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Old 01-14-2016, 10:04 AM   #51 (permalink)
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The main reason I hate most modern Sonic soundtracks is the cheesy, predictable, and unnecessary lyrics. So yes. As I listen to Graceland, I'm very impressed with his wordings.
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Old 01-14-2016, 10:28 AM   #52 (permalink)
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Yes i do but i care more about the overall sound of the song. i think what grabs ppl at first is not what you say, it's how you say it but once you establish that hook i think it's important to put good lyrical content behind it.
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Old 01-14-2016, 10:31 AM   #53 (permalink)
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Big ol' yep from me.

I think lyrics are or should be just as important as the music itself. Bad lyrics or lyrics with an obvious lack of effort kind of make me want to punch holes in walls.
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Old 01-14-2016, 11:47 AM   #54 (permalink)
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Merged with previous thread on the same topic.

My answer: Sometimes. It doesn't have to be so black and white Y/N.
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Old 01-14-2016, 11:50 AM   #55 (permalink)
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While I do find myself on occassion listening to teen anthems and enjoying them, I find the majority of my music has to have complex lyrics to listen to. I think the real art form in music is lyricism.
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Old 01-14-2016, 11:52 AM   #56 (permalink)
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The main reason I hate most modern Sonic soundtracks is the cheesy, predictable, and unnecessary lyrics.
whoa !!!

As for me I'm fairly indifferent to most lyrics. I can't think of any artists/albums/songs that are lifted by superb lyricism. If the rest of the music is not great, the lyrics won't hold enough weight on their own to make it so.
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Old 01-14-2016, 12:06 PM   #57 (permalink)
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While I do find myself on occassion listening to teen anthems and enjoying them, I find the majority of my music has to have complex lyrics to listen to. I think the real art form in music is lyricism.
I somewhat agree but i think the real artform in music is the melody. a good melody can be as emotionally charged as any heartfelt lyrics without the need for words, i think lyrics should be used to add more depth and a message to the melody.
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Old 01-14-2016, 12:06 PM   #58 (permalink)
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Once Beefheart's lyrics sound less and less like meaningless bull****, that elevates it for me. Below is a pretty good example of strong lyricism being the centrepoint of the piece, but the music is also pretty great.



Spoiler for lyrics:
I am born by Caesarian section at 9:30 AM
in Princess Mary's Maternity Hospital
on the 24th May, sixty years ago today,
dangled by the ankle, smacked across the bum,
swaddled in a blanket howling like a wheel.
My big brother Iain on his tip-toes hisses 'I don't like him'.
He's Maradona, I'm Peter Beardsley, chasing a ball through the mud
followed by the kitchen window, bellowing through the fern:
'Boys! Dinner's ready!'
Dad is tuning in the telly beyond a heaving mountain of spaghetti hoops.
I am nothing
You are nothing
Nothing important
Death within a dream
Petrified on the back of a pedallo in the Balearic Sea off Alcudia
I can see the ghost of my uncle Derek waving to us from the beach,
gently drifting out of reach,
the telephone reciever swinging by its cord,
a glass of broken beer expanding on the lino.
My mam slips into the coffin
a polaroid of his sweetheart
Clutching Good-Luck Bear I peer gingerly over the side,
press my nose up to the tide,
and there behold a barracuda chewing on a chrysanthemum
and a family of clownfish hovering in the corpse's hair.
In the scullery of the cub-hut my clarinet falls
into a sack of flour - a flurry of pins
squashed into the leather handle
a crescent moon of stricken fig-wasps.
Drizzling my fingers with The Magic Sponge
Dad says 'we'll probably have to chop them off'.
He collapses like a canvas tent on the floodlit astroturf
rent with a fibula guide-rod poking a hole through his shin
There are teardrops in his moustache
charging a flute of champagne
down the aisle and out for a throw-in
A St.John ambulance careers between the sugary pillars of the wedding cake
A crystal spoon
A pewter tankard
these words inscribed upon the base:
HAPPY RETIREMENT BEST GRANDDAD IN THE WORLD
A toby jug filled to the brim with curtain hooks
A sheepskin rug discoloured with tobacco smoke
within it's braids concealed a rank
of plastic soldiers set to burst underfoot
Berwick in oils: a skiff on the swollen tweed
cradling a false pearl
a ceramic seraph
with an ashtray for a brain
- and I don't care about these things
Why do they remain so clear while the faces of my loved ones disappear?
A Rington's plate
a forking hairline seam of superglue through the Black Gate
a digital photoframe
frozen on an blurry orange thumb
I remember all these things
Old karate trophies
I am tethered by these things
Thimbles and pesatas
I remember all these things
A roll of Woolworth's price stickers
I can see all these things but
where have all my people gone?
In the end it wasn't meant to be.
He was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen.
He survived for seven days
before he slipped away
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Old 01-14-2016, 12:10 PM   #59 (permalink)
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One of my favourite english language lyricists is probably Peter Hammill. His lyrics tend to have a little too much drama and pathos at times, but he's still awesome at what he does.

