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Favorite (song)writers

Discussion in 'Anything goes' started by YGBFKM, Jul 5, 2011.


    YGBFKM Guest

    The musical turn to the Smith and Jones thread got me thinking.

    Here's an abbreviated list of my favorites:

    Phil Lynott

    Down from the glen came the marching men
    With their shields and their swords
    To fight the fight they believed to be right
    Overthrow the overlords

    To the town where there was plenty
    They brought plunder, swords and flame
    When they left the town was empty
    Children would never play again

    From their graves I heard the fallen
    Above the battle cry
    By that bridge near the border
    There were many more to die

    Then onward over the mountain
    And outward towards the sea
    They had come to claim the Emerald
    Without it they could not leave

    Jason Isbell

    Stop me if you've heard this one before:
    A man walks into a bar and leaves before his ashes hit the floor.
    Stop me if I ever get that far.
    The sun's a desperate star that burns like every single one before.

    And I could find another dream,
    one that keeps me warm and clean
    but I ain't dreamin' anymore, I'm waking up.
    So I'll take two of what you're having and I'll take everything you got
    to kill this goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love.

    Warren Zevon

    Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
    With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
    The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
    So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

    Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
    Fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
    For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
    They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

    Mike Cooley

    You can lie to your Mama, you can lie to your race
    but you cant lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face.
    And the same God that youre so afraid of
    is gonna send you to hell
    is the same one you're gonna answer
    to when the pin hits the shell.

    Patterson Hood

    Mary Alice had a baby and he looked just like I did
    We got married on a Monday and I been working ever since
    Every week down at the Ford Plant but now they say they're shutting down
    Goddamned Reagan in the White House and no one there gives a damn

    Double Digit unemployment, TVA be shutting soon
    While over there in Huntsville, They puttin' people on the moon

    So I took to runnin' numbers for this man I used to know
    And I sell a few narcotics and I sell a little blow
    I ain't getting rich now but I'm gettin' more than by
    It's really tough to make a living but a man just got to try

    If I died in Colbert County, Would it make the evening news?
    They too busy blowin' rockets, Puttin' people on the moon

    Jeff Tweedy

    You'll wake
    With a start from a dream
    And know that I am gone
    You'll feel it in your heart
    But not for very long
    You'll rise each day as planed
    Your will is your command
    And stand each Sunday
    A hymnal steady in your hand
    You'll sing to yourself
    The rising-falling melody
    That you could never read
    Without the choirs' lead
    Still alone, and lost in deep
    And your soul will not be free

    Jack White

    Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and
    He turned around and put the lock on the door
    He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye
    His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then
    He took a step toward the man on the ground
    From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound
    He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!"
    And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about"
    "Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"
    But Billy knew just who was starting the drama
    So Billy took dead aim at his face
    And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and
    The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the
    Boyfriend fell down dead for good
    Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air
    And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"
    His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and
    Pulled out an envelope filled with money
    "Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears
    "He's been paying all the bills for years"
    "Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees
    and put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee"
    Just then, his little brother came in
    Holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin
  2. YankeeFan

    YankeeFan Well-Known Member

    Big fan of Warren Zevon. Hate that Werewolves of London is is most famous song.

    I'd probably have to go with Dylan.

    Big fan of Shane MacGowan, Neil Young, Lyle Lovett, Townes Van Zandt.

    Lennon & McCartney, obviously.

    Gosh, so many more.

    YGBFKM Guest

    Who is Shane McGowan?

    I like Young and Dylan, but if this thread goes anywhere, they'll be all over it, so I left them for others. They're an interesting combo because Young can be too simplistic, IMO, while the Dylan stuff I don't like sounds to me like he's trying to hard to make the pieces fit.
  4. YankeeFan

    YankeeFan Well-Known Member

    Shane McGowan is/was the lead singer of the Irish rock band, the Pogues. He's there main song writer, though almost everyone in the band has also written a couple of songs.

    He's a fucking drunk. He's terrible in concert -- when he shows up. But, he writes beautiful songs.

    He's also done stuff with his own band, the Popes, and on his own.
  5. PCLoadLetter

    PCLoadLetter Well-Known Member

    I'm in.

    Joe Pernice

    She won't mind if the place we stand is marked by ash.
    She believes what doesn't kill her only takes more time to kill her.
    Then she smiles as she paints her lips and does her lashes.
    Stunning as a taxidermy victim in a silver cage.

    I'm arrested by an aria brought from the country.
    Stuck in dumb amazement like a dog who's told to levitate.
    This smash number-one goes to her lover in the belfry,
    Singing like a bird in flames and headed for the window pane.

    In the coming years, let's try and milk a fortune off them.
    I think we're qualified by now.

    Alouette, gentille alouette.
    Head to toe so thoroughly until we're both dismembered.
    Alouette, gentille alouette.
    Naive, yes, but none the worse, spinning glue back into horses.
    I'll never leave the place where you are.

