Most poetic song lyrics

Okay, it's been forever since I've seen a really great music thread here in Da Lounge. Now's your chance to make up for it, you slackers.

Here's my idea of extremely lyrical lyrics (is that too redundant or am I just repeating myself repeating myself?) :evilgrin:

Year of the Cat
Al Stewart & Peter Wood

On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat

She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears

By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat

Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat

Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on

But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
In the year of the cat

By Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five (Sorry, I have issues).

We'll replace all those nasty ol' issues with brand new ones before you know it! :evilgrin:

Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evening
That the city sleeps to hide

Let's swim out tonight, love
It's our turn to try
Parked beside the ocean
On our moonlight drive.

Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
Surrender to the waiting worlds
That lap against our side.
Nothing left open
And no time to decide.
We've stepped into a river
On our moonlight drive.

Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
You reach a hand to hold me
But I can't be your guide.
It's easy to love you
As I watch you glide.
We're falling through wet forests
On our moonlight drive.

Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride
Going' down by the ocean side
Gonna get real close
Get real tight
Baby gonna drown tonight.
Going' down, down, down.

And I don't mean George M.

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LEONARD COHEN LYRICS

"Last Year's Man"

The rain falls down on last year's man,
that's a jew's harp on the table,
that's a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
far past the stems of thumbtacks
that still throw shadows on the wood.
And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
oh one by one she had to tell them
that her name was Joan of Arc.
I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while;
I want to thank you, Joan of Arc,
for treating me so well.
And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight;
all these wounded boys you lie beside,
goodnight, my friends, goodnight.

I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived;
Bethlehem the bridegroom,
Babylon the bride.
Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me,
and Bethlehem inflamed us both
like the shy one at some orgy.
And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
that I had to draw aside to see
the serpent eat its tail.

Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain
so I hang upon my altar
and I hoist my axe again.
And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began
when Jesus was the honeymoon
and Cain was just the man.
And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin
that the wilderness is gathering
all its children back again.

The rain falls down on last year's man,
an hour has gone by
and he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
the lovers will rise up
and the mountains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.


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THE OLD REVOLUTION Lyrics



I finally broke into the prison,
I found my place in the chain.
Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows,
all the brave young men
they're waiting now to see a signal
which some killer will be lighting for pay.

Into this furnace I ask you now to venture,
you whom I cannot betray.

I fought in the old revolution
on the side of the ghost and the King.
Of course I was very young
and I thought that we were winning;
I can't pretend I still feel very much like singing
as they carry the bodies away.

Into this furnace I ask you now to venture...

Lately you've started to stutter
as though you had nothing to say.
To all of my architects let me be traitor.
Now let me say I myself gave the order
to sleep and to search and to destroy.

Into this furnace I ask you now to venture...

Yes, you who are broken by power,
you who are absent all day,
you who are kings for the sake of your children's story,
the hand of your beggar is burdened down with money,
the hand of your lover is clay.

Into this furnace I ask you now to venture...

Here falls now undone
Looks beyond the credits sum
Livid fractures less of fate
The whisper winds blow the seeds of hate
A disturbed society
Dogs my turn with no values
Intend to raise ability
A tried and tested pointless view
Gods got security
Hands like snakes sow the seeds
Raise all negative force-fed
Traces poisons all impure
Profane the haunted heaven
Jeering leapt into the pit of calamity
A mean condition no wealth dents
Provisions for a time unknown
Thelemic gestures all planned and hatched in
Seasons of dissolute pain
Cried afflicted and infected
Oblige the systems perfect dream
Distorted my words assume all that is programmed
Before and somewhat left unsaid behind shutters
Dirt before desire
Dusted crap ingested comes
stealing life that you are not visited
Warped torpedo night crawls through
The distant and irrelevant
A good life's experiment fused
I'm laying violent hands upon a dead card calling cattle
The playthings are so abused
The derelict dial phone clock pusher
Delved in reliving the future too
I'm sticking pins and needles in this stinging rotten fleshlike substitute pieces of half-cooked meat
That are
Walking on this earth
Abort desire irrelevance
Ticks in front in view
A candle rhyme to realign
Burnt out candles on the wall
Seize the moment...
REACH.