Spoiler for Long-ass lyrics to a long-ass song:


A Louse is not a Home


Sometimes it's very scary here, sometimes it's very sad,
sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have.
There's a line snaking down my mirror,
splintered glass distorts my face
and though the light is strong and strange
it can't illuminate the musty corners of this place.
There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds;
I draw my murky meanings there
but seven years' dark luck is just around the corner
and in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair.

A cracked mirror 'mid the drapes of the landing:
split image, labored understanding...
I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home.

I've lived in houses composed of glass
where every movement is charted
but now the monitor screens are dark
and I can't tell if silent eyes are there.
My words are spiders upon the page,
they spin out faith, hope and reason -
but are they meet and just, or only dust
gathering about my chair?
Sometimes I get the feeling
that there's someone else there:
the faceless watcher makes me uneasy;
I can feel him through the floorboards,
and His presence is creepy.
He informs me that I shall be expelled.
What is that but out of and into?
I don't know the nature of the door that I'd go through,
I don't know the nature of the nature
that I am inside ....

I've lived in houses of brick and lead
where all emotion is sacred
and if you want to devour the fruit
you must first sniff at the fragrance
and lay your body before the shrine
with poems and posies and papers
or, if you catch the ruse, you'll have to choose
to stay, a monk, or leave, a vagrant.
What is this place you call home?
Is it a sermon or a confession?
Is it the chalice that you use for protection?
Is it really only somewhere you can stay?
Is it a rule-book or a lecture?
Is it a beating at the hands of your Protector?
Does the idol have feet of clay?

Home is what you make it,
so my friends all say,
but I rarely see their homes in these dark days.
Some of them are snails
and carry houses on their backs;
others live in monuments
which, one day, will be racks.
I keep my home in place
with sellotape and tin-tacks;
but I still feel there's some other Force here....

He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls
keeps staring through
the eye-slits of the portraits in my hall.
He ravages my library and taps the telephone.
I've never actually seen Him,
but I know He's in my home
and if he goes away,
I can't stay here either.
I believe...er ...I think...
well, I don't know ......

I only live in one room at a time,
but all of the walls are ears and all the windows, eyes.
Everything else is foreign,
'Home' is my wordless chant :
mmmmmaah!
Give it a chance!

I am surrounded by flesh and bone,
I am a temple of living,
I am a hermit, I am a drone,
and I am boring out a place to be.
With secret garlands about my head
unearthly silence is broke,
the room is growing dark, and in the stark light
I see a face I know.
Could this be the guy who never shows
the cracked mirror what he's feeling,
merely mumbles prayers to the ground where
he's kneeling:
"Home is home is home is home is home is home is me!"?
All you people looking for your houses,
don't throw your weight around,
you might break your glasses
and if you do, you know you just can't see,
and then how are you to find
the dawning of the day?
Day is just a word I use
to keep the dark at bay
and people are imaginary, nothing else exists
except the room I'm sitting in,
and, of course, the all-pervading mist -
sometimes I wonder if even that's real.

Maybe I should de-louse this place,
maybe I should de-place this louse,
maybe I'll maybe my life away
in the confines of this silent house.

Sometimes it's very scary here, sometimes it's very sad,
sometimes I think I'll disappear,sometimes I think ..... I....
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Old 01-14-2016, 12:42 PM   #60 (permalink)
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F*ck, i might as well use a song to prove my point too.



The music arrangement in this song great and the lyrics adorn it with short verses that say alot with just a few words. for exmpl the lyrics start.

"I used to have some fun
Me and everyone
But now im just employed"

To me those 3 simple lines say so much, from the displeasement of growing up and dealing with responsibilities to the monotony of ppl's work routine and while it says all that it also sets the tone for the vocals of the song. even if you don't relate to the lyrics you can still perceive a similar tone in the melody itself.
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