Greatest Lyricists/Musicians-as-Poets!
Joanna Newsom.
Only Skin.- "Last week our picture window produced a half-word
- heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird.
- We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
- and pant and labour over every intake.
- //
- I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace
- then thought I ought to take her to a higher place,
- said: 'dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you
- and though you die, bird, you will have a fine view'
- //
- then in my hot hand
- she slumped her sick weight
- we tramped through the poison oak
- heartbroke and inchoate.
- //
- The dogs were snapping
- so you cuffed their collars
- while I climbed the tree-house
- then how I hollered!
- cause she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two
- //
- then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew
- (while, back in the world that moves, often
- according to the hoarding of these clues
- dogs still run roughly around
- little tufts of finch-down).
- //
- The cities we passed were a flickering wasteland
- but his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless
- while down in the lowlands the crops are all coming;
- we have everything.
- Life is thundering blissful towards death
- in a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness."
- Sawdust & 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?
- //...//
- Though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to break,
- still, my dear, I would have walked you to the 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?"
- Clam Crab Cockle Cowrie.
- "Your skin is something that I stir into my tea"
- Does Not Suffice.
- "I will pack all my pretty dresses,
- I will box up my high-heeled shoes.
- A sparkling ring for every finger,
- I'll put away and hide from view.
- //
- Coats of boucle, jacquard and cashmere,
- Cartouche and tweed, all silver-shot,
- And everything that could remind you
- Of how easy I was not.
- //
- I'll tuck away my gilded buttons.
- I'll bind my silks in shapeless bales.
- Wrap it all up in reams o' tissue
- And then I'll kiss you sweet farewell.
- //...//
- It does not suffice for you to say I am a sweet girl,
- Or to say you hate to see me sad because of you.
- It does not suffice to merely lie beside each other
- As those who love each other do.
- //
- I picture you rising up in the morning
- Stretching out on your boundless bed
- Beating a clear path to the shower,
- Scouring yourself red.
- //
- The tap of hangers swaying in the closet,
- Unburdened hooks and empty drawers,
- And everywhere I tried to love you
- Is yours again and only yours."
Bob Dylan.
Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands.- "With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
- And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
- And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
- Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
- With your pockets well protected at last,
- And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
- And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
- Who among them do they think could carry you?
- Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
- Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
- My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
- Should I leave them by your gate,
- Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? "
- Desolation Row.
- "They're selling postcards of the hanging
- They're painting the passports brown
- The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
- The circus is in town
- Here comes the blind commissioner
- They've got him in a trance
- One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
- The other is in his pants
- And the riot squad they're restless
- They need somewhere to go
- As Lady and I look out tonight
- From Desolation Row
- //...//
- Yes, I received your letter yesterday
- About the time the door knob broke
- When you asked how I was doing
- Was that some kind of joke?
- All these people that you mention
- Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
- I had to rearrange their faces
- And give them all another name
- Right now I can't read too good
- Don't send me no more letters no
- Not unless you mail them
- From Desolation Row."
- 4th Time Around.
- "When she said,
- "Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
- I cried she was deaf.
- And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
- Then said, "What else you got left?"
- It was then that I got up to leave
- But she said, "Don't forget,
- Everybody must give something back
- For something they get."
- //
- I stood there and hummed,
- I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
- And she buttoned her boot,
- And straightened her suit,
- Then she said, "Don't get cute."
- So I forced my hands in my pockets
- And felt with my thumbs,
- And gallantly handed her
- My very last piece of gum.
- //
- She threw me outside,
- I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
- And after finding I'd
- Forgotten my shirt,
- I went back and knocked.
- I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
- And I tried to make sense
- Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
- That leaned up against . . ."
Leonard Cohen.
The Stranger Song.- "It's true that all the men you knew
- were dealers who said they were through
- with dealing every time you gave them shelter.
- I know that kind of man, it's hard to hold the hand of anyone
- who is reaching for the sky just to surrender."
- Susanne.
- "And Jesus was a sailor
- When he walked upon the water
- And he spent a long time watching
- From his lonely wooden tower
- And when he knew for certain
- Only drowning men could see him
- He said "All men will be sailors then
- Until the sea shall free them"
- But he himself was broken
- Long before the sky would open
- Forsaken, almost human
- He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone.
- And you want to travel with him
- And you want to travel blind
- And you think maybe you'll trust him
- For he's touched your perfect body
- with his mind. "
Bruce Springsteen.
Thunder Road.- "The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways,
- Like a vision she dances across the porch
- As the radio plays.
- Roy Orbison singing for the lonely,
- Hey that's me and I want you only,
- Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again.
- Don't run back inside, darling you know just what I'm here for--
- So you're scared and you're thinking
- That maybe we ain't that young anymore.
- Show a little faith, there's magic in the night;
- You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
- And that's alright with me."
Syd Barrett.
Dark Globe.- "Oh where are you now, pussywillow that smiled on this leaf
- When I was alone, you promised the stone from your heart
- //
- My head kissed the ground
- I was half the way down
- Treading the sand
- Please, please lift a hand
- I'm only a person
- Whose armbands beat
- On his hands hang tall
- //
- Won't you miss me? Wouldn't you miss me at all?
- //
- The poppy birds way
- Swing twigs coffee brands around
- Brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
- //
- My head kissed the ground
- I was half the way down
- Treading the sand
- Please, please, please lift a hand
- I'm only a person with eskimo chain
- I tattooed my brain all the way
- //
- Won't you miss me? Wouldn't you miss me at all? "
Lisa Germano.
... A Psychopath.- "A baseball bat,
- A baseball bat beside my bed...
- I'll wait around and wait around
- And wait--
- //
- I hear a noise, I hear a noise.
- Well, I hear something...
- I am alone, you win again,
- I'm paralyzed...
- //
- I drift away, I'll drift away.
- Am I asleep yet?
- //
- I hear a scream, I see me scream,
- Is it from memory?
- Am I awake, am I alone,
- When it is sunrise?
- //
- A baseball bat, a thing of mace--
- That thing of mace, the thing of mace,
- Where did I leave it?
- //
- A psychopath, a psychopath
- He says he loves me
- //
- And I'm alone, and I am cold and paralyzed.
- I can't move ."
Nick Cave.
The Ship Song.- "Come loose your dogs upon me
- and let your hair hang down;
- you are a little mystery to me,
- every time you come around.
- //
- We talk about it all night long,
- we define our moral ground,
- but when I crawl into your arms
- everything comes tumbling down.
- //
- Come sail your ships around me
- and burn your bridges down;
- we make a little history, baby,
- every time you come around.
- //
- Your face has fallen sad now
- for you know the time is nigh
- when I must remove your wings
- and you, you must try to fly."
David Thomas (Pere Ubu).
Sentimental Journey.- "Window
- my size
- Outside
- monoxide
- Inside
- paradise
- Curtain
- no breeze
- //
- Motion
- attraction
- Here she comes
- girl
- She says
- Why don't you just go home?
- I don't know
- I guess I'll go home"
Paul Westerberg (the Replacements).
Answering Machine.- "Try to free a slave of ignorance
- Try and teach a whore about romance
- //
- How do you say I miss you to
- An answering machine?
- How do you say good night to
- An answering machine?
- How do you say I'm lonely to
- An answering machine?
- The message is very plain
- Oh, I hate your answering machine
- I hate your answering machine
- I hate your answering machine...
- //
- 2-1-2, 3-1-3..."
Jeff Mangum (Neutral Milk Hotel).
Holland, 1945.- "The only girl I've ever loved
- Was born with roses in her eyes
- But then they buried her alive
- One evening, 1945
- With just her sister at her side
- And only weeks before the guns
- All came and rained on everyone
- Now she's a little boy in Spain
- Playing pianos filled with flames
- On empty rings around the sun
- All sing to say my dream has come.
- //
- But now we must pick up every piece
- Of the life we used to love
- Just to keep ourselves
- At least enough to carry on!
- //...//
- And here's where your mother sleeps
- And here is the room where your brothers were born
- Indentions in the sheets
- Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
- And it's so sad to see the world agree
- That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
- All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes."
Lou Reed (Velvet Underground).
Heroin.- "I don't know just where I'm going
- But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
- 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
- When I put a spike into my vein
- And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
- When I'm rushing on my run
- And I feel just like Jesus' son
- And I guess that I just don't know
- And I guess that I just don't know...
- //...//
- Heroin, be the death of me.
- Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life,
- Because a main up to my vein
- Leads to a center in my head
- And then I'm better off and dead
- Because when the smack begins to flow
- I really don't care anymore
- About all the Jim-Jim's in this town
- And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds
- And everybody puttin' everybody else down
- And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds!"
