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Elliott Smith
Nick Drake
Jeff Buckley
Bob Dylan
Mike Kinsella
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Stuart Murdoch
Ben Folds
Alex Chilton
Jesse Lacey
Conor Oberst
Doug Martsch
Nick Torres
Joe Strummer
Robert Smith
Tim Kasher
Jello Biafra
Ian Curtis
Ben Gibbard
Colin Meloy
Jim Marburger
George Harrison
Daryl Palumbo
Sam Beam
Robert Pollard
Ben Barnett
Ray Davies
M. Ward
Leonard Cohen
Isaac Brock
Jeff Mangum
Stephen Malkmus
Thom Yorke
Mark Kozelek
Dennis Lyxzén
James Mercer
Paul Simon
Michael Stipe
Tom Waits
Geoff Rickley
Lou Reed
Townes Van Zandt
Neil Young
David Bowie

That's most of them I think.
jimmi hendrix because i think he can tell a story in a song like in 'hey joe'
andrew stockdale because his lyrics are meaningful, just listen to white unicorn
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Dustin Kensure from Thrice.
All his lyrics are amazing.

Trent Reznor comes second.
Maynard James Keenan comes third.
James Hetfield, Dave Mustaine, Davey Havok, and Phil Anselmo, because I can always identify with their lyrics.
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yo hendrix didn't write the lyrics to hey joe

yeah, your right.It was Bob Dylan who wrote it. Robert Plant and Zack De La Rocha.
My cancer spot is much bigger than yours

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- Isaac Brock (Modest Mouse)
He writes in such a frank, chaotic way that is so endearing, and also I think really suits how he sings.

- Elliott Smith
Smith is able to portray such emotion in his songs, it's hard not to stop tears welling up in your eyes. He was such a fantastic songwriter and lyricist.

- Nate Willet (Cold War Kids)
He's a great storyteller, and also like Isaac Brock writes in a very frank but clever manner. Often I find some metaphors in lyrics are just too obscure for me to relate too, so his lyrics really stand out to me as being very honest and not hiding behind a wall of indecipherable metaphors.

- Sufjan Stevens
Just beautiful lyrics, especially 'Casimir Pulaski Day' which is the terribly sad story of a friend who dies of cancer. Often religious themes crop up, and so he's very unique and his music is also wonderful.

- Jeff Buckley
Although this contradicts my previous musings, I love his metaphors and basically just his style of writing. Very emotional, and a perfect fit to a gorgeous voice.

- John Frusciante
He has an odd, almost manic way of writing, he conjures up strange images and metaphors but never ceases to amaze me.. Sometimes it's hard to draw meaning from some songs in particular, but some lines are just achingly beautiful.

'Out of place in my own time
Drowning thinking that I'm dry
Hold on to facts that will never be proven
Faking an action cause no one is looking
Hello when I'm crashing
Feel nothing when my life's flashing before my eyes'
('Song To Sing When I'm Lonely')

- James Mercer (The Shins)
Skilllfully written lyrics that are very cute and catchy, but can sometimes have darker meaning and are often a little lost in translation. But I really like his style and his delivery.

you can be in my dreams if i can be in yours
James Mercer
Neil Young
Jack Johnson
Every Time I Dies Keith Buckley.... His lyrics are SOOO good... yet he says he doesn't mean anything at all by them. =[
Johnny Cash, Josh Homme, Bowie, MJK, Trent Reznor
Rag Mop Do Do Duh DoDo Dedo Do!!!!!


this is kinda cliched but James Hetfield.

Alice Cooper and Steve Harris (he writes most of the lyrics for Maiden) and Bruce Dickenson/Adrian Smith (Im not sure which one wrote Flight of Icarus, but I ****ing love that song).

