Name me a more lyrically complex band than Death Grips

Name me a more lyrically complex band than Death Grips

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Vektor

my dog

Magma

Joanna Newsom

>user fell for the meme

Silentó

Grimes

Chvrches

Young Thug

...

Andrew Jackson Jihad

>nonsensical gibberish
>that doesn't even rhyme
at least DG have words

Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo, blo
Hot head
Oh no, that pedagogue grab the microphone, ease back up [?]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no

[Verse 1]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up [?]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up [?]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up [?]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up [?]
Oh no, hot head

>people give this rave reviews and praise it as art but criticize Young Thug for lines about riding in pussies like strollers

the beatles

Came here to say this.

Bob Dylan and Nick Drake

>tfw you realize everyone is literally listening to death grips ironically except for underage fags

anyone if I'm completely h

> tfw you realize that this isn't true since you actually went to a few of their concerts

>posts the first half of the song
>implying this shit wasn't intentional

You're ridiculous man

[Pre-Hook]
Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head
Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head
[Hook]
Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
My presence fog your confidence
Who want a brand new complex?
Nab one, I'll call you, go fetch
Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
Get used to fetch, I'll shoot you, catch
I'll snap you dumb and not call you back
Act natural, my start attack
[Bridge]
Give it out, give it out, give it out, give it out, give it out, give it out
Tribal dive bomb
Trippin' on dollars like a bald-headed rasta
Lighter in the dark, color head of piranha
Give it up, give it up, give it up
My...
My cobra hand draped in multa
Hidden regime like ebola
My cobra hand draped in multa
My cobra hand draped in multa
[Verse 2]
My cobra hand draped in multa
Hidden regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, that's the fun of behavior
Cleft palate creator
War, that's my savior
Frozen cloud, call me vapor
My cobra hand draped in ebola
My cobra hand draped in multa
My cobra hand draped in multa
Hidden regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, that's the fun of behavior
Cleft palate creator
War, that's my savior
Frozen cloud, call me vapor
My cobra hand draped in multa
Hidden regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, that's the fun of behavior
Cleft palate creator
War, that's my savior
Frozen cloud, call me vapor

She not complex tho.

Their lyrics are cryptic so in that sense they're complex. Can't say anything about the meaning behind the songs, never really bothered with DG all that much. Also,

> listening to lyrics

I like dg but they're not the most complex lyrics lol

>I FUCK THE MUSIC, I MAKE IT CUM

>tfw you're a faggot that listens to bullshit

> tfw you're a faggot that repeats every meme he read on Sup Forums

Exmilitary is very over rated and falls flat after the first half

>yfw you're 16 years old and think you know shit about fuck

Darc Mind

Pretty much this, the lyrics to this song are incredible, just like everything on this album.

>OP is actually right
Don't even like them.

Yeah, that's real fuckin deep

>If someone doesn't like what I like they must be ironically liking it!!!!

> tfw you're actually 27 and some pleb who is stuck on the cognitive level of a 14 year old tells you that you're 16 years old

Godspeed You! Black Emperor

>le funny chocolate man maymay
>le memecenter watermark
Are you enjoying your stay on Sup Forums, nu-pal?

>tfw you're 27 and unironically like bullshit

I don't have school on monday

> tfw a sub 120 doesn't get that it doesn't even matter if he thinks something is bullshit or not

>tfw you know what a vagina feels like

> tfw you know what good taste feels like

Peter Gabriel.

Not better than pussy

current 93, easily

> Pussy > Patrician taste

kek'd

>puts pussy on a pedestal
>not underage
pick one

The National are pretty good tee bee aych

...

> tfw the person you're talking to puts pussy on a pedestal because he doesn't get any

Migos

She totally is. I don't just mean the fact that her lyrics are multisyllabic and that she uses obscure words and antiquated phrasing, but the fact that there's tons of thematic depth to songs like Sapokanikan. Themes of forgotten history, urban decay, and the cyclical nature of civilization, with references to canonical poets.

gr8 b8 m8 8 (You)s out of 8

mewithoutYou

BLAH BLAH BLAH FUCK

BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW FUCK

Gawk as I thread this loch ness slipstream sepsis
Subconscious up f twitch asterisk see off my meds glitch
Thoughts squealin through my mildew watch my back or I'll kill you
Schizo superscript scan the voice imprint only I can hear you
Deserted mansion in my head half-lidded lanterns returnin
Sclera scarlet as wall of virgin bombed by flask of bourbon
Can't be certain
Your intercom I'm fingering you don't wanna but you buzz me in

I second

Lame response

>high school kids think this is deep

not deep, just interesting

>I vomit memes

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stream_of_consciousness_(narrative_mode)

Anybody can do her lyrics

Except that they don't. What kind of fucking reply is that?