Ian Curtis (Joy Division).
Twenty Four Hours.- "So this is permanence, love's shattered pride,
- What once was innocence, turned on its side.
- Grey cloud hangs over me, marks every move
- Deep in the memory of what once was love.
- //
- Oh, how I realised how I wanted time
- Put into perspective, tried so hard to find.
- Just for one moment I thought I'd found my way
- Destiny unfolded, I watched it slip away.
- //
- Excessive flashpoints, beyond all reach.
- Solitary demands for all I'd like to keep.
- Let's take a ride out, see what we can find,
- A valueless collection of hopes and past desires.
- //
- I never realised the lengths I'd have to go;
- All the darkest corners of a sense I didn't know.
- Just for one moment I heard somebody call,
- Looked beyond the day in hand, there's nothing there at all
- //
- Now that I've realised how it's all gone wrong
- Got to find some therapy, this treatment takes too long.
- Deep in the heart of where sympathy held sway
- Got to find my destiny before it gets too late. "
Daniel Johnston.
Devil Town.- “i was livin' in a devil town
- didn't know it was a devil town
- oh lord it really brings me down
- about the devil town
- and all my friends were vampires
- didn't know they were vampires
- turns out i was a vampire myself
- in the devil town
- i was livin' in a devil town
- didn't know it was a devil town
- oh lord it really brings me down
- about the devil town”
Mick Jagger (Rolling Stones).
Let It Loose.- ”Who's that woman on your arm
- all dressed up to do you harm?
- And I'm hip to what she'll do,
- give her just about a month or two.
- Bit off more than I can chew
- and I knew what it was leading to.
- Some things, well, I can't refuse:
- One of them, the bedroom blues.”
Cole Porter.
Night And Day.- "Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom
- When the jungle shadows fall,
- Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock
- As it stands against the wall,
- Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops
- When the summer shower is through,
- So a voice within me keeps repeating
- You, you, you:
- //
- Night and day, you are the one--
- Only you, beneath the moon or under the sun;
- Whether near to me, or far,
- It's no matter darling where you are:
- I think of you.
- Day and night, night and day, why is it so
- //
- That this longing for you follows wherever I go?
- In the roaring traffic's boom,
- In the silence of my lonely room
- I think of you
- Day and night...
- //
- Night and day, under the hide of me
- There's an ,oh, such a hungry yearning burning inside of me,
- And this torment won't be through
- Until you let me spend my life making love to you
- Day and night, night and day."
Laura Nyro.
Poverty Train.- "You can see the walls roar,
- see your brains on the floor,
- become God,
- become crippled,
- become funky
- and split.
- Why was I born?
- //
- I just saw the Devil
- and he's smilin' at me!
- I heard my bones cry
- 'Devil, why's it got to be?'
- Devil played with my brother
- Devil drove my mother
- Now the tears in the gutter
- are floodin the sea.
- Why was I born?"
Tom Verlaine (Television).
Marquee Moon.- "I remember-- how the darkness doubled
- I recall-- lightning struck itself.
- I was listening, listening to the rain,
- I was hearing, hearing something else.
- //
- Life in the hive puckered up my night,
- the kiss of death, the embrace of life.
- There I stand neath the Marquee Moon
- Just waiting...
- //
- I spoke to a man down at the tracks.
- I asked him how he don't go mad.
- He said "Look here junior, don't you be so happy.
- And for Heaven's sake, don't you be so sad."
- //
- [chorus...]
- Hesitating...
- //
- Well a Cadillac pulled out of the graveyard.
- Pulled up to me and they said get in.
- Then the Cadillac, it puttered back into the graveyard.
- And me, I got out again.
- //
- [chorus...]
- I ain't waiting!"
Neil Halstead (Slowdive/Mojave 3).
In Love With A View.- "I had a plan
- that was built on thinking to long
- Canadian winters
- at home with your sisters
- the romance was hard to ignore
- you were beautiful
- I was happy to fall
- so happy to fall
- //
- I remember you searching
- I thought you were searching
- that's how I picked up the phone
- happy to hear you remembered the view
- so glad to assume it was fate
- I thought at the time it was clear
- I thought at the time it was clear
- //
- So I stood at the station
- with a plan and a pocket of poems
- heroically tragic
- bearded and blind with obsession
- I'm a car without hope
- too close to the ditch to go far
- I showed you my field
- I said this is my field
- but you weren't impressed
- //
- You said why are we here
- your motives aren't clear
- in this room with a view
- and so much of you
- is so far from here
- it's so far from here
- //
- Oh my heart
- it just fell apart
- by the sound of your voice
- and I wished I could show you
- the same view
- of you by the window and me
- feeling fine
- And me just feeling fine"
Van Dyke Parks.