I think we can all agree that George Lynch is the riffmaster though

j.k, dont start a flamefest
Jesse the old singer from KSE
cose it was all out of personnal experience and when you hear the lyrics sung it makes you want to mosh and have a good time. plus hte lyrics have some powerful messages out their and they are something positive for people to listen to
Bob Dylan.
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I saw Rick Astley in Quebec City, on April 10th 2009. Best day of my life!
"Lord" Byron, from Bal-Sagoth:

2) TO DETHRONE THE WITCH-QUEEN OF MYTOS K'UNN (The Legend Of The Battle Of Blackhelm Vale)

The Chronicles of War:
The vast armies of Mytos K'unn, marshalled by a sorceress of great power known as Zyrashana the Witch-Queen, had been cutting a swath through the Eastern Kingdoms since high summer the preceding year. Empowering her troops with great sorceries, she had seen all opposition fall before the ravening swords of her forces since the first bloody campaign; the invasion of the ancient and noble realm of Delania. The aftermath of the final battle had seen the systematic slaughter of the Delanian royal family, and the torture and execution of all those who had been loyal to their banner. During the ensuing months, more kingdoms and satrapies toppled before the might of Zyrashana's legions, commanded by the fearsome and unswervingly loyal battle-lord Talus Ebonfyre, a man of sublime brutality whom many beleived to be possessed by a demon-spirit from the dark realms. Emboldened by their victories and the expansion of their queen's dark dominion, the hordes of Mytos K'unn began the incursion into the lands of the Northern Tribes, beginning with the grim and brooding territories south of the Snow Kingdoms... the rugged homelands of the warlike clans which had been recently united into a strong realm by the powerful warrior-king Caylen-Tor, a man known to his allies and enemies alike as the Wolf of the North. Thinking the barbaric tribesmen little threat, the Witch-Queen intends a largely unopposed march through their lands to strike at the wealthy and fertile realms beyond the Mountain Kingdoms to the west... but Caylen-Tor has vowed that a searing torrent of blood and steel shall meet all those who deign to enter unwelcome or drive their standard unbidden into his land...
As grim winter slowly yields to spring, the armies of Mytos K'unn begin their march northwards, and news of the advance of the Witch-Queen's forces into Blackhelm Vale, the valley known for centuries as the Gate to the Northlands, soon reaches the highland stronghold of Caylen-Tor. Grimly taking up his sword and spear and donning the woad of war, he vows that Zyrashana shall pay in blood for every league she has dared venture into his sacred lands. Scouts soon return with the information that the enemy is camped at the base of the valley, preparing to march with th dawn. The court shamans forsee rivers of blood and untold carnage, and great battle-spells are woven as Caylen-Tor leads his vastly outnumbered Northlander warriors to the misty, moon-swathed expanse that is Blackhelm Vale. Legends say that the blood of many kings has been spilled on the dark earth of the valley over the generations, and Caylen-Tor promises to his grim gods that the earth will once again drink deep this night. With his army silent and brooding beneath the moon, he knows that whatever the outcome, this night shall see a legend of war written in blood and the deaths of men... a legend none shall soon forget...

The War Testament of Caylen-Tor (On the Night of the Bloodying of Swords):
O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night...
Anoint us with the crimson rain, feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us victory, or a warrior's death.
Come, moon-fogs, descend to cloak our numbers, the heady scent of battle beckons,
My ash-hafted spear feels good in my hands, girt 'round with spells (our flesh gloriously) woad anointed,
Ravens awaiting slaughter soar high above, blood-worms bloat on red carnage,
I'll carve the moon-wheel in their flesh, as havoc churns the heather!

A swirling mantle of mist-magic swathes us, powerful spells woven by the Fen-Witches of the Great Mere... Deep night and moon-mist shall be our allies as we surge into the fray! At my bidding, the fog clears for a brief moment, and I gaze down upon the valley to behold the army of the Witch-Queen... great tents arrayed upon the heather, powerful steeds tethered, the light from countless burning brands illumining the night, many warriors standing, weapons in hand... aye, all sword fodder.

Entwined in war-fogs...
Entwined by war-spells...
Blessed in blood as raven-saters, slake the thirst of steel burning bright,
Reap the harvest of spilled entrails, we'll return with many heads this night.
The death-ravening black fury fills me,
The spatter of hot blood seet on my lips,
This yard of steel sings a deadly song in my grasp!
Cleaving bodies left and right, a head falls with each swing of my blade,
A storm of shafts screaming form yew-bows, (through their armoured ranks we shall) carve a path with steel, a blood-drenched swath!

And the thirst of the earth shall be slaked with blood at the fields of carnage...
A staggering sea of crimson, a towering mountain of ravaged flesh,
All enraptured by the searing kiss of steel,
All surfeit from supping deep of the grim chalice of battle...

