Lyrical Gangsters?

Posted on April 17, 2006 by Tito

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but VH1 polls will surely kill me. Accordingly, the top 5 lyrics OF ALL TIME:

  1. U2 – One. “One life, with each other, sisters, brothers.”
  2. The Smiths – How Soon is Now? “So you go, and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home, and you cry, and you want to die.”
  3. Nirvana – Smells Like Teen Spirit. “I feel stupid and contagious, here we are now, entertain us.”
  4. Bob Marley – Redemption Song. “Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds, have no fear for atomic energy, ’cause none of them can stop the time.”
  5. Coldplay – Yellow. “Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.”

Of couse any lyrical rating that includes not hip-hop is immediately suspect. Also suspect? Any poll that includes “Yellow”.

My top 5? Hard to say as of right now here are some:

GNR (Mr. Brownstone)
I used to do a little but a little wouldn’t do
So the little got more and more

The Kinks (Lola) [because I love to sing along, and the idea of electric candlelight tickles me]
We drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight

Audio-Two (Top Billin’) [It has a certain Road House flair to it]
I stole your girl while you were in prison

Public Enemey (Bring the Noise)
Soul on roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
’cause the beats in the lines are so dope

Eric B. & Rakim (I Ain’t No Joke) [This may be my ALL TIME FAVORITE. So F'n good. Where have all the MC's gone?]
I hold the microphone like a grudge

They Might Be Giants (Till my head falls off) [I love the math of it]
There were 87 Advil in the bottle now there’s 30 left
I ate 47 so what happened to the other 10?

Silver Jews (How Can I Love…) [bcuz]
How can I love you if you won’t lie down?

Any favorites you care to add?

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One Response to “Lyrical Gangsters?”

  1. David on April 18th, 2006 5:19 am

    Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
    With his memories in a trunk
    Passed this way an hour ago
    With his friend, a jealous monk
    He looked so immaculately frightful
    As he bummed a cigarette
    Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
    And reciting the alphabet
    You would not think to look at him
    But he was famous long ago
    For playing the electric violin
    On Desolation Row.

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