Surf's Up (with Brian Wilson).- "A diamond necklace played the pawn.
- Hand in hand, some drummed along
- to a handsome man and baton.
- A blind class aristocracy.
- Back through the opera glass you see
- the pit and the pendulum drawn.
- Columnated ruins domino!
- //
- Are you sleeping?
- //
- Hung velvet over taking me.
- Dim chandelier awaken me
- to a song dissolved in the dawn.
- The music hall - A costly bow.
- The music, all is lost for now,
- to a muted trumpeter swan.
- Columnated ruins domino!
- //
- Canvas the town and brush the back-drop.
- Are you sleeping? Brother John?
- //
- Dove nested towers -
- the hour was strike the street, quicksilver moon.
- Carriage across the fog-two-step to lamplight cellar tune.
- The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne.
- //
- The glass was raised, the fire rose,
- The fullness of the wine,
- A dim last toasting.
- While at Port, adieu or die.
- A choke of grief, heart-hardened, I,
- beyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry.
- //
- Surf's Up! Aboard a tidal wave.
- Come about hard and join the young
- and often spring you gave.
- //
- I heard the word. Wonderful thing! A children's song.
- A children's song - have you listened as they play?
- Their song is love and the children know the way. "
Richard Hell (& The Voidoids).
Blank Generation.- ”I was sayin let me out of here before I was
- even born--it's such a gamble when you get a face
- It's fascinatin to observe what the mirror does
- but when I dine it's for the wall that I set a place.
- //
- I belong to the blank generation and
- I can take it or leave it each time
- I belong to the ______ generation but
- I can take it or leave it each time”
Sufjan Stevens.
Flint (For The Underpaid and Unemployed).- ”Since the first of June,
- lost my job and lost my room.
- I pretend to try,
- even if I tried alone
- //
- I forgot the part,
- use my hands to use my heart.
- Even if I died alone...”
Stephen Sondheim.
No One Is Alone (from Into The Woods).- "No one here to guide you,
- Now you're on your own.
- Only me beside you.
- Still you're not alone.
- No one is alone, truly.
- No one is alone.
- Sometimes people leave you
- Halfway through the wood.
- Others may deceive you.
- You decide what's good.
- You decide alone,
- But no one is alone.
- //...//
- Witches can be right,
- Giants can be good,
- You decide what's right,
- You decide what's good.
- Just remember
- Someone is on your side
- Someone else is not
- While you're seeing your side
- Maybe you forgot;
- They are not alone.
- No one is alone. "
Colin Meloy (the Decemberists).
The Hazards Of Love.- This whole set of lyrics is good enough to bring Henry Purcell back from the dead to make music for it better than this band ever could.
Jello Biafra (Dead Kennedys).
Holiday In Cambodia.- "So you been to schools for a year or two
- And you know you've seen it all
- In daddy's car, thinking you'll go far.
- Back east your type don't crawl.
- //
- Play ethnic jazz
- To parade your snazz
- On your five grand stereo,
- Bragging that you know
- How the niggers feel cold
- And the slum's got so much soul!
- //
- It's time to taste what you most fear.
- Right Guard will not help you here.
- Brace yourself, my dear...
- //
- It's a holiday in Cambodia,
- It's tough, kid, but it's life!
- It's a holiday in Cambodia,
- Don't forget to pack a wife!
- //...//
- And it's a holiday in Cambodia
- Where you'll do what you're told!
- A holiday in Cambodia
- Where the slum's got so much soul!"
Morrissey (the Smiths).
Asleep.- “Sing to me,
- I don't want to wake up
- On my own any more.
- Don't feel bad for me,
- I want you to know
- deep in the cell of my heart,
- I really want to go.
- There is another world,
- there is a better world.
- Well, there must be...
- Bye, bye.”
Robert Pollard (Guided By Voices).
I Am A Scientist.- “i am a scientist - i seek to understand me
- all of my impurities and evils yet unknown
- i am a journalist - i write to you to show you
- i am an incurable
- and nothing else behaves like me
- //
- and i know what's right
- but i'm losing sight
- of the clues for which i search and choose
- to abuse
- to just unlock my mind
- yeah, and just unlock my mind
- //
- i am a pharmacist
- prescriptions i will fill you
- potions, pills and medicines
- to ease your painful lives
- i am a lost soul
- i shoot myself with rock & roll
- the hole i dig is bottomless
- but nothing else can set me free”
Avey Tare (Animal Collective).
Spirit They've Vanished.- “As the childhood ends
- Turn it fast
- As one mild day steals
- Someone's soul
- Into 20 years
- In spirit they've vanished
- And I'll show you why
- They'll make you take elderly paths by this time
- If we would just dump it
- In the sea and fly
- It's hard to just kiss our
- Child games goodbye”
Dorian Cox (the Long Blondes).
You Could Have Both.- "I feel like C.C. Baxter in Wilder's Apartment,
- That particular arrangement just came out of the blue
- And who was it who sang 'I know that you love one
- So why can't you love two?'?
- I was in full-time education when I got scared of the future
- And I've only got a job so I don't disappoint my mother.
- It's like I've painted myself into a social corner;
- Well, that's what happens when you listen to
- Saint Scott Walker
- On headphones
- On the bus.
- What about us? What about us?
- My friends come round and they ask me 'What about us?'
- You know that I, I don't kid myself about happy endings,
- I'm too old for all that now,
- But you don't have to worry that much about the future
- And it's not as if you ever did before
- Because you'll always have everything just as you want it
- And there'll always be a phone to ring at three in the morning
- And you'll always have someone who'll drive you home
- Yes, you'll always have someone, someone to drive you home.
- Someone to drive you home.
- //...//
- Just when you're ready to take on the world
- Some other girl had to get there first
- And it's obvious that you're a man that's after her own heart
- But you know where I am
- And you know what I want
- And I know I'll never have you completely alone
- So I'm trying to draw up a contingency plan
- And it's obvious that you're a man that's after her own heart
- But you know where I am
- And you know that you could have both!"
VERY HEAVILY UNDER CONSTRUCTION STILL... MOSTLY BECAUSE IT'S A BITCH TO FORMAT PROPERLY
Other contenders in no order at all:
Gil Scott-Heron
Maynard Keenan (Tool)
Matt Berninger (The National)
Karin Andersson-Dreijer (The Knife, Fever Ray)
Jim Steinman
Andrew Eldritch (Sisters Of Mercy)
Loreena McKennit
Eleanor Friedburger (Fiery Furnaces)
Randy Newman
Mark Kozelek (Red House Painters)
Tom Waits
Cedric Bixler-Zavala (The Mars Volta)
Mary Margaret O'Hara
Thom Yorke (Radiohead)
David Bowie
Stephen Malkmus (Pavement)
Amanda Palmer (Dresden Dolls)
John Lennon (Beatles)
George Harrison (Beatles)
Saul Williams
Grace Slick (Jefferson Airplane)
Paul Kantner (Jefferson Airplane)
Frank Zappa
Mark Stewart (The Pop Group)
Robert Wyatt
Frank Black (Pixies)
Paul Simon
Van Morrisson
Chuck D (Public Enemy)
Captain Beefheart
James Murphy (LCD Soundsystem)
Tim Buckley
John Darnielle (Mountain Goats)
Will Oldham
David Byrne (Talking Heads)
Alan Sparhawk/Mimi Parker (Low)
Paul Haines
Joni Mitchell
Jamie Stewart (Xiu Xiu)
Liz Phair
Gareth Campesino (Los Campesinos!)
Neil Young
Sinéad O'Connor
Stuart Murdoch (Belle & Sebastian)
Nick Drake
Bryan Ferry (Roxy Music)
Nico
Win Butler (Arcade Fire)
Alanis Morissette
Robbie Robertson (The Band)
Scott Walker
Beth Gibbon (Portishead)
Carole King
Brian McMahan (Slint)
Patti Smith
Sage Francis
Ray Davies (Kinks)
Stephin Merritt (Magnetic Fields)
Panda Bear (Animal Collective)








Interesting list.
I'd consider adding Brian Eno to the list of lyricists, down there.
The reason Eno isn't on there is because I haven't given a good listen to a large portion of his work so I can't really say anything one way or another about him. But I've been meaning to listen to his stuff for a damn long time and once I do, he'll probably show up on here.
Thanks for the suggestion and glad you like the list!
No problem.
I was glad to see Hell up there...massively underrated lyricist.
The Voidoids also feature some of Robert Quine's finest guitarwork!
Hell and Jello Biafra were probably the smartest punk singers.
I really gotta disagree with this list on principle. Only because lyrics are (essentially) meaningless without the context of the music. When you read them as poetry, they sound merely like bad poetry. The opening Newsom song is a shining example.
"Last week our picture window produced a half-word
heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird.
We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
and pant and labour over every intake.
//
I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace
then thought I ought to take her to a higher place,
said: 'dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you
and though you die, bird, you will have a fine view'
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Just look at the childish rhyming scheme, which is not charming but just sort of amateurish. word/bird rattlesnake/intake (! wtf!) grace/place you/view, i mean really quite bad.
We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake/and pant and labour over every intake
makes no sense and is just arbitrary rhymes that sound cute. Beefheart busts her hymen open, but even his stuff is not great poetry. I have no problem that you dig this stuff, it's better than most lyrics that get written. I object to the objective posturing that goes on without really examining the lyrics themselves and the sort of massive listing of a large amount of artists for no apparent reason, other than to say "trust me, I know what I'm talking about".
The worst is Lisa Germano who is a terrible poet and the lines you quoted only sound haunting set against the music. Otherwise it sounds like something my little sister scribbled in a rare burst of creativity. Or maybe the Nick Cave one is worse, composed entirely of cliches. Again, this works in songwriting, but it is terrible poetry.
So complex rhyme schemes are the yardstick by which poetry must be judged? Shit, someone should have clued in Robert Frost.
In typical form, you're pretending to engage the topic, but it's clear it's just a pretext for your incoherent ramblings. He's clearly not judging the lyrics in comparison to Wordsworth, Whitman, Dickinson and Khayyam; the list is obviously derived from the medium of music. It's all about songwriting, as can be easily gleaned from the list title, I'm not sure how you missed that part.
I love how you have the nerve to accuse anyone of "objective posturing", you must be irony impaired.
I do agree that lyrics, even the greatest lyrics, have little meaning to me without the music and the particular way a singer sings the words. Lisa Germano could sing the alphabet and i would enjoy it; and, there is a difference between the Down Colorful Hill version of "Down Colorful Hill" and the live version on Little Drummer Boy. But, I can read lyrics that are "poetry", which is a term that I have yet to understand to have a definitive meaning (Gertrude Stein, Wordsworth's "Michael", etc.).
I think "Heroin" is just as good as any other poem written in that time, as well as all of the songs off of Songs of Leonard Cohen, and "Desolation Row" (among others by Dylan).
What is good poetry? When does good poetry become good? What is an example of bad poetry by a good poet?
I can only think of two artists right now who were published poets before they became "lyricists"--Leonard Cohen and Patti Smith--which songs that were later recorded came from their published poetry. Dylan has since been anthologized in poetry books, though that is largely due to his pop culture status, as is with most poets who get more coverage in those same anthologies. I think Beefheart has had poetry books released, if not there is one album of just his words, but it made up of previously recorded material.
I guess what I want to know is what I asked above, which is, when do a collection of words become poetry? Is it like a chair? That is, a chair only becomes a chair when you sit down on it, or is it anything that resembles other things that you have sat on before in shape and material?
I know there are famous definitions given by famous poets on what constitutes "poetry" versus prose, or just a random collection of words. I would like to know if you have an answer. I am not just poking the chimp in the cage waiting for the feces. I know that I used to think I could write poetry that was good and bad--those days are either gone or are buried--and be able to at least tell the difference between poetry I liked vs. poetry I did not like (essentially good vs. bad poetry). But, lately I have been reading my anthologies again, and some of the greats are boring, or I think have almost no value at all, and I am talking about poets like Yeats, Stein, Dickinson, and others that I used to think were not good but GREAT.
This is a shameless plug, but is this poetry? I will be putting up more stuff that I wrote before if i feel it is decent enough, or if I think it is as finished as I can make it. Some of the stuff will be more "conventional" and other stuff much more "experimental", though not new in poetic theory, that i know of. Also, some songs that I plan to get recorded at least as demos.
I don't think I can answer this?
It always felt like these "WHAT IS POETRY, REALLY?" discussions just go in circles.
For the purposes of this list I can basically just say that lineation is the definition enough.