Saturday, 3 October 2009

Lyrical Poetry

This post was inspired by my boyfriend Antony and his love for the band 'Alice in Chains'. Today he got me to watch their unplugged session and made a comment that sparked this post: "The lyrics are like poetry".

It's true, any fan knows that the lyrics are the heart of this band and they do make for beautiful reading. It just made me think of all musicians and their role as writers, I don't know if we as listeners pay enough attention to the stories they're telling. I know sometimes you just want to hear a damn good riff, but every now and then we should take some time to listen closely as we might hear some genius.

Here is some poetry by Alice in Chains:

Angry Chair

Sitting On An Angry Chair
Angry Walls That Steal The Air
Stomach Hurts And I Don't Care
What Do I See Across The Way
See Myself Molded In Clay
Stares At Me, Yeah I'm Afraid
Changing The Shape Of His Face

Candles Red I Have A Pair
Shadows Dancing Everywhere
Burning On The Angry Chair

Little Boy Made A Mistake
Pink Cloud Has Now Turned To Grey
All That I Want Is To Play
Get On Your Knees, Time To Pray Boy


Walkin' tall machine gun man
They spit on me in my home land
Gloria sent me pictures of my boy
Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death
My buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath
Oh god please won't you help me make it through

Down In A Hole

Bury Me Softly In This Womb
I Give This Part Of Me For You
Sand Rains Down And Here I Sit
Holding Rare Flowers
In A Tomb.....In Bloom

Down In A Hole And They've Put All
The Stones In Their Place
I've Eaten The Sun So My Tongue
Has Been Burned Of The Taste
I Have Been Guilty Of Kicking Myself In The Teeth
I Will Speak No More Of My Feelings Beneath

Oh I Want To Be Inside Of You

(And here are some from a couple of my favourite bands....)

Incubus- Blood On The Ground
I don't want to talk to you anymore;
I'm afraid of what I might say.
I bite my tongue everytime you come around,cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground.

Hand over my mouth; I'm earning the right to my silence.
In quiet, discerning between ego and timing.
Good judgement is once again proving to me
that it's still worth it's weight in gold.

So from now on I'm gonna be so much more wary when you start to speak and my warm blood starts to boil,
that seeing you is like pulling teeth and hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil.

Pearl Jam- Jeremy

At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
Dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn't give attention
To the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked
Ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today

Laura Marling- Night Terror

I woke up and he was screaming.
I'd left him dreaming.
I roll over and shake him tightly, and whisper "If they want you, then they're gonna have to fight me,"(Oh, fight me)

I woke up on a bench on Shepursburgh Scree
With a candle at my chest, and a hand on his knee.
I woke up it was dark there was no-one in this park at this time, oh why do I keep finding myself here?

Oh, fight me.

(Alice In Chains playing the unplugged set ^)

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