I dunno. I mean, I get where you're coming from...I guess it's hard for the musician in me to consider the lyrics as a separate entity from the music. They're so intertwined, even in songs that are only decent.
But here's one song whose "poetry" I like, at the risk of exposing my inner feminist (
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Quote:
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Originally Posted by Tori Amos, "Precious Things"
So I ran faster
But he caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain
He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that?
Sick, holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
I remember
Yes in my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of every nice girl
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold over me
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And here's the actual song (albeit a live version), which I think expands on the lyrics exponentially...