best lyricists go
Best lyricists go
Samuel Morris
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Mason Reyes
Justin Davis
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John Campbell
>What came first the chicken or the dickhead?
Eli Anderson
awful so far
Dylan Perez
no OP is actually right, listen to Birdland, she just rants the whole way through but its still bliss.
Kevin Morgan
John Cale:
It's midnight
And our silver tongued obsessions come at us out of the dark
Scrambling to be recognised before tearing themselves apart
It's zen and the art of Bollywood
Heroes turning on a spit
The lovers unable to resolve a pre-historic bitch
We don't know the half of it
Clever is as clever does
His drawn lights sparkling on a merry-go-round
Hypnotising everyone on it
In zen and the art of forgery we're losing control of light
DeLorian, Picasso, Mondre and El Greco some one's gonna pay the price
If I didn't know you better than that
I'd never let you outta my sight
Where is the art of sorcery
We wanna be fooled again
Staggered by deception charmed into submission
Helpless as a deck of cards
It's now the art of reality
Calling a spade a spade
Facing the obvious
A monkey and his grinder
But on a different plain
I see you clearly from day to day
As clearly as I see tonite
Keep talking said the slow-eyed Mandarin
"I've got nothing to say"
Meet me on the staircase on your way down
We'll see if there's been a mistake
In zen and the art of algebra
There is no value for time
Whatever thrives inside the dark
Decays on the outside
Elijah Miller
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Anthony Lopez
You missed my trips...
Christopher Wood
Obligatory
Wyatt Williams
His guy-liner is pretty bitchin!!!!!
>fag
Sebastian Brooks
he was probably gay yeah
or maybe asexual since he said he didn't like sex
Joshua Sullivan
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Jeremiah Myers
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Camden Scott
>death is real
>it's dumb
Brody Price
fuck off lmao
David Jenkins
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Samuel Scott
nup not feeling it
Parker Baker
patti smith is the best lyricist
Zachary Green
Sticky Fingaz is the best lyricist
Adrian Mitchell
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Gavin Ortiz
Patti Smith or gtfo
Matthew James
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Connor Rodriguez
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Jonathan Harris
In December of that year,
the word came down that she was here.
The days grew shorter.
I was sure, if she came 'round,
I’d hold my ground. I'd endure.
But they'd alluded to a change
that came to pass,
and Spring, deranged,
weeping grass and sleepless,
broke herself upon my windowglass.
And I could barely breathe, for seeing
all the splintered light that leaked her fissures,
fleeing, launched in flight:
unstaunched daylight, brightly bleeding,
bleached the night with dawn, deleting
FUCK