It's, erm, hard to notice.

[acousticrock87]

Hilarity aside, what classifies Bright Eyes as shit music? Not bitter, just honestly curious. I mean his majority fan base is a bunch of pussies, but I don't get why people give the music flak.

[Cantankerous]

Originally Posted by acousticrock87

Hilarity aside, what classifies Bright Eyes as shit music? Not bitter, just honestly curious. I mean his majority fan base is a bunch of pussies, but I don't get why people give the music flak.

it sounds bad to my ears. it just does.

[uhler]

well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings
mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches!
(damn things nearly hardly flap)
canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures
that look like...
long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl
(like a ground -plan of Hell)
curse these smartin strings! these fucken ruptures!
enough! enough is enough!
(if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out)
if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out
ah caint tolerate this ol tin-tub
so fulla trash and rats! Felt one crawl across mah soul
for a seckon there , as thought as wassa back down in the ghetto!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
ah'm bailin out! there's a mutiny in Heaven!

ah wassa born...
and Lord shakin, even then was dumpt into some icy font,
like some great stinky unclean!
from slum-chuch to slum-church, ah spilt mah heart
to some fat cunt behind a screen...

evil poppin eye presst up to the opening
he'd slide shut the lil perforated hatch...at night mah body
blusht
to the whistle of the birch
with a lil practice ah soon learnt to use in on mahself
punishment?! reward!! punishment?! reward!!
well, ah tied on...percht on mah bed ah was...
sticken a needle in mah arm...

ah tied off! fucken wings burst out mah back
(like ah was cuttin teeth!!)
ah took off!!!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
there's a mutiny in Heaven!

oh lord, ah git down on mah knees
(ah git down on mah knees and start to pray)


wrapped in mah mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze
in the howlin wind and drivin rain
(all the trash blowin round 'n' round)
from slum-heaven into town
ah take mah tiny pain and rollin back mah sleeve
(roll anna roll anna roll anna roll)
ah yank the drip outa mah vein! UTOPIATE! ah'm bailin out!
UTOPIATE!
if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out!
mah threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse
thoughts come like a plague to the head...in god's house!
mutiny in Heaven!
(ars infectio porco Dio)
to the plank!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
ah'm bailin out!
(hail Hypuss Dermio Vita Rex!)
hole inna ghetto! hole inna ghetto!
(Scabio Murem per Sanctum...Dio, Dio, Dio)

[uhler]

H! A! M! L! E! T! Yeah...

Hamlet's fishing in the grave
a-fishing in the grave
thru the custard bones and stuff
he ain't got no friend in there
no he ain't got no friend in there
I believe our man's in love
Hamlet got a gun-now
he wears a crucifix
he wears a crucifix
pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow
Hamlet move so beautiful
moves so beautiful
walking thru the flowers
waving to the people
all those beautiful people
lying in the shadows
he's movin' down the street-now
he likes the look of that Cadillac
and now he wants that Cadillac
pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow
is this love some kinda love
is this love some kinda love
now he's comin' down my street
crawling up my stairs
he's coming to my room
he's knocking on my door
WHERE FOR ART THOU BABY-FACE
where... for... art... thou...
pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow
is this love
is this love
POW!
he shoot it inside
he shoot it inside
POW!
some kinda love...
don't let 'em steal your heart away
he went and stole my heart POW!
hey hey hey POW!!

Originally Posted by acousticrock87

Hilarity aside, what classifies Bright Eyes as shit music? Not bitter, just honestly curious. I mean his majority fan base is a bunch of pussies, but I don't get why people give the music flak.

His music makes me feel soporific. Personal taste.

[Toilet & Bowels]

haha cantankerous is a flid

[✌➬]

Originally Posted by sarramkrop

Somebody please stop Sufjan 'I'm a Twat' Stevens and Bright fucking Eyes from breathing.

Oh god yes, they suck major balls.

