now you listen here pork & bean eater, its a serious question, he undoubtedly considered himself primarily a poet rather than a rock star, i'm interested to hear other's opinions on his credibility as such
How do you know that's what I read? I don't even know myself.
I also read John dylan's lyrics and don't think they're good, or Morrissey the other one that gets spammed here for no good reason.
I like the lyrics of the band Acid Bath even tho they are frequently very juvenile - like pretty much ALL music. But I used to just read those lyrics for enjoyment (albeit remembering the music at the same time)
>they were pretty good,
They do not need to be good for him to qualify. He can be a bad poet with bad poems as well. Give Michael C. Ford's ''Polluting the Poetry Pool'' a spin.
Big Country are very underrated songwriters and they are straight-up poets on their second record about the decline of Britain >The day they had a party >Right out in the street >Flags and flowers and singing >For the homecome hero's treat
>I sat in the kitchen >Without a fire on the range >I knew this house had lost the cause >To ever make me warm again
Come Back to Me, a song about a women widowed by war
>*shitty CIA-funded circus music starts playing* >I EAT MORE CHICKEN THAN ANY MAN EVER SEEN >*shitty guitar solo* >SHE GET HIIIIGH >SHE GET HIIIIIIIIIIGH >SHE GET HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH >*shitty ten minute keyboard solo* >FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK >*song ends*
wow, truly the GOAT band. Thank you Jim Morrison for your truly groundbreaking """music"""
I feel the way the wind blows
It tells me where you've been through
I watch the way the sun sets
Until the night's inside you
Some days I just don't worry
I let it pour through me
Some days I need to bury
The very depths of me
So I wait out here to the east of Eden
I let salvation be
I was waiting, I was watching
Would it ever be there for me?
When I felt that hope and a lucky card
Were all I had to walk with me... had to walk with me
I watch the way the crow flies
And though it seems so easy
But if I see it in a grey sky
Can I be sure about the way it leaves me
Some days I just don't worry
I let it pour through me
Some days I call upon
The very depths of me
So I wait out here to the east of Eden
I watch your soul run free
I was waiting, I was watching
Would it ever be there for me?
When I felt that hope and a lucky card
Were all I had to walk with me
I was waiting, I was watching
Would it ever be there for me?
When I felt that hope and a lucky card
Were all I had to walk with me
Some days will stay a thousand years
Some pass like the flash of spark
Who knows where all our days go?
Out here we lie together
Outside the thunder gathers
Why care about the weather
It always ends in dark
I looked west in search of freedom
And I saw slavery
I looked east in search of answers
And I saw misery
Some days I just don't worry
I let it pour through me
Some days I walk into
The very depths of me
So I wait out here to the east of Eden
I let my conscience be
I was waiting, I was watching
Would it ever be there for me?
When I felt that hope and a lucky card
Were all I had to walk with me
Even if you're focusing just on hippie beatnik woo, he'd still be well behind Ginsberg, Corso, Synder, Kerouac and so on. And most of Morrison's good lines are stolen anyway
Some bangers on their first two albums minds
I would never call him bad, but compared to a lot of the lyricists and poets of his time he was just alright. He's got a couple of decent poems, but overall it was just kind of meh and 2edgy4me at times with his references to Nietzsche and mythologies. Good lyricist for teenagers to get a taste of "smart" poetry and lyrics, but if you still consider him amazing when you're an adult then you took a wrong turn.
Here's a poem he wrote that I really liked when I was 15:
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over
>Good lyricist for teenagers to get a taste of "smart" poetry and lyrics, but if you still consider him amazing when you're an adult then you took a wrong turn.
You know they’re called officers, right? — not “agents. You’re thinking of the FBI. Do you actually know anything about the spooks that live in your head, or do you simply parrot, like a good little moron, what you “read” on /misc/?
He was probably the only real legitimate 'rock star', but I don't really know if he's IQfy or not. Definitely the most interesting guy from that era, pretty much everyone around him was terrified of him at his peak. I remember seeing some backstage video where he was sitting on this bench with a girl and she actually looked in fear of her life just being around him. Cool to see how he mellowed out later tho
>whiskey bar: >show me the way to the next little girl, oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why >land ho: >if I get my hands on a number five, gonna skin that little girl alive
so THAT's why he didn't want us to ask...
For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile,
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island.
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise.
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now Night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire now to your tents & to your dreams.
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.
I want to be ready.
He actually published poetry which is more than 99% of the board has accomplished
There are tribes in Papua New Guinea, as yet untouched by civilization, who live deep in the jungle in crude hut villages; in those villages are inbred idiots, who, while they may be pitied and scorned by the rest of their primitive tribe, are nevertheless more accomplished and smarter than 99% of this board
The only lyicists who come remotely close to literary are Leonard Cohen (a solid writer in his own right prior to getting into music, much better than the other israelite Robert Zimmerman who didn't deserve the Nobel), and Mark E. Smith, who, in his prime, was considered to be a rambling drunken cult poet hero and often compared to Rimbaud. Honorable mentions go to Tom Verlaine and Richard Hell, both extremely well read and well spoken punk rockers.
