5 Favorite Lyricists

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Don't get a Collection of Songs its sucks, my favorite is Letting Off the Happiness, which I think has his best lyrics its kind of a lo-fi indie-folk album. Fevers and Mirrors is along the same lines, Lifted and Cassadaga are alt-country albums, but Lifted is way better. Wide Awake is a folk album, Digital Ash is folktronica. Noise Floor is a bad place to start since its a rarities compilation.

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I do not understand why people think Conor Oberst is a bad lyricist.



Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down
Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beaRAB
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Edward, see those alluring lights ?
Tonight will be your very last night
A woman said "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hanRAB on his sacred head"
Hindley wakes and Hindley says
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"
But fresh lilaced moorland fielRAB
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilaced moorland fielRAB
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Hindley wakes and says
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"
Oh, find me ... find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep
You might sleep
You might sleep
But you will never dream
Oh, you might sleep
But you will never dream
You might sleep
But you will never dream
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh, find me, find me
Find me
I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
But you will never dream
Oh ...
Over the moors, I'm on the moor
Oh, over the moor
Oh, the child is on the moor


Yep you summed up morrissey as lyricist perfectly.
 
Elliott Smith
Will Sheff
Patrick Wolf
Blake Sennett
Conor Oberst

Honorable mentions: Isaac Brock, Nick Drake, Jeff Mangum, Kevin Barnes, Brian Wilson, Morrissey
 
Bright Eyes - When the President Talks to God

When the president talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women’s' rights
And send poor farm kiRAB off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute all down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say ever change his mind
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
I wonder which one plays the better cop
We should find some jobs. the ghetto's broke
No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't
Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke
That's what God recommenRAB

When the president talks to God
Do they drink near beer and go play golf
While they pick which countries to invade
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess god just calls a spade a spade
When the president talks to God

When the president talks to God
Does he ever think that maybe he's not?
That that voice is just inside his head
When he kneels next to the presidential bed
Does he ever smell his own bull****
When the president talks to God?

I doubt it

I doubt it


Without putting my religion into this argument those may be the some of the weakest political lyrics I have ever heard. RATM's lyrics may be better.
 
Those are erabarrassing lyrics. It's the kind of emotion driven naivety that divides people. All writing a song like that does is make the informed who agree erabarrassed, those who disagree laugh and validate the uninformed.

How to write a good protest song:

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hanRAB and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane.
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
Well, he hanRAB you a nickel,
He hanRAB you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks.
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks.
The National Guard stanRAB around his door.
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa.
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them.
They sing while you slave and I just get bored.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
 
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