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BRILLIANTLY Bad Lyric Planet

 
  

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rizla mission
13:13 / 28.11.02
You know, a lot of the time I absolutely love crude, dumb lyrics. A lot of the time actually more so that intelligent, articulate lyrics..

In fact, crazy written-in-10-seconds doggeral is as beautiful a part of rock n' roll as trashy two-chord riffs and low quality recording..

so let's celebrate it!

To start on a festive note with something I was listening to a minute ago, 'Santa Claus' by The D4;

I want a brand new car, a twangy guitar,
A cute little honey and a lot of money,
under my tree this year


Can't argue with that.
 
 
ephemerat
13:47 / 28.11.02
Hmmm... How about Snuff - Arsehole?

'I'm an arsehole
I'm a fucking wanker
I'm a toss-pot (bastard) a toe rag (fuckwit) fart in a jar

We're all arseholes
We're a bunch of wankers
We're a bunch of toss-pots (fuckwits) toe rags (gobshites) farts in a jar'
 
 
ephemerat
13:50 / 28.11.02
Or the Dead Kennedys' Too Drunk to Fuck?

"I like your stories
I love your gun
Shooting out truck tires
Sounds like loads and loads of fun

But in my room
Wish you were dead
You ball like the baby
In Eraserhead

Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk, to fuck
It's all I need right now
Too drunk to fuck"
 
 
Sax
14:01 / 28.11.02
Gotta love Billy Bragg's Sexuality

I've had relations
With girls from many nations
I've made passes
At women of all classes
And just because you're gay
I won't turn you away


And my fave line:

I had an uncle who once played
For Red Star Belgrade


In fact, those lyrics are so good, they're good. Ignore me.
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
14:24 / 28.11.02
I don't have no problem with you fucking me
But I have a little problem with you not fucking me


Ol' Dirty Bastard: a poet, ladies and gentlemen. A lyrical genius.
 
 
ephemerat
15:18 / 28.11.02
Agh. Billy Bragg is the undisputed master at crossing from genius to ludicrous to genius again in just a few lines. Witness Must I Paint You A Picture:

All your friends said come down
It will never fly
And on that imperfect day
We threw it all away
Crisis after crisis, with such intensity
This would never happen if we lived by the sea

Most important decisions in life
Are made between two people in bed
I found that out at my expense
And when I see you
You just turn around and walk away like we never met
Oh we used to be so brave

I dreamt the world stopped turning as we climbed the hill
I dreamt impossible dreams that we were lovers still


God, I love Billy Bragg.
 
 
Prince of Tennis
15:25 / 28.11.02
Hello, this is my first post here.

and here is my tuppence worth, 'I Like Food' by the Descendents

I like food, food tastes good!
I like food, food tastes good!
Juicy burgers, greasy fries
Turkey legs and raw fish eyes
Teenage girls, with ketchup too!
Get out of my way, or I'll eat you
I like food, food tastes good!
I like food, food tastes good!
 
 
William Sack
07:25 / 29.11.02
Billy Bragg is the undisputed master at crossing from genius to ludicrous to genius again in just a few lines.

More masterly than Jonathan Richmond?
 
 
ephemerat
10:45 / 29.11.02
Firstly: it was hyperbole, dammit', hyperbole!

>Clutches at your lapels, shakes, froths at mouth<

And secondly: who in blue buggery is Jonathan Richmond?
 
 
William Sack
14:09 / 29.11.02
Damn. I knew I'd got it wrong. I'm such a dunce. I was trying to say something about Jesus' Blood on another thread, and fucked that up as well.
 
 
lentil
14:10 / 29.11.02
Jonathan Richman?
 
 
William Sack
14:15 / 29.11.02
That's the fellow.
 
 
The Natural Way
14:47 / 29.11.02
Hey, I was gonna mention Richman - literally sublime. Gold from shit.
 
 
The Apple-Picker
03:48 / 30.11.02
Flyboy wrote: I don't have no problem with you fucking me
But I have a little problem with you not fucking me.


Ol' Dirty Bastard: a poet, ladies and gentlemen. A lyrical genius.


Who can argue with that?
 
 
that
13:22 / 30.11.02
From Black No. 1 by Type O Negative:

Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing
You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing
Dye em black
Black no. 1
 
 
Matthew Fluxington
14:08 / 30.11.02
The best bad lyrics of all time, without question, is "Rock'N'Roll Dreams'll Come Through" by The Gas Station Dogs featuring Barry Dworkin.

"Rock‘n’Roll Dreams’ll Come Through"

Roddy’s daddy Denny saved every penny
to buy a guitar for Rod:
three jobs a day, he took all his pay,
and he went down to Don’s pawn shop.
Don said Denny, “If you buy this guitar,
your son will be a rock’n’roll star.”
Roddy tried his best; he couldn’t pass the test,
but he knew that he would some day.
Roddy’s baby Betty, she’s got a baby
that she had with Rod’s friend Roge.
Sucking on a jelly donut at the deli,
Betty’s baby cries for Rod.
Denny called Betty said, “Be--[beep]
stay away from my son.”
Betty said, “Denny, Roge and I are finished,
and Rod is my number one.”
Betty’s dad Kenny talked to Betty’s mom Jenny
and said, “What can we do?”
Betty’s daddy Kenny, he called back Denny
and said that he and Rod are true.
Betty, too, knows that it’s true, that it’s gonna come true,
that rock‘n’roll dreams’ll come through,
that it will be true that rock‘n’roll dreams’ll come through

Listen everybody, rock‘n’roll dreams’ll come through!
The music is the master; can’t you hear it calling you?
The rock will bathe you; the roll could save you
if you’re one of the chosen few--
that the dream comes true that rock’n’roll dreams’ll come through.

(Next verse.)

Roddy’s brother Buddy, he’s got a buddy,
who works at the five and dime
whose uncle Ron runs a recording studio.
Roddy shows up with a six-string friend and a head full of tunes,
laid down some tracks, and the tape [right went?] rock n’ roll fire.
Rod took the tape to Radio Rob, the biggest DJ in the land.
Rob told Rod that it rocks; Rod told Rob get it on the air.
Record store men said, “I’ll take ten, no, fifty-five 45s.”
The very next night, the song hit the charts rated at number one.
It took a lot of work, blood, sweat, and tears,
and Roddy’s now a rock’n’roll star.
He’ll be the first to tell you
that rock’n’roll dreams’ll come through

Listen everybody, rock’n’roll dreams’ll come through!
The music is the master; can’t you hear it calling you?
The rock will bathe you; the roll should save you
if you’re one of the chosen few--
that the dream comes true that rock’n’roll dreams’ll come through.
 
 
rizla mission
14:51 / 30.11.02
I heard a Manowar style metal song on the radio the other day that had a viking chorus of

HAIL TO THE GODS OF CREATION!
HAIL TO THE METAL INVASION!

Quality.
 
 
Cop Killer
17:39 / 30.11.02
And the gods created Metal
And they saw that it was good
They told us to play it loud as Hell
And we promised that we would

-Manowar

The Ramones stradled the line between complete brilliance and utter stupidity throughout their twenty year career, making them the kings of the brilliantly bad.
 
 
paranoidwriter waves hello
00:48 / 11.07.05
I like it when the writer seems to have run out of ryhming words and/ or the rythm of the lyrics sound forced.

e.g.

Debbie Gibson: "Shake your love. I-just-can't-shake your-love. Shake your love. I-just-can't-shake....your-love."

Staus Quo: You're in the Army now, Wo-O Wooo, you're in the army..... now-ow."

Another example was from a dance remix of an Australian Aborigine band (whose name escapes me) from the 90's:

"I heard it on the ray-di-o ... and I saw it on the televison." I guess you had to be there.
 
 
matthew.
01:02 / 11.07.05
"We had a baby. We named it Baby."
-The Hardest Button To Button

Let's hear some applause for the White Stripes everybody.
 
