Songs with poetic lyrics

[Guest Josef Stallion]

[Verse One:]

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice

I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots

I give a holler to my sisters on welfare

Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care

And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot

When you come around the block brothas clown a lot

But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up

Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up

And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him

And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him

Cause sista you don't need him

And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em

You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)

When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy

And since we all came from a woman

Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman

I wonder why we take from our women

Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?

I think it's time to kill for our women

Time to heal our women, be real to our women

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

That will hate the ladies, that make the babies

And since a man can't make one

He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one

So will the real men get up

I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

[Chorus]

Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier

ooooo child things are

get brighter [2x]

[Verse Two:]

Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me

He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be

And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough

And though we had it rough, we always had enough

I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules

Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two

And I realize momma really paid the price

She nearly gave her life, to raise me right

And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream

Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen

I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents

It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent

And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen

I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind

Last night my buddy lost his whole family

It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity

It seems tha rain'll never let up

I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up

You know it's funny when it rains it pours

They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor

Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is

it ain't no hope for tha future

And then they wonder why we crazy

I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby

We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup

And even though you're fed up

Huh, ya got to keep your head up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

And uhh

To all the ladies havin babies on they own

I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone

Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome

Thank the Lord for my kids, even if somebody else want em

Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure

And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more

Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son

wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'

You can't complain you was dealt this

hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless

Because there's too many things for you to deal with

Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless

While da tears, is rollin down your cheeks

Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week

Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me

I was given this world I didn't make it

And now my son's getten older and older and cold

From havin the world on his shoulders

While the rich kids is drivin Benz

I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends

And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but

please... you got to keep your head up

[sirdavinator]

Does Cradle Of Filth count

[Nerf]

Does Hallelujah count?

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/leonardcohen/hallelujah.html

[K]

Only if its the hard rock kind.

[Nerf]

Haha, I'm glad Kerrang have jumped on it, and started playing Lordi nonstop. It's awesome! (Y)

I dunno if Hallelujah is what you're looking for, though. It's just that whenever I hear it, or read the lyrics, I can imagine it being a poem also. That's just what I think, anyway.

[EndOfAnEra]

If you're going to do AFI, look into their whole Sing the Sorrow album and it's allusion to rabbits, re-incarnation, and just a ton of other shit. I had a website on it, but I can't seem to find it anymore. Google it and a bunch of sites comes up for the topic.

[Hajjhowe]

Joe Esposito - "You're The Best"

Try to be best

‘Cause you’re only a man

And a man’s gotta learn to take it

Try to believe

Though the going gets rough

That you gotta hang tough to make it

History repeats itself

Try and you’ll succeed

Never doubt that you’re the one

And you can have your dreams!

You’re the best!

Around!

Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down

You’re the Best!

Around!

Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down

You’re the Best!

Around!

Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ow-own

Fight ‘til the end

Cause your life will depend

On the strength that you have inside you

Ah you gotta be proud

starin’ out in the cloud

When the odds in the game defy you

Try your best to win them all

and one day time will tell

when you’re the one that’s standing there

you’ll reach the final bell!

You’re the best!

Around!

Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down

You’re the Best!

Around!

Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down

You’re the Best!

Around!

Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ho-how-ho-own

INSPIRING GUITAR SOLO

You’re the best!

Around!

Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down

You’re the Best!

Around!

Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down

You’re the Best!

Around!

Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ow-own

Fight ‘til you drop

never stop

can’t give up

Til you reach the top (FIGHT!)

you’re the best in town (FIGHT!)

Listen to that sound

A little bit of all you got

Can never bring you down

You’re the best!

Around!

Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down

You’re the Best!

Around!

[nihilist]

Try googling some Joy Division lyrics they're pretty poetic. And Jim Morrison/The Doors!

[Guest JoeJurevicius83]

"One" by Metallica

"Simple Man" by Lynyrd Skynyd

"45" by Shinedown

"Burning Bright" by Shinedown

[ClaRK! Kent]

This many posts and no mention of Bob Dylan?

You people are idiots.

Dylan's lyrics are not just lyrics that could be considered poetry, they are poetry. Reasons why this is true...

- A symposium on Dylan's lyrics was held at Yale in 1965 with loads of top academics and poets all in attendance.

- Many people still refer to him as a poet and not a songwriter as such.

- His lyrics were printed in anthology form a few years back, along with that Tarantula book he wrote, thus meaning he is a published poet.

- He was nominated for, and nearly won, the 2005 Nobel Prize for Literature, losing out only to Harold Pinter.

Also, Van Morrison called him "the greatest living poet," and whatever Van says is 100% true because he is schmexxi.

If you'd like to look up some especially poetic Dylan songs, go for the albums Blonde on Blonde or Blood on the Tracks. Standout tracks from those two...

- Tangled up in Blue,

- Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts,

- Idiot Wind,

- Visions of Johanna,

- Just Like a Woman,

- Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again.

[GRIFT]

Well it's Ninth and Hennepin

All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes

And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky

Like a tarp thrown all over this

And the broken umbrellas like dead birds

And the steam comes out of the grill

Like the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...