Even Cohen doesn't really work written down without the melody to carry the stresses.
Country music works best on the page, because they tend to use ballad meter, Robert Burns style, eg Give My Love To Rose, or I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry
Was he the GOAT:
Coleratura singers bringing weeds and social clingers
Hangers-on and fancy flingers
To the dress ball
Mushrooms and bowling pins
Stove pipe hats and other things I can't recall
From Juvenile hall
We're so unlucky and stuff
Woodrow Wilson never had it so tough
Dairy Queen and Vaseline and Maybelline
Paul Bunyan and James Dean
Allegory agencies of pre-Raphaelite paganry
And Shenandoah tapestries
Compared with good mahogany
Collapsing the undying postcard romance
With feline perspicacity
By the university
That night I held a paucity
Which you deemed common courtesy
I wasn't what you thought I'd be
I shouldn't have invited you to dance
Is this what IQfy has been reduced to? Board tourists baiting newbies? Grim
now you listen here pork & bean eater, its a serious question, he undoubtedly considered himself primarily a poet rather than a rock star, i'm interested to hear other's opinions on his credibility as such
When I read some of his lyrics I thought they were pretty good, so, sure
>break on through to the other side
Wow, soo profound
How do you know that's what I read? I don't even know myself.
I also read John dylan's lyrics and don't think they're good, or Morrissey the other one that gets spammed here for no good reason.
I like the lyrics of the band Acid Bath even tho they are frequently very juvenile - like pretty much ALL music. But I used to just read those lyrics for enjoyment (albeit remembering the music at the same time)
>Morrissey
Fricking die.
Call a suicide hotline, moron. I can't help you.
>John dylan
Do you mean Bob Dylan?
this is about his poetry rather than his song lyrics
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>they were pretty good,
They do not need to be good for him to qualify. He can be a bad poet with bad poems as well. Give Michael C. Ford's ''Polluting the Poetry Pool'' a spin.
i guess that's true, one doesn't need to be a good poet to be valid, a legitimately bad poet is still a poet
No he's an illigitimate poet
His spoken world album is hippie homosexualry, he's a poet but a shitty annoying one. Great music tho.
>hippie homosexualry
interesting perspective, thank you for your input
There are better songwriters, but yes, I think his lyrics can be considered poetry. Neil Peart takes the cake though, at least for me. Dylan sucks.
Big Country are very underrated songwriters and they are straight-up poets on their second record about the decline of Britain
>The day they had a party
>Right out in the street
>Flags and flowers and singing
>For the homecome hero's treat
>I sat in the kitchen
>Without a fire on the range
>I knew this house had lost the cause
>To ever make me warm again
Come Back to Me, a song about a women widowed by war
Give "Another Man's Cause" by The Levellers a spin.
That's a classic for sure. Idk why but that Big Country songs just destroys me every time
>*shitty CIA-funded circus music starts playing*
>I EAT MORE CHICKEN THAN ANY MAN EVER SEEN
>*shitty guitar solo*
>SHE GET HIIIIGH
>SHE GET HIIIIIIIIIIGH
>SHE GET HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH
>*shitty ten minute keyboard solo*
>FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK
>*song ends*
wow, truly the GOAT band. Thank you Jim Morrison for your truly groundbreaking """music"""
Truly a classic.
Why does the chicken lyric trigger 4chinners so hard?
it triggers the pork & bean eaters
yes, a legitimate hick poet. salt of the earth.
hardly a hick, very well read, academically gifted and an exceptionally high iq
Who wore it better?
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
You can be the captain
And I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart
- Neil Peart
I feel the way the wind blows
It tells me where you've been through
I watch the way the sun sets
Until the night's inside you
Some days I just don't worry
I let it pour through me
Some days I need to bury
The very depths of me
So I wait out here to the east of Eden
I let salvation be
I was waiting, I was watching
Would it ever be there for me?
When I felt that hope and a lucky card
Were all I had to walk with me... had to walk with me
I watch the way the crow flies
And though it seems so easy
But if I see it in a grey sky
Can I be sure about the way it leaves me
Some days I just don't worry
I let it pour through me
Some days I call upon
The very depths of me
So I wait out here to the east of Eden
I watch your soul run free
I was waiting, I was watching
Would it ever be there for me?
When I felt that hope and a lucky card
Were all I had to walk with me
I was waiting, I was watching
Would it ever be there for me?