Brooding gods of the north, display to these outlander thralls thine ire,
Envenom our blades with the death-kiss of a thousand serpents,
Unfetter the dread war-wolves within us,
That their claws may rend, and their jaws may be reddened.

The bloodying is at hand!
My spear hammers into the chest of a warrior, and bright blood erupts from his lips as he falls to the heather. I turn aside a vicious swordthrust and my own blade snakes out to cleave the neck of the attacker, shearing through his veins in a shower of dark red. An enemy blade opens my shoulder to the bone, but I sweep my axe out in a deadly arc, its iron head rending armour and biting deep into flesh. Talus Ebonfyre's abdomen yawns open and he staggers back as his intestines spew forth in a pulsing mass. I sunder his head with another blow as he falls and his skull yields to spill its steaming contents to the earth. As I watch, a writhing, shadowy form rises from the smitten corpse of the Witch-Queen's warlord and flees howling into the night... I vault to the saddle of a riderless black war-horse and seize the banner of Mytos-K'unn... for every one of us that has fallen, we have taken five of the enemy screaming with us... the battle is ours!

Bright moon, gleam o'er moor and heather, wood and vale, deep fen and lake,
Grim mountains crowned with snows, great rings of stones, black 'neath the stars,
The storms extol our ancient glory, great mounds feed us, power from the sacred earth.
With faith and steel we walk our shadowed paths, our blood runs as fire, swords blessed by sorcery.

Wolves of the north, raise thine steel to the skies, revel in the pride of your wounds,
Let our victory-song ride the winds of this blood-gorged eve,
For on this night of red swords we have wrought a legend,
Forged in the fires of our rage, and tempered with the spilled blood of the slain...

O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night and always,
Anoint us with the crimson rain, forever feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us eternal victory, 'til we die a warrior's death.

And so did Caylen-Tor turn the armies of Mytos K'unn back from the frontiers of his northern kingdom. Those enemy soldiers who fled the field as the mist lifted and their banner fell, are hunted down and brought to their knees before the king. Summoning a surviving warrior Mytos K'unn, Caylen-Tor gives unto him two gifts with which to return to his queen; one is the fallen, sundered banner of Mytos K'unn, the other is the cloven head of Talus Ebonfyre. The king's words ring out over the blood-drenched moor: "Take this message back to your queen... if ever again she deigns to strike against my people, the slaughter this night will seem as naught compared to the havoc I shall visit upon her then." When news of the defeat and the fearsome message of Caylen-Tor reached Mytos K'unn, Zyrashana's spells of regal dominance waned, and her many courtiers and councillors, liberated from the imposition of subservience, plotted against their queen, 'til soon she was driven from the great royal palace by her own elite guard, her throne seized by an ambitious baron who had won the favour of the nobles and mages of the realm. Evading inprisonment and surviving only by her mastery of spellcraft, Zyrashana fled to the satrapies of the east, and nothing more was seen or heard of her for some considerable time...
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Bob dylan
Paul banks
Ryan jarmin
Alex turner
Thom yorke
Peter hayes/robert levon been
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Farris rotter
Pete doherty
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steve harris/bruce dickinson/adrian smith (basically iron maiden dave murray worote like one song about a ***** i dont think that counts though)
Krzysztof Azarewicz

sounds ov the night
are born from the stillness
censer scent ov the sun
attracts the memories
dark shades - eyes
moths - green pupils
burning echo ov your words
in the heart ov possibility
in extra-real surroundings
there are my passions:
simplicity ov stars
royal Art
alkhemy ov Soul, Body, Word
and I transport
spell ov self-love I weave
and I scream
in the fumes ov antiquity
divine past
in solar room
filled with midnight hour
and midday power
inevitable, immovable
with names witch are Many
with secret meaning:
Koγζ Oμ Pαζ ON Mευω

we vibrate light
radiate life
on the path to City ov the Sun
angel calls out:
in mysterium coniunctionis deus est homo
and I understand the Burden
ov this journey:
I know, I will
I dare, and keep silence
Phil Lynnot
Down from the Glen came the Marching Men
With their sheilds and their swords
To fight the fight they believed to be right
Overthrow the overlords...
Trevor from The Black Dahlia Murder has to be my favorite right now.