And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos

And everyone is behaving like dogs

And the horses are coming down Violin Road

And Dutch is dead on his feet

And all the rooms they smell like diesel

And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here

And I'm lost in the window, and I hide in the stairway

And I hang in the curtain, and I sleep in your hat...

And no one brings anything small into a bar around here

They all started out with bad directions

And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear

"One for every year he's away", she said

Such a crumbling beauty, ah

There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix

She has that razor sadness that only gets worse

With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by

And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet

'til you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin

And you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...

And I've seen it all, I've seen it all

Through the yellow windows of the evening train...

[Skummy]

If we're going down the Tom Waits route, then I'd say Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis:

Hey charlie I’m pregnant

And living on the 9th street

Right above a dirty bookstore

Of euclid avenue

And I stopped takin dope

And I quit drinkin whiskey

And my old man plays the trombone

And works out at the track

And he says that he loves me

Even though it’s not his baby

And he says that he’ll raise him up

Like he would his own son

And he gave me a ring

That was worn by his mother

And he takes me out dancin

Every saturday night.

And hey charlie I think about you

Everytime I pass a fillin station

Om account of all the grease

You used to wear in your hair

And I still have that record

Of little anthony & the imperials

But someone stole my record player

Now how do you like that?

Hey charlie I almost went crazy

After mario got busted

So I went back to omaha to

Live with my folks

But everyone I used to know

Was either dead or in prison

So I came back to minneapolis

This time I think I’m gonna stay.

Hey charlie I think I’m happy

For the first time since my accident

And I wish I had all the money

That we used to spend on dope

I’d buy me a used car lot

And I wouldn’t sell any of em

I’d just drive a different car

Every day, dependin on how

I feel

Hey charlie for chrissakes

Do you want to know the

Truth of it?

I don’t have a husband

He don’t play the trombone

And I need to borrow money

To pay this lawyer

And charlie, hey

I’ll be eligible for parole

Come valentines day

9th and Hennepin is a good choice, though, a lot of tracks on Rain Dogs, or around that period (Swordfishtrombone and Frank's Wild Years as well, then), have the same kind of poetry set to music vibe to them.

[fineintent]

If you're still looking, "Faithful" by Common fits. Any Common fits, thinking about it.

[Verse 1]

I was rollin' around, in my mind it occurred

What if God was a her?

Would I treat her the same? Would I still be runnin' game on her?

In what type of ways would I want her?

Would I want her for her mind or her heavenly body?

Couldn't be out gettin' bogus with someone so godly

If I was wit' her would I still be wantin' my ex?

The lies, the greed, the weed, the sex

Wouldn't be ashamed to give her part of my check

Wearin' her cross, I mean the heart on my neck

Her I would reflect on the streets of the Chi'

Ride wit' her, 'cause I know for me she'd die

Through good and bad call on her like I'm chirpin' her

Couldn't be jealous 'cause other brothers worship her

Walk this earth for her, glory, I'm grateful

To be in her presence I try to stay faithful

[Chorus]

[sample] Faithful to thee

[sample] Faithful to thee

[sample] Faithful to thee

[sample] I'd like to be her very best friend

[Verse 2]

He worked with her, she was his lady's best friend

Even if they don't try some ladies test men

And this was a test that was bigger than him

Some believe its the nature that is given to men

He had a good gig, a wife, a kid, a decent home

One reason or another couldn't find peace at home

She asked, "Why do men always have to stray?"

He said, "I'm bad, not as bad as Eric Benet"

"I used to take 'em out to eat but they wasn't really eatin'

Mighta got a little head but I wasn't really cheatin'"

It's hard when your lady don't believe what you say

And what you did in the past you gotta live with today

She asked if they could spend the night together

He thought, and said, "I'm tryin' to get my life together"

Went home to his lady, these were his confessions

"Baby you a blessin' and my best friend"

[Robsturgh]

Blue Oyster Cult/Metallica - Astronomy

Clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst

Out at you from their hiding place

Like acid and oil on a madman's face

His reason tends to fly away

Like lesser birds on the four winds

Like silver scrapes in May

And now the sand's become a crust

Most of you have gone away

Come Susie dear, let's take a walk

Just out there upon the beach

I know you'll soon be married

And you'll want to know where winds come from

Well it's never said at all

On the map that Carrie reads

Behind the clock back there you know

At the Four Winds Bar

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Four winds at the Four Winds Bar

Two doors locked and windows barred

One door left to take you in

The other one just mirrors it

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hellish glare and inference

The other one's a duplicate

The Queenly flux, eternal light

Or the light that never warms

Yes the light that never, never warms

Or the light that never

Never warms

Never warms

Never warms

The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst

Out at you from their hiding place

Miss Carrie nurse and Susie dear

Would find themselves at Four Winds Bar

It's the nexus of the crisis

And the origin of storms

Just the place to hopelessly

Encounter time and then came me

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Call me Desdinova

Eternal light

These gravely digs of mine

Will surely prove a sight

And don't forget my dog

Fixed and consequent

Astronomy...a star