Best ever lyric, any artist

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Avalanche is sullen and too thin
She starves herself to rid herself of sin
And the kick is so divine when she sees bones beneath her skin
And she says:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me
Chrissie's all dressed up and acting coy
Painted like a brand new Christmas toy
He's trying to figure out if he's a girl or he's a boy
He says:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me
Doodle takes dad's scissors to her skin
And when she does relief comes setting in
While she hides the scars she's making underneath her pretty clothes
She sings:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me
Therapy is speedie's brand new drug
Dancing with the devil's past has never been too fun
It's better off than trying to take a bullet from a gun
And she cries:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me
It's gets all f***ed up in some karaoke bar
After two drinks he's a loser after three drinks he's a star
Getting all nostalgic as he sings 'I will survive'
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me
You should see my scars
You should see my scars
You should see my scars
You should see my scars

 

[nicky wire's legs]

suede, life is golden:

You're not alone, look up to the sky and be calm
Not alone, look into the light and be heard
You're never alone, your life is golden, golden
Not alone when the world puts all the winter in you
Not alone, I'm there in the words that you use
You're never alone, your life is golden, golden
And they won't love you tonight
Clap along to the resurrection
Carve your name in my tender skin
With your beautiful words, with your beautiful words

suede, saturday night:

It'll be alright
'Cause tonight we'll go drinking
We'll do silly things
And never let the winter in

suede, sabotage:

I climb to the scaffold smiling,
My hands on the cross I'm holding

Love is sabotage
Her love is sabotage

I smile as the rope cuts through me
So cold in this London summer

 

[Lucifer Sam]

the cure, plainsong:

"I think it's dark and it looks like rain, " you said
"And the wind is blowing
Like it's the end of the world, " you said
"And it's so cold, it's like the cold if you were dead"
Then you smiled for a second
"I think I'm old and I'm feeling pain, " you said
"And it's all running out
Like it's the end of the world, " you said
"And it's so cold, it's like the cold if you were dead"
Then you smiled for a second
Sometimes you make me feel
Like I'm living at the edge of the world
Like I'm living at the edge of the world
"It's just the way I smile, " you said

You slate Lou Reed and submit Robert Smith? Get behind me, Satan! These are bad lyrics right here. Carlislebaz > Robert Smith. Sorry, but somebody had to say it.

Your other submissions were fine, though.

 

[Johnnie Ray]

Oh God I just hate shit like this

You hate great lyrics? Look, being physically ugly and sad does not make you edgy or an arbiter of clever lyrics. Rethink your life.

 

[Johnnie Ray]

suede, life is golden:

You're not alone, look up to the sky and be calm
Not alone, look into the light and be heard
You're never alone, your life is golden, golden
Not alone when the world puts all the winter in you
Not alone, I'm there in the words that you use
You're never alone, your life is golden, golden
And they won't love you tonight
Clap along to the resurrection
Carve your name in my tender skin
With your beautiful words, with your beautiful words

suede, saturday night:

It'll be alright
'Cause tonight we'll go drinking
We'll do silly things
And never let the winter in

suede, sabotage:

I climb to the scaffold smiling,
My hands on the cross I'm holding

Love is sabotage
Her love is sabotage

I smile as the rope cuts through me
So cold in this London summer

That pretty much sucks

 

[Johnnie Ray]

leonard cohen, famous blue raincoat:

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record

John Cale and Lou Reed, Style it takes:

Let's do a movie here next week
We don't have sound but you're so great
You don't have to speak

nick cave, ghosteen:

There goes the moonlit man
Got a suitcase in his hand
He's moving on down the road
Things tend to fall apart starting with his heart
He kisses you lightly and he leaves
Leaves your sleeping body
Curled and dreaming around your smile, your smile

The three bears watch the TV
They age a lifetime, oh lord
Mama bear holds the remote, papa bear he just floats
And baby bear, he has gone to the moon in a boat, on a boat

I'm speaking about love now
And how the lights of love go down
You're in the back room washing his clothes
Love's like that, you know, it's like a tidal flow
And the past with its fierce undertow won't ever let us go
Won't ever let you go

If I could move the night I would
And I would turn the world around if I could
There's nothing wrong with loving something you can't hold in your hand
You're sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking and shaking your head
Well there's nothing wrong with loving things that cannot even stand

Well there goes your moony man
With his suitcase in his hand
Every road is lined with animals
That rise from their blood and walk
Well the moon won't get a wink of sleep
If I stay all night and talk, if I stay all night and talk

nick cave, galleon ship:

For you know I see you everywhere
A servant girl, an empress

david bowie, five years:

it was cold and it rained so i felt like an actor

david bowie, young americans:

well, well, well, would you carry a razor
in case, just in case of depression?

