Cleverest Lyricist?

zack de la rocha.

rage were a g8 band.

Tom Green - 'Feel Your Balls'

Hey kids feel your balls
So you don't get Cancer
Hey kids feel your balls
So you don't get cancer

Feel your balls
Squeeze your balls
Tease your balls
Please your balls

Early detection is the key
Rub your balls and you won't get cancer

Hey kids feel your balls
So you don't get Cancer
Hey kids feel your balls
You don't want cancer

Rub your balls
Squeeze your balls
So you don't get cancer

MASTURBATE EVERYDAY!

Hey kids feel your balls
So you don't get cancer
Hey kids rub your balls
So you don't get cancer

RUB YOUR BALLS WHILE MASTURBATING!

Hey kids rub your balls,
While masurbating looking for lump
If you find a lump
Then go to the doctor
And get your testicle removed

RUB YOUR TESTICLES,
WHILE MASTURBATING OR WHILE NOT MATURBATING!

Rub your balls for no reason
Other then for checking for cancer
Or rub your balls
Specifically for the only reason of
Checking for cancer
Or rub your balls
Only for pleasure
Or for pleasure and
For checking for cancer at the same time

*pause*

You can pleasure your balls
And aslo check for cancer
At the same time

You can pleasure yourself
And also check for cancer
At the same time

TWO BIRDS, ONE STONE!

Pleasure your balls
And check them for
Cancer at the same time


No lyrical genius has ever been fully appreciated in his own time.

morrissey. There's simply noone like him. So much anger, yet expressed in a strong english accent, and with subtlety, irony and humour. Panic summed up what everyone was thinking:

and songs like girlfriend in a coma were just plain bitter, yet brilliantly so.
more recently, frank turner, angry, but in a different way. And so personal! Everything he writes/sings about comes from the heart, and you can tell.

S'gotta be..... Jeff Walker!



"Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney
Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake
For hot dry powdered human slag
Still steaming in the crematorium's grate

Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates
For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate

Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich
In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking

Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed
Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for use as manure...

Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed

Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns
Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire
Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch
These charred chassis desired

Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu
Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do

The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weak
At the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again

Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed
Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed
Ploughing this abhorrent human manure
Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for the soils to devour...

Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed
And there's still no rest for the dead

I propagate - dust in the grate
Ashes to ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops
Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot

Incumbent - latent calories are spent

Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt
Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed

Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil
Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils...

Reaping the gone, to nourish the land
Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand
Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed
Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean...

So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead
Their rest which I disturb...
Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones
My cash crops now grow..."

Beautiful. I'd put Morrissey at the top of my list, accompanied by Richey Edwards (and Nicky Wire to a lesser extent), and Jarvis Cocker.

Eminem - many consider him internationally as the "modern day Shakespeare".

I'm sure you could count the number of people who hold that opinion on one finger.

Personally I've always preffered Nicky Wire's lyrics, especially stuff like Mr Cabrohydrate and Prologue To History. I'll admit Richey is like no other lyricist ever, but it's not always for the right reason. Though Donkeys as a lyric is amazing, aswell as Yes.

Also, I've never heard Eminem being considered as a modern Shakespeare before.