[PAULYBEE2656]

has no one mentioned nick cave yet????????? im amazed if he hasnt been mentioned

My face is finished
my body's gone
and I can't help but think
standin' up here in all this applause
and gazin' down at all the young and the beautiful
with their questioning eyes
that I must above all things love myself
that I must above all things love myself
that I must above all things love myself

I saw a girl in the crowd
I ran over I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
but she said that she didn't want to

I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed my hair across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
that she just didn't want to

I read her (don't know) and I read her Yeats
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
but still she just never wanted to

I bought her a dozen snow white doves
I did auditions(?) in rubber gloves
I called her honey bee, I called her love
but she just still didn't want to
she just never wants to
Damn!

I sent her every type of flower
I played the guitar by the hour
I padded her revolted little (don't know)
but still she just didn't want to

I wrote a song with 100 lines
I picked a bunch of dandelions
I walked her through the trembling pines
but she just even then didn't want to
she just never wants to

I thought I'd try another 'tack
I'd drink a liter of cognac
I threw up down her back
but she just laughed and said she just didn't want to

I thought I'd have another go
I called her my little ho
I felt like (don't know) soul must feel when
she said that she just never wanted to
she just didn't want to

I got the no pussy blues (rep.)

Seems I was wrong with the flowers...

or......

Father says it, mother says it
Sister says it, brother says it
Uncle says it, Auntie says it
Everyone at the party says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The horse says it, the pig says it
The judge in his wig says it
The fox and the rabbit
And the nun in her habit says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

My mate Bill Gates says it
The President of the United States says it
The slacker and the worker
The girl in her burqa says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The general with his tank says it
The man at the bank says it
The soldier with his rocket
And the mouse in my pocket says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The drug-addled wreck
With a needle in his neck says it
The drunk says it, punk says it
The brave Buddhist monk says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you´re doing and come around
We can hold hands till the sun goes down
Cause I know
That you
And I
Can be
Together
Cause I love you

The blind referee says it
The unlucky amputee says it
The giant killer bee
Landing on my knee says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The cop with his breathalyser
The paddy with his fertiliser
The man in the basement
That´s getting a taste for it says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The fucked-up Rastafarian says it
The dribbling libertarian says it
The sweet little Goth
With the ears of cloth says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe´ I´m on fire

The cross-over country singer says it
The hump-backed bell ringer says it
The swinger, the flinger
The outraged right-winger says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The man going hiking says it
The misunderstood Viking says it
The man at the rodeo
And the lonely old Eskimo says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

Chorus

The mild little Christian says it
The wild Sonny Liston says it
The pimp and the gimp
And the guy with the limp says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The blind piano tuner says it
The Las Vegas crooner says it
The hooligan mooner
Holding a schooner says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The Chinese contortionist says it
The backyard abortionist says it
The poor Pakistani
With his lamb Bhirriani says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The hopeless defendant says it
The toilet attendant says it
The pornographer, the stenographer
The fashion photographer says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The college professor says it
The vicious cross-dresser says it
Grandma and Grandpa
In the back of the car says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

Chorus

The hack at the doorstep says it
The midwife with her forceps says it
The demented young lady
Who is roasting her baby
On the fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The athlete with his hernia says it
Picasso with his Guernica says it
My wife with her furniture
Everybody!
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The laughing hyena says it
The homesick polish cleaner says it
The man from the Klan
With a torch in his hand says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The Chinese herbologist says it
The Christian apologist says it
The dog and the frog
Sitting on a log says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The foxhunting toff says it
The horrible moth says it
The doomed homosexual
With the persistent cough says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

Chorus

The Papist with his soul says it
The rapist on a roll says it
Jack says it, Jill says it
As they roll down the hill
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The clever circus flea says it
The sailor on the sea says it
The man from the Daily Mail
With his dead refugee says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The hymen-busting Zulu says it
The proud kangaroo says it
The koala, the echidna
And the platypus too says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The disgraced country vicar says it
The crazed guitar picker says it
The beatnik, the peacenik
The apparachick says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The deranged midnight stalker says it
Garcia Lorca says it
The hit man, Walt Whitman
And the haliototic talker says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

Chorus

The wine taster with his nose says it
The fireman with his hose says it
The pedestrian, the equestrian
The tap-dancer with his toes says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The beast in the beauty pageant
The pimply real estate agent
The beach-comber, the roamer
The girl in a coma says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The old rock´n´roller
With his two-seater stroller
And the fan in the van
With the abominable plan says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The menstruating Jewess says it
The nervous stewardess says it
The hijacker, the backpacker
The cunning safecracker says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The sports commentator says it
The old alligator says it
The tennis pro with his racquet
The loon in the straight jacket
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

Chorus

The butcher with his cleaver says it
The mad basket weaver says it
The jaded boxing writer
And the glass-jawed fighter says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The old town cryer says it
The inveterate liar says it
The pilchard, the bream
And the trout in the stream
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The war correspondent says it
The enthused and the despondent says it
The electrician, the mortician
And the man going fishin´ says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The cattleman from Down Under says it
The patriot with his plunder says it
Watching a boat of full of refugees
Sinking into the sea
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The silicone junky says it
The corporate flunky says it
The Italian designer
With his rickshaw in China says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

Chorus

The trucker with his juggernaut says it
The lost astronaut says it
The share cropper, the bent copper
The compulsive shopper says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

The Viennese vampire says it
The cowboy round his campfire says it
The game show panellist
The Jungian analyst says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

Warren says it, Blixa says it
The lighting guy and mixer says it
Mick says it, Marty says it
Everyone at the party says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on Fire


The hairy arachnophobic says it
The scary agoraphobic says it
The mother, the brother
And the decomposing lover says
Babe, I´m on fire
Babe, I´m on fire

[PAULYBEE2656]

or

I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die
You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children all have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they gotta die

or

Well the night was deep and the night was dark
And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town
Some big ceremony was going down
Dancers writhed and squirmed and then,
Came apart and then writhed again
Like squirming flies on a pin
In the heat and in the din
Yes, in the heat and in the din
I fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn

Well, midnite came and clock did strike
And in she came, did John Finn's wife
With legs like scissors and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and flaming eyes
And a crimson carnation in her teeth
Carving her way through the dance floor
And I'm standing over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Yeah, every eye gaping on John Finn's wife

Now John Finn's wife was something of a mystery
In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty
I had brass knuckles and a bolo knife
Over near the bandstand with John Finn's wife
She got perfumed breasts and raven hair
Sprinkled with wedding confettis
And a gang of garrotters were all giving me stares
Armed, as they were, with machetes
And the night through the window was full of lights
Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife
Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife

Next came the cops, all out on the town
But it don't look like no trouble there
As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits
And I slip my hand between the thighs of John Finn's wife
And they seemed to yawn awake, her things
It was a warm and very ferocious night
The moon full of blood and light
And my eyes grew small and my eyes grew tight
As I plotted in the ear of John Finns' wife

Enter John Finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick black eyes and black cheroot
With his filled-down teeth and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of pistols in his pockets
Aiming at me and aiming at his wife
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John Finns' wife is all
And the three of us walk out of the hall

Now the night bore down upon us all
You could hear the crickets in the thickets call
And guns did flare and guns did bawl
And I planted my bolo knife in the neck
Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched life
Now I'm over near the bandstand
Every hand moving on John Finns' wife
Every hand moving on John Finns' wife

And John Finns' wife
Took all the flowers down
From her hair
And threw them on the ground
And the flies did hum
And the flies did buzz around
Poor John Finn
Lying dead upon the ground
Lying dead upon the ground


the man has to be the finest songwriter around at the moment.....

Nick Cave sometimes writes some really crap lyrics, though.

[Cantankerous]

Originally Posted by Toilet & Bowels

haha cantankerous is a flid

yeah i own up to it though

[demonrail666]

He seems to be about as popular as a Stone Temple Pilots album around here, but purely as a lyricist you'd need to look pretty hard to beat Bob Dylan. Cool as he may not be, he's still pound for pound the best lyricist I've ever heard.

