Most Talented Lyricist of out time?

time machine - spelling bee

"You can't spell HEROIN without HERO, heroes pick up
bad habits quickly turn to zeroes
You can't spell DISAPPEARANCE without EAR, you get
old, your sight goes, then you cannot hear
And you can't spell AMERICA without ERIC, that's my
government name, now that you know it, forget it
Well you can't spell MANIAC without MAN, some men lose
their mind and never find it again
You can't spell SULTRY without TRY
Don't try so hard love, cuz you caught my eye
Well, you can't spell REMINDER without MIND, don't
mind me, I'm just a bit forgetful sometimes
And, you can't spell COOKING without KING, I'll make a
meal for your girl and turn her into my queen
You can't spell PROMISCUOUS without PROMISE, get
caught cheating and your girl leaves, don't be astonished
Yo, you can't spell ECONOMY without CON, don't get
conned into donating to that telethon
You know you can't spell RESERVATION without SERVE
you better show up on time for cocktails and hors d'oeuvres
You can't spell MARRIOT without RIOT, a hundred buck
for room service, Comel won't be quiet
And you can't spell FUNERAL without FUN, hope you had
a good time cuz now your life is done"
 
Oh come on! Youo actually think that would hold its own against.... Anything? Those are terrible lyrics. It's like poetry by a 4th grader.
Sorry, man. I just can't see that as the top lyricist of our time, or the top anything of anytime, for that matter.
 
Always appreciated Thom Yorke's lyrics. They have always spoken to me in a differn't way to other lyricists for some reason. The best song writer at the moment has to be Pete Doherty to me. Yeah he is a junkie and hellbeant on destroying his life but he writes great tunes.
 
Christ where can I start.....

Let Down is probably my favourite all time Radiohead song and these lyrics are just sublime..

Transport
Motorways and tram lines
Starting and then stopping
Taking off and landing
The emptiest of feelings
Disappointed people
Clinging onto bottles
And when it comes its so so disappointing Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around

Shell smashed
Juices flowing
Wings twitch legs are going
Don't get sentimental
It always enRAB up drivel
One day I'm going to grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around

You know where you are with
You know where you are with
Floor collapses
Floating
Bouncing back and one day I am gonna grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around
 
Wow, radiohead sucks a pretentious nut. SounRAB like livejournal angst poetry, only with less content and more repetitive. The joke megadeth lyrics were better. What do people see in this nonsense!?
 
Aesop Rock

Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the
street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the
bingo
parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kiRAB, sunsets, clouRAB
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stanRAB, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
'Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?'
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
'I'm busy, thank you much'
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
'Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??'
She said:
'I'm not giving in, I'm finished,' and walked away

(Chorus: x2)
1 2 3
That's the speed of the seed
A B C
That's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it

Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a
clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle
day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit

They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they
drew
(Look!)
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really
Say, 'Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??'
Lucy would smile and say 'I'm busy, thank you much'
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their frienRAB how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
She'd paint another masterpiece

(Chorus x2)

Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it
all
No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin
She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse
aside
And she said:
'Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!'
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially worRAB like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.
 
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