PJ Lyrics= Poetry?
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I started to argue with my friend that a lot of Eddie's stuff is like poetic and stuff, anyways, he wanted to prove me wrong, so i couldn't win, but I still think so, I just want to know your opinions, and please list like song title or parts of lyrics, cuz i really wanna get him next time, ahha alright thankss
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And love,... Wish the world could go again with love
One cant seem to have enough
And war,.... Break the sky and tell me what it's for
I'll travel there on my own
And love,.... What a different life
Had I not found this love with you
The way he massages words, plays with the language, uses all kinds of different literary devices ... all of that is poetry.
Frankly, I'd like to hear the argument for how Ed's lyrics are NOT poetry. I can't fathom that at all.
It's like arguing Einstein was no mathematician or something.
EDIT: I know you asked for specific examples, but, hell ... there's too many. Pretty much every single lyric ed has ever written has a measure of poetry in it.
for the least they could possibly do
Poetry = Another form of story telling, although like the above poster said, more focussed on emotion and feeling.
As for specific examples, Given To Fly is blatent poetry, ie can be read, instead of sung, to someone who had never heard it as a song, and they would believe it to be abstract poetry. Same with Black, although less abstract. I suppose Oceans, I Am Mine and Better Man could also pass like this.
With that said the following are some that could stand alone better than others:
Alone
Sad
GTF
Dