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Originally Posted by Rob Instigator
blind date with the chancer
we had oysters and dry Lancer's
and the check when it arrived
we went dutch dutch dutch
a redder shade of neck
on a whiter shade of trash
and this emery board is giving me a rash
I'm flat out
you're so beautiful to look at when you cry
freeze, don't move
you've been chosen as an extra in the movie
adaptation of the sequel to your life
this is pure unadulterated lyrical GOLD baby, and infinitely better than even the very best that interpol can come up with
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Funnily enough, that is precisely the song I was thinking of. 'This emery board is giving me a rash' is as forced a rhyme as Interpol's (having only paid attention to their lyrics in that article). 'You've been chosen as an extra...' is in the same league as the contrived 'pithy' miserablist horseshit that that Corgan cunt would pipe out.
Now, I suppose it's only fair I contribute herewith:
The Fall; Hank Williams; Dolly Parton (pre-80s); Low; Leonard Cohen... I have difficulties after that - a lot of my favourite lyricists lately have been in languages I don't speak - Datblygu have a gorgeous scansion, or phonemics, but I've no idea if I'd think the same if I spoke Welsh. Haino, Diamanda, Brel, Piaf etc.
I'm more interested in how people
use words (I concur with Marras' recent post) for sonic affect - someone like Converge or Napalm Death make great lyricists for me because they alienate me from a language I speak. I'm very picky about writers and poets, and that translates into a blanket disdain for the majority of lyricists.