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Smith Them Words...

Added: Monday, May 9th 2022 at 4:15pm by bigfatdaddy
 
 
 

You may already know of my love of clever word smithery, here are a few examples of the art at its finest:




 

 

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You can't go wrong with these guys.  And, if you don't mind, I'll add Jimmy Buffet. "I was raised by a maid who came from Martinique; she wore geckos round her neck and bracelets on her feet. A superstitious woman from the land of sugar cane, she'd sing the sun to bed and dance out in the rain."

I gladly accept your opinion, I'm not a Buffet fan so I am not too familiar with his lyrics.  I may have to take a look.

He's a mediocre musician, in my opinion, but the man does have a way with lyrics.

I'll have to come back to listen to these.

My input would be Bruce Cockburn, T-Bone Burnett, and Stan Ridgway.

I feel like I should know those names...maybe if you cited a few of their tunes?

Leonard Cohen is mah hero.

What'd he write??

All sorts of good stuff!  Halleluia, for one.  The Future is a favorite of mine, Dance Me to the ENd of Love, almost anything from his last album (he died not long ago) is good too, if very dark.

Here's another I love:

Anthem
(Leonard Cohen)


The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be

Ah, the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove, she will be caught again
Bought and sold, and bought again
The dove is never free

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in

We asked for signs
The signs were sent
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Yeah, and the widowhood
Of every government
Signs for all to see

I can't run no more
With that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
Say their prayers out loud
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
A thundercloud
They're going to hear from me

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in

You can add up the parts
But you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march
There is no drum
Every heart, every heart
To love will come
But like a refugee

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in

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