Favourite Lyricist in your country

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whos your favourite lyricist in your country whos around and kicking today?? i dont want any of this "Dylan" or "Lennon" or "Cohen" stuff because we all know their good. what songwriter hits the nail right on the head for you?

i say this because listening to the masses of Arctic Monkey's songs ive collected, i strikes me how Alex Turner conveys the realism of everyday existence in his worRAB. so down to earth and very true. he has that special knack that the likes of Paul Weller, Ray Davies and Ian Brown all possess.

so yours?
 
Morrisey of the Smiths.
This song in particular echoes the dreary reality of what can easily pass, as any English seaside town.
Morrisey at his finest.

Eveyday Is Like Sunday.

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come armageddon!
Come, armageddon! come!

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to borab
Come, come, come - nuclear borab

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lanRAB on your hanRAB
(and on your face...)
(on your face ...)
(on your face ...)
(on your face ...)

Everyday is like sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

Jarvis Cocker, his lyrics are not as aloof as those of Morriseys.
Instead he wrote, like Alex Turner, with a more familiar style.
Songs like Sorted for E's & Whizz, which despite the media coverage was actually a song with a strong anti drug sentiment. A piss take of the rave drug culture.
 
Nick Von Shaw of Buried Inside. His lyrics are poetic, thought provoking, and flowy like woah. I love it.

Time is the defacer. Time is the devourer. The grand mediator of effect and the prosthesis to which we depend. Time is the defacer. Time is the devourer. The harnessed horse of reason and the place where meaning collapses. Borders are constructed, divisions are demarcated. The essence of science is control, but the essence of control is loff of. Neither subject nor object, time is abject. As any crime shows the fragility of the law, as any corpse shows the fragility of the body, time bares fragility of the syrabolic order. The violent revolt of being.
 
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