    Paul Kelly

    Ever since you said goodbye
    I've had a reputation
    I'm not drinking on the sly
    I'm the star attraction
    Every morning I wake up
    Fill my cup and listen bitterly
    To stories of me

    They say a man is going 'round
    He looks a lot like me
    They say that man is going down
    It's looking pretty likely
    Every morning he wakes
    Fills his cup and listens shamefully
    To stories of me

    Everybody come on down
    Set 'em up and pass 'em round
    We're all here for a drowning

    I was down at Baker's Hall
    I heard somebody talking
    That's the last thing I recall
    Then my mind went walking
    I woke up with a heavy head
    On a hard bed trying to believe
    These stories of me
    Yeah I woke up in a stranger's bed
    Wondering about the things she said to me
    These stories of me

    Neil Finn

    These walls
    Have eyes
    Rows of photographs
    And faces like mine

    Who do
    We become
    Without knowing where
    We started from

    It’s true
    I’m missing you
    And I stand alone
    Inside your room

    Everything that you made by hand
    Everything that you know by heart

    I will try to connect
    All the pieces you’ve left
    I will carry it on
    And let you forget

    I’ll remember the years
    When your mind was still clear
    All the flickering lights
    That filled up this silent house

    Ben Folds

    Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
    There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
    He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
    Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'

    Twenty-five years
    He's worked at the paper
    A man's here to take him downstairs
    And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
    It's time

    There was no party, there were no songs
    'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
    No one is left here that knows his first name
    And life barrels on like a runaway train
    Where the passengers change
    They don't change anything
    You get off; someone else can get on

    And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
    It's time

    Grant Lee Phillips

    It's the luck of the draw
    How you wound up with me
    I don't know how at all
    But I beg you to stay
    Crawl around on this earth
    While the world's still small

    Honey, don't think
    About it too long now
    Honey, don't think
    You're liable to figure me out

    There's something wrong
    In my stars
    Could you look at my chart
    Help me heal these scars?
    Could you learn to read minds?
    And in the case of mine
    Do you read in the dark?

    Honey, don't think
    About it too long now
    Honey, don't think
    You're liable to figure me out

    YGBFKM Guest

    Not familiar with most of those, PC, but I was hoping to find some new artists this way. I will definitely be checking that stuff out.
  7. PCLoadLetter

    PCLoadLetter Well-Known Member

    I'd particularly recommend the Pernice stuff, YGB. He started out in an alt-country band called the Scud Mountain Boys and now primarily records as The Pernice Brothers.

    Here's a pretty good recording of him doing a acoustic version of "Bum Leg," one of my favorites. (The opening line: "I got this scar above my eye from the dirty little shit who tried to love me underneath the bridge.")

  8. I Should Coco

    I Should Coco Well-Known Member

    Good thread idea. Here's a couple that resonate for me, one recent, one not:

    "Beg, Steal or Borrow" -- Ray LaMontagne (2010)

    So the hometown's bringin' you down, Are you drownin' in the small talk and the chatter?
    Are you gonna step into line like your Daddy done, Punchin' the time, and climbing life's long ladder?
    You've been howlin' at the moon like a slack-jawed fool, And breaking every rule they can throw on.
    Well, one of these days is gonna be right soon, You'll find your legs and go. And stay gone.

    Young man, so full of big plans, and thinkin' about tomorrow.
    Young man, wanna make a stand, you beg, you steal, you borrow.

    Now all the friends that you knew in school, They used to be so cool, now they just bore you.
    Just look at 'em now, already pullin' the plow, So quick to take to grain, like some old mule.

    Young man, so full of big plans, and thinkin' about tomorrow.
    Young man, wanna make a stand, you beg, you steal, you borrow.

    Dreamin' of the day you're gonna pack your bags and put the miles away.
    Oh, just grab your girl and go where no one knows you. What will all the old folks say?

    So the hometown's bringin' you down, Are you drownin' in the small talk and the chatter?
    Are you gonna step into line like your Daddy done, Punchin' the time, and climbing life's long ladder?

    Young man, so full of big plans, and thinkin' about tomorrow.
    Young man, wanna make a stand, you beg, you steal, you borrow.


    Now a classic ... written by Neil Young as he left Buffalo Springfield:

    "On the Way Home"

    When the dream came, I held my breath with my eyes closed
    I went insane, like a smoke ring day when the wind blows
    Now I won't be back til later on, if I do come back at all
    But you know me, and I miss you now.

    In a strange game, I saw myself as you knew me
    When the change came and you had a chance to see through me
    Though the other side is just the same, you can tell my dream is real
    Because I love you, can you see me now?

    Though we rush ahead to save our time, we are only what we feel.
    And I love you. Can you feel it now?
  9. Starman

    Starman Well-Known Member

    Richard Thompson, OBE.

    In many ways a British version of Zevon.
  10. Beef03

    Beef03 Active Member

    Grew up a huge Garth Brooks fan, and still am, but one of his go to writers or collaborators who I think deserves mention is Tony Arata.
    Wrote The Dance and was in on a number of his other songs including The Change.
    Also has written for Patty Loveless, Trisha Yearwood and Emmylou Harris among others according to Wikipedia.
  11. Huggy

    Huggy Well-Known Member

    McGowan is one of Ireland's greatest poets. As noted, a complete mess on stage with the Pogues although the same wasn't true of the rest of the band.

    Some others I will add to those listed here:

    Paul Weller (in his Jam days)
    Dave Alvin
    Ray Davies
    Steve Earle
    Tom Petty
    Bob Seger
    Mick & Keef
    Leiber & Stoller
    Buddy Holly
    Joe Ely
  12. baskethead

    baskethead Member

    Cat Stevens
    Paul Simon
    Nick Drake
    Patty Griffin
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