Get that pale face with bad teeth off my screen!

 

[Johnnie Ray]

For your love nature has haemorrhaged - manic street preachers, mausoleum

Hell no!

 

[nicky wire's legs]

Hell no!

Guess yer not familiar with the poetry of sylvia plath. Oh well. Me 'n' richey are

 

[nicky wire's legs]

You slate Lou Reed and submit Robert Smith? Get behind me, Satan! These are bad lyrics right here. Carlislebaz > Robert Smith. Sorry, but somebody had to say it.

Your other submissions were fine, though.

I wish you would stop saying that. Carlisle Baz thinks you really mean it and is probably going through his mediocre days all puffed up and full of himself as a result.

You clearly don't understand Robert smith's lyrics and the fault I'm sorry to say is in you not Robert smith. You have to be a romantic since it's about the feeling conveyed by the words. Being rigid you might not get that. For me the simplicity of the lyrics are part of the beauty. It's not a childlike simplicity though it gives the appearance of it. Its the simplicity after all language and hearts have been shattered and must be built again, using the simplest of materials. (Which is why his playfulness and nonsense lyrics manage to be poetic and poignant. I get the feel of someone with crushed hands trying to assemble something for everyday use).

Let me know if you need any further explaining!

 

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Girls who cut and have eating disorders like The Cure because Robert Smith is mentally ill and they identify with that

 

[nicky wire's legs]

Girls who cut and have eating disorders like The Cure because Robert Smith is mentally ill and they identify with that

Profound

 

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You hate great lyrics? Look, being physically ugly and sad does not make you edgy or an arbiter of clever lyrics. Rethink your life.

If these were lyrics, I would vote for them for best lyrics

 

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I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real

 

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Does anyone recall the saddest love of all
The one that lets you fall nothing to hold
It`s the love untold

 

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Taste me in his kisses
Waste me in my prime
Are replace me with another
Think of me some time

 

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Well she's kind of like an artist
Sittin' on the floor
Never finishes, she abandons
Never shows a soul
And she's kind of like a movie
Everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sittin' in their seats
She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She's achin' to be
Well she dances alone in nightclubs
Every other day of the week
People look right through her
Baby doll, check your cheek
And she's kind of like a poet
Who finds it hard to speak
Poems come so slowly
Like the colors down a sheet
She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She's achin' to be
I've been achin' for a while now, friend
I've been achin' hard for years
Well she's kind of like an artist
Who uses paints no more
You never show me what you're doing
Never show a soul
Well, I saw one of your pictures
There was nothin' that I could see
If no one's on your canvas
Well, I'm achin' to be
She closes her mouth to speak and
Closes her eyes to see
Thought about an' only loved
She's achin' to be
Just like me

 

[Lucifer Sam]

“I feel just like Jesus’ son.”

“Why do I give valuable time | to people who I’d much rather kick in the eye?”

“The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn”

 

[Lucifer Sam]

Girls who cut and have eating disorders like The Cure because Robert Smith is mentally ill and they identify with that

I don’t think Robert Smith is mentally ill. I think he’s just a bad, bad lyricist. A bot could write Robert Smith lyrics. Keywords for ballads: “cry,” “rain,” “tears,” “cold.”

Gag me with a mascara brush.

 

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I don’t think Robert Smith is mentally ill. I think he’s just a bad, bad lyricist. A bot could write Robert Smith lyrics. Keywords for ballads: “cry,” “rain,” “tears,” “cold.”

Gag me with a mascara brush.

He is actually mentally ill, he talks about it, he suffers from depression and addiction. I do agree the lyrics are banal and repetitive; nothing to get excited or I guess in some cases depressed about. Get that mascara brush out of your mouth, that's where the lipstick goes.

 

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