When I felt that hope and a lucky card
Were all I had to walk with me
Some days will stay a thousand years
Some pass like the flash of spark
Who knows where all our days go?
Out here we lie together
Outside the thunder gathers
Why care about the weather
It always ends in dark
I looked west in search of freedom
And I saw slavery
I looked east in search of answers
And I saw misery
Some days I just don't worry
I let it pour through me
Some days I walk into
The very depths of me
So I wait out here to the east of Eden
I let my conscience be
I was waiting, I was watching
Would it ever be there for me?
When I felt that hope and a lucky card
Were all I had to walk with me
There is no "legitimate poet". There are people who enjoy his work and people who dont
The only non meme answer is that if he was getting paid to write poetry he was legit.
>getting paid
that would in fact make him technically a professional poet, good point
Even if you're focusing just on hippie beatnik woo, he'd still be well behind Ginsberg, Corso, Synder, Kerouac and so on. And most of Morrison's good lines are stolen anyway
Some bangers on their first two albums minds
theres a killer on the road
I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girls understand
that isn't his poetry, that's the lyrics to a blues song the doors coverd
I would never call him bad, but compared to a lot of the lyricists and poets of his time he was just alright. He's got a couple of decent poems, but overall it was just kind of meh and 2edgy4me at times with his references to Nietzsche and mythologies. Good lyricist for teenagers to get a taste of "smart" poetry and lyrics, but if you still consider him amazing when you're an adult then you took a wrong turn.
Here's a poem he wrote that I really liked when I was 15:
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over
>Good lyricist for teenagers to get a taste of "smart" poetry and lyrics, but if you still consider him amazing when you're an adult then you took a wrong turn.
For me it's Townes Van Zandt and Jason Molina
His poetry isn't half bad. Better than the lyrics.
There′s a killer on the road
His brain is squirming like a toad
He was a CIA agent.
Came here to say this. His father was captain I believe of the boat “sunk“ during the staged Gulf of Tonkin incident.
yeah but he was estranged from his father, its not like he hung out with his dad and they plotted glowie shit together
You know they’re called officers, right? — not “agents. You’re thinking of the FBI. Do you actually know anything about the spooks that live in your head, or do you simply parrot, like a good little moron, what you “read” on /misc/?
Also he talked about doing a magic blood ritual when he went to Hollywood.
THE KILLER AWOKE BEFORE DAWN
> legitimate
What do you mean? I dont think his poems are illegal to read.
Laurel Canyon Glowie. CIA written lyrics.
i dont know him
He was probably the only real legitimate 'rock star', but I don't really know if he's IQfy or not. Definitely the most interesting guy from that era, pretty much everyone around him was terrified of him at his peak. I remember seeing some backstage video where he was sitting on this bench with a girl and she actually looked in fear of her life just being around him. Cool to see how he mellowed out later tho
>whiskey bar:
>show me the way to the next little girl, oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why
>land ho:
>if I get my hands on a number five, gonna skin that little girl alive
so THAT's why he didn't want us to ask...
For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile,
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island.
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise.
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now Night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire now to your tents & to your dreams.
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.
I want to be ready.
He actually published poetry which is more than 99% of the board has accomplished
Reminder that he had a tested IQ of 149 and was smarter than every person on this board
There are tribes in Papua New Guinea, as yet untouched by civilization, who live deep in the jungle in crude hut villages; in those villages are inbred idiots, who, while they may be pitied and scorned by the rest of their primitive tribe, are nevertheless more accomplished and smarter than 99% of this board
The only lyicists who come remotely close to literary are Leonard Cohen (a solid writer in his own right prior to getting into music, much better than the other israelite Robert Zimmerman who didn't deserve the Nobel), and Mark E. Smith, who, in his prime, was considered to be a rambling drunken cult poet hero and often compared to Rimbaud. Honorable mentions go to Tom Verlaine and Richard Hell, both extremely well read and well spoken punk rockers.
Even Cohen doesn't really work written down without the melody to carry the stresses.
Country music works best on the page, because they tend to use ballad meter, Robert Burns style, eg Give My Love To Rose, or I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry
Was he the GOAT:
Coleratura singers bringing weeds and social clingers
Hangers-on and fancy flingers
To the dress ball
Mushrooms and bowling pins
Stove pipe hats and other things I can't recall
From Juvenile hall
We're so unlucky and stuff
Woodrow Wilson never had it so tough
Dairy Queen and Vaseline and Maybelline
Paul Bunyan and James Dean
Allegory agencies of pre-Raphaelite paganry
And Shenandoah tapestries
Compared with good mahogany
Collapsing the undying postcard romance
With feline perspicacity
By the university
That night I held a paucity
Which you deemed common courtesy
I wasn't what you thought I'd be
I shouldn't have invited you to dance
If you're female, the answer to every question involving Jim Morrison is "yes".