But they can.

Listen kid, Newsom did technical, complex, and surrealistic when you were in grade school. If you're into this know that Only Skin is one of Newsom's worst written songs for many of the same reasons this writing is bad.

coil

It's still more complex than Joanna you fanboy.

Look at this user with all the hot opinions.

It isn't. It's a word salad that amounts to very little. They've never written something as simple yet insightful as:

And the signifieds butt heads
With the signifiers
And we all fall down slack-jawed
To marvel at words!
While across the sky sheet the
Impossible birds, in a steady
Illiterate movement homewards

That's the point of the song.

>Only Skin is one of Newsom's worst written songs
Care to explain? That song is fantastic, and not a "word salad"

>mfw posting in a fishing pond

>falling for bait this obvious

SO DEEP

The Drones.

youtube.com/watch?v=qUnQ3F2Rwq4

It is deep. Just as deep (or deeper) as Joanna.
But please refer to my previous comment
I don't hate you.
But you're mean.

Wjo

Are we talking English lyrics exclusively? I swear most languages beat English's arse when it comes to profoundity and complexity (as well as elegance, of course).

An exhausted fall into disgrace, famished for peace, for a mere moment
of respite in dying eternities, on the verge of being deprived of all
humanity: non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens, it is the start of
transcendence, the dissolution that spreads without limits and the critical
violation; what pleasure of inconceivable purity there is in being an object
of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! The rupture
is too profound to stand up, nothing remains but a terrified consolation in
a laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not
dead to the devoration of sin!

Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the
enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity.

Let us be a blight on the orchard, on all orchards of this world, even the
least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, bearing
a latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter
is a code to extreme horror, utter contempt and divine conflict; it is lethal
to speak the language of resistance, every gasp exhales a particle of the
remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; it is a
task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the
denial of free will: perinde ac cadaver!


Le vent de la vérité a répondu comme une gifle à la joue tendue de la piété.

God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us...

The Hold Steady


When he's holding then the streetlamps
They seem an awful lot like spotlights
Yeah, sometimes Charlemagne gets uptight
Running numbers between bars
Running girls between the cars
And sometimes Charlemagne feels alright
Alright
Alright

Charlemagne had eyes just like a lover
Last winter there was weather
And his eyes they iced right over
Cassanova's in the corner and he's asking for a dance
Speed shooters driving 'round
And coming down
And trying to hook up with an exit ramp

Tramps like us and we like tramps
Yeah, Charlemagne's got something in his sweatpants

Holly was supposed to be at CCD
But she was walking around on shady streets
She was looking around for something
She could take up to a party

And it's not like she's enslaved
It's more like she's enthralled
She don't need it but she likes it
So she always makes that call
First it makes her feel tall
And then it makes her feel small
And it's all a sweet fleeting feeling

No. Anything. Show us what you got.

los cabeza de radio

Amou daquela vez como se fosse a última
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a última
E cada filho seu como se fosse o único
E atravessou a rua com seu passo tímido
Subiu a construção como se fosse máquina
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes sólidas
Tijolo com tijolo num desenho mágico
Seus olhos embotados de cimento e lágrima
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse sábado
Comeu feijão com arroz como se fosse um príncipe
Bebeu e soluçou como se fosse um náufrago
Dançou e gargalhou como se ouvisse música
E tropeçou no céu como se fosse um bêbado
E flutuou no ar como se fosse um pássaro
E se acabou no chão feito um pacote flácido
Agonizou no meio do passeio público
Morreu na contramão atrapalhando o tráfego

Amou daquela vez como se fosse o último
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a única
E cada filho seu como se fosse o pródigo
E atravessou a rua com seu passo bêbado
Subiu a construção como se fosse sólido
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes mágicas
Tijolo com tijolo num desenho lógico
Seus olhos embotados de cimento e tráfego
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse um príncipe
Comeu feijão com arroz como se fosse o máximo
Bebeu e soluçou como se fosse máquina
Dançou e gargalhou como se fosse o próximo
E tropeçou no céu como se ouvisse música
E flutuou no ar como se fosse sábado
E se acabou no chão feito um pacote tímido
Agonizou no meio do passeio náufrago
Morreu na contramão atrapalhando o público