this is Novelty Cross, i love the imagery in it.
eyes of perfect ivory
match the sweetest lengths of her neck
I am but a stain to such holy fabrics
darwin's proposals bouncing back
from colored glass

serpents will guide me to your hull
slithering between the pews of pearl
and walk a path of purity and temporary grace
whatever it may take to eat and drink of you till slaked
to run a gloveless finger up
curvaceous trembling leg, we mustn't wait

the fruits of tragedy we'll taste
I'll be adam, you'll be eve
we'll **** and so create

I'm being strangled by his statue
if only his cold eyes could weep for these things that should not be
father, I've been sinning
I've pulled a fast one, the perfect sleight of fate

goddamn girl
like an hourglass, I'll invert you
the higher powers shuddering at what you have become

the laws of science abandoned
thrust into purgatory

mary you've never looked so tender, I will you statues
here to take a breath of life and look upon
her virgin skin raised in anticipation
the dark has won
my darkness has won again!

what is truth?
I cannot yet discern
kneeling in hope of reprimand

this father's love shall not within me flow
I've fallen to my knees in hollow prayer!

how original a sin
we'll **** and so create
and burn this planet in our wake

I'm being strangled by his statue
if only his cold eyes could weep for these things that should not be
father, I've been sinning
I've pulled a fast one, the perfect sleight of fate

goddamn girl
like an hourglass, I'll invert you
the only heaven I will know is heaving 'neath the buttons of your blouse

we'll be immortal, a most blessed union of lust
the flames of hell shall lick our coat-tails as we feast of infinities bust
Arif Mirabdolbaghi from Protest the Hero

"A Plateful Of Our Dead"
Don't ever ask us to define our morals
Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak
Some of us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes
And hara-kiri heartbreak

There's almost nothing worse than never being real
Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear
If I had a gun I'd pump your ethics full of lead
If I believed in meat I'd eat a plateful of our dead

There's merit in construction when it's done with your own hands
There's beauty in destruction, resurrection, another chance
There's a you and I in union but just an I in my beliefs
There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's naïve

The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse
Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart remorse
When I'm In this state of reflection and you hand me whips
And two by fours I could never bring them down and beat the same horse as before

I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around
Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found


"Goddess Gagged"
Oh God!

What they must have heard in the distance:

A wilderness of sound and movement repeating itself across
the narrows of mountainsides, the cries of creatures crashing
against cold rock, human voices heralding the hillside.

Their bellows bounding ripe with resonance
From here unimportant call received the all important answer.
Oh goddess who bore us what we must have done to have buried
your daughters and prayed for a son.

The wind and the rain spoke a language of wonder
To a species rising thickly to a dialogue with thunder
In the empty place between better and worse
Language unravels and irony hurts.

In the common place between hunger and thirst
The words that define us a blessing and curse
The words that confine the ideas traversed the ear
To hear the song without verse, the sound of the sound of the sound
Utter first, the burst into nothing so sudden and soft.

The silence inside you when the music has stopped.
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CURSE YOU TOMMYT!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Gerard Way

We hold in our hearts the sword and the faith
Swelled up from the rain clouds, move like a wraith
Well after all, we'll lie another day
And through it all
We'll find some other way
To carry on through cartilage and fluid
And did you come to stare, or wash away the blood?

Well tonight, well tonight
Will it ever come?
Spend the rest of your days
Rocking out just for the dead
Well tonight
Will it ever come?
I can see you awake anytime, in my head

wrote supernothing at age 15.

He wakes up sad again,
And he wonders when the rain will end.
(Maybe tomorrow.)
She'll act like she don't care,
To her its just a game that he plays.

And I'm saying:
I'm a super, I'm a nothing,
I'm a no-one, going nowhere
Fast, but I don't care.
But I don't care.
I'm a super, I'm a nothing,
I'm a no-one, going nowhere
Fast, but I don't care.

All the times he said he would
She never really understood
What he meant.
What he said.
He'll find himself alone standing in the rain.

......Then Kalnoky moved on to better stuff with streetlight manifesto

forty days

I've tasted seven sins, so they won't let me in
I knock knock knock until my knuckles are bruised and raw
Stuck in the middle with my blood in a puddle on the floor
We made our beds, we'll judge ourselves
And only then and there will we disappear to our final resting place
What a waste!
-So many decent people at the gates
Billie Joe Armstrong and Kurt Cobain
"It's fun until someone gets hurt...then it's hilarious."