 
Ganesh
01:45 / 11.07.05
I will be in the bar
With my head on the bar


Morrissey, The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get
 
 
Jack Fear
03:47 / 11.07.05
Another example was from a dance remix of an Australian Aborigine band (whose name escapes me) from the 90's:

"Treaty," by Yothu Yindi.
 
 
at the scarwash
05:33 / 11.07.05
I've always been partial to Paul McCartney as a master of the brilliantly awkward poetics:

Jet! Was your father as bold as a sergeant major?
Well how come he told you that you were hardly old enough yet?
And Jet,
I thought the major was a lady suffragette
Jet! Oo Jet! Oo


there is a sexual ambiguity at play here that I've never been quite able to get my head around...
 
 
Supaglue
10:18 / 11.07.05
Can't believe no-ones mentioned the god-awful Des'ree:

"I'm afraid of the dark,
'specially when I'm in a park
And there's no-one else around,

Ooh, I get the shivers
I don't want to see a ghost,
It's a sight that I fear most
I'd rather have a piece of toast
And watch the evening news"

Toast everytime.
 
 
Spaniel
11:04 / 11.07.05
Sooo, so, soooo bad. Just awful.

She wrote that when she was 15, and it shows.
 
 
Withiel: DALI'S ROTTWEILER
14:13 / 11.07.05
Has to be the Hawkwind:

Magnetic force repellor track,
Once you start there's no turning back


(From Levitation)

Or possibly


I had a dangerous liaison
To have been found out would've been a disgrace
We had to rendezvous some days on
the corner of an undiscovered place
We got sick of chat chat chatter
And the look upon everybody's face
But all that doesn't not anti-matter now
We've found ourselves a black hole out in space

(Quark Strangeness and Charm)

The last two lines are just...glorious - a combination of the ultra-pedantic triple negative and the joyfully idiotic nature of the whole song.
 
 
Withiel: DALI'S ROTTWEILER
14:14 / 11.07.05
I have a horrible feeling that I may have liked that Des'ree song at some point. Liked. Not bought. Definitely not. No.
 
 
Spaniel
18:24 / 11.07.05
Don't feel too bad about it. Some of my best friends liked that song at the time, as did my then girlfriend.

Fucking awful though.
 
 
Phex: Dorset Doom
23:40 / 11.07.05
Give me a sandwhich, feed me lunch
"You want some water?"
Girl where's my punch?
If I don't get punch, you gon' get punched
Matter fact forget lunch"


Bizarre, from his new song 'Rockstar'. In stores now.
 
 
&#9632;
12:10 / 12.07.05
All my friends from school
Introduce me
To their spouses
I'm left standing here
With my hands
Down the front of my trousis


Billy again. He's the best wonky lyricist there is.
 
 
P. Horus Rhacoid
17:34 / 12.07.05
Not only is Shaquille O'Neal a giant of a human being, he is a giant of ridiculous lyrics. Some highlights:

Go tell ya pops and ya mama
that Shaq is the man, period, comma


and

She said, if you want me
you have to take my son
or else it's like a hot dog
but without the bun


and

I got a hand that'll rock ya cradle
cream you like cheese, spread you on my bagel


and

I hate to brag
but damn I'm good


Also, he does this "mua-ha-ha-ha" ominous laugh a lot.

...I can't go on.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
18:21 / 12.07.05
Oh, if Hawkind are in, then:

I would have liked you to have been deep-frozen too
Waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my return to Earth
But your father refused to sign the forms to freeze you...


Also, thanks in so small part to our beloved Barbelith, I'm in full-on Jim Steinman mode at the mo, so it would be remiss of me not to include the following couplet:

She used her body just like a bandage
She used my body just like a wound
.
 
 
matsya
22:50 / 12.07.05
ew. just ew.

m.
 
 
Essential Dazzler
10:27 / 13.07.05
Not quite the same thing, but Japanese mentalists The Mad Capsule Market's shaky grasp of English has some hilarious results

Cracker warps the breaking monster distortion mike
Drive speakers accelerate the noise burst head
Move you ugly bastards, you dimwit over there
That intense noise
 
 
Withiel: DALI'S ROTTWEILER
19:15 / 13.07.05
Sounds a bit like a cross between Mars Volta lyrics and Warren Ellis-prose. Which can not be a good thing.
 
  

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