Amou daquela vez como se fosse máquina
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse lógico
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes flácidas
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse um pássaro
E flutuou no ar como se fosse um príncipe
E se acabou no chão feito um pacote bêbado
Morreu na contra-mão atrapalhando o sábado

Por esse pão pra comer, por esse chão pra dormir
A certidão pra nascer e a concessão pra sorrir
Por me deixar respirar, por me deixar existir
Deus lhe pague

Pelo prazer de chorar e pelo "estamos aí"
Pela piada no bar e o futebol pra aplaudir
Um crime pra comentar e um samba pra distrair
Deus lhe pague

Por essa praia, essa saia, pelas mulheres daqui
O amor malfeito depressa, fazer a barba e partir
Pelo domingo que é lindo, novela, missa e gibi
Deus lhe pague

Pela cachaça de graça que a gente tem que engolir
Pela fumaça, desgraça, que a gente tem que tossir
Pelos andaimes, pingentes, que a gente tem que cair
Deus lhe pague

Por mais um dia, agonia, pra suportar e assistir
Pelo rangido dos dentes, pela cidade a zunir
E pelo grito demente que nos ajuda a fugir
Deus lhe pague

Pela mulher carpideira pra nos louvar e cuspir
E pelas moscas-bicheiras a nos beijar e cobrir
E pela paz derradeira que enfim vai nos redimir
Deus lhe pague

>Not acknowledging that Com Truise is the most lyrically diverse person of all music.

Including solo artists : Young Thug, Bob Dylan, Kendrick Lamar, Leo Ferré, MF Doom, Nick Cave, Magma, Ghostface Killah, Isaac Brock

Sí, el viejo portal del cielo
Sí, el viejo portal del cielo
Puede enfriar los cuerpos de hoy y ayer
Se niega el recuerdo por sano y se quema
En las puertas de una ciudad
Que aulla sin ser vista

Los planetas giran sin saberlo
Así como tu recuerdo vive en ellos
Sin que puedas correr allí
Sin que puedas correr allí

Las ventiscas en sombras ahuyentan el humo
De unos muñecos que se queman
En el alba roja y ardiente de la locura

Las caras que asoman la ventana
Quieren cristalizarse en mi pensamiento
En forma alucinatoria
En forma alucinatoria
Como si los muebles pudieran hablarme de ellas
Sin moverse
Produciendo ruidos incomprensibles a mi espalda

La noche despide
Su manera arrogante
De mecerse donde quiera
Y las ropas de los sirvientes
Caminan por la casa

La noche llega y tal vez
Mañana no exista el tiempo con sombras
La luz se duerme entre las piedras
Sacude sus plumas la avaricia
Salpicando el pasto inmolado

Los perros vuelan en las piernas de la noche
Que gime el viento frío
Desde la boca de un dragón sin ojos

El agujero de días de lluvia intensa
Trata de imantar alguna mujer sin cara
Que ronda por la casa

La distancia es un caudal de eternidad
Agazapada sobre la espalda de un león

Sun Kil Moon

Y se abrirá todo el cielo
No será un día normal
Después de todo, todo llega
Siempre de algún modo
Las profecías se dan.
Apocalipsis de abajo
Un maremoto de amor
Fiesta en la calle
Un orgasmo que nunca se acabe
Día de resurrección.

Y será, y será un fuego, un pantallazo
Un rayo luz, conmovedor, una tormenta
Una música infinita.
Y será, y será un fuego, un pantallazo
Un rayo luz, conmovedor, una tormenta
Una música infinita.
Negro animal de trabajo
Brama la luna por vos
Hijo cansado, te observamos
Pero no te amamos
Cargas con todo el dolor.
Gente de todos los lados
Vientos amigos de dios
Carguen sus armas
Aunque sea cárguenlas de ganas
Y tírenle al cielo su amor.

Y será, y será un fuego, un pantallazo
Un rayo luz, conmovedor, una tormenta
Una música infinita.
Y será, y será un fuego, un pantallazo
Un rayo luz, conmovedor, una tormenta
Una música infinita.

The Mars Volta

I really don't like spinetta's singing tho

Acquired taste, granted.

Joanna Newsom
Leonard Cohen
Tom Waits
Bob Dylan
Aesop Rock

is the brave little abacus lyrically complex
please respond

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>Fito paez

holy kek! gtfo with your charly garcia rip-off faggot

Dob Bylan

Deftones

I probably wouldn't even listen to Death Grips if Rides lyrics weren't so fucking cool

Always thought it was "your 'inner calm' I'm fingering. Fits a lot better imo