.11.2007 03:19 |
oops. |