[PAULYBEE2656]

Originally Posted by acousticrock87

Hilarity aside, what classifies Bright Eyes as shit music? Not bitter, just honestly curious. I mean his majority fan base is a bunch of pussies, but I don't get why people give the music flak.

ive nothing pesonal against him . the music just bores me to tears.....

[Pookie]

Originally Posted by PAULYBEE2656

the man has to be the finest songwriter around at the moment.....

Without doubt. There's no competition when it comes to lyric writing, he's the best by a long way.

[Pookie]

Foetus wrote great (and very funny) lyrics back in the day.

LUST FOR DEATH

If I ain't back by 5am start phoning round the hospitals
The memories of all my pearls are pouring out my nostrils
I'm the one Mother Nature had to recall
My back back back's against the wall
Put me out of my misery - I'm dying to get away from it all
North South Mae West - da boid gets da boid
I'm shaken but I ain't stoid - I'm gonna carry on undetoid
I got a LUST FOR DEATH
Got a lust got a lust got a LUST FOR DEATH
Libido in Limbo - Legs Akimbo
Never even ever read a word of Rimbaud
The walls of my stomach think they're JERICHO
I'm about to meet my MEXICO
Make mine a double TEXACO
I'M THE DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DADDIO
I'se coughin up blood on a nice clean shirt
Nose eyes ears throat roads are blocked
Can see the light at the end of the tunnel
And I'd rather die young than diurnal
I'm the one Ralph Nader had to recall
My BACK BACK BACK'S up against the wall
Put me outa my misery - I'm dying to get away from it all
North South Mae West - My lips are blue and so am I
North South Mae West - Gimme a break! LUST or BUST!
NORTH SOUTH MAE WEST - I maybe shakin but I ain't stoid
Da boid gets da boid - I mo carry on undetoid
I BIN HUNG! IBIN HUNG! THROAT CUR MEAT HOOK FROM THE ROOF!
HUMAN HEIFFER FOR A FILLET VEAL!
HUGH HEFNER AND A HUMAN MEAL!
SOMEONE'S MAKING ME A HUMAN MEAL! SOMEONE'S MAKING ME A HUMAN
MEAL!
I got a LUST FOR DEATH
Got a lust got a lust got a LUST FOR DEATH
Libido in Limbo - Legs Akimbo
Never even ever read a word of Rimbaud
The walls of my stomach think they're JERICHO
I'm about to meet my MEXICO
Make mine a double TEXACO
I'M THE DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DADDIO

[batreleaser]

i liked nick cave's birthday party lyrics, 'the murder ballads' lyrics, 'from her to eternity' lyrics, and 'henry's dream' (check 'eraserhead' reference!) lyrics best.

[Pookie]

Originally Posted by batreleaser

i liked nick cave's birthday party lyrics, 'the murder ballads' lyrics, 'from her to eternity' lyrics, and 'henry's dream' (check 'eraserhead' reference!) lyrics best.

No More Shall We Part has some of his best lyrics. Listen to them and see how much he's changed since his Birthday Party days:

Big Jesus soulmates Trash Can
fucking rotton business this
bot feet in the bad-boot
siff in the crypt, babay, like a rock
rock-rock-rock
Big-Jesus soul-mates Trash-Can
pumped me fulla Trash at least it smelt like Trash
wears a suit of Gold (got greasy hair)
but God gave me sex appeal
well-well-well-rock
he drives a trash can
he's comin to my town rock rock rock
ro-o-o-o-o-ck!
Big Jesus Oil King down in Texas
drives great holy tanks of gold
screams from heaven's graveyard
American heads will roll in Texas (roll like Daddies meat)
roll under those singing stars of Texas
well-well-well
he drives a trash can
he's coming to my town

[demonrail666]

Bernie Taupin wrote some of the most beautiful lyrics ever, IMO. Rocket Man is gorgeous.

[Pookie]

Originally Posted by demonrail666

Bernie Taupin wrote some of the most beautiful lyrics ever, IMO. Rocket Man is gorgeous.

I'm 99% sure you're joking, but for the uninitiated, witness the hilarity:

Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don’t understand
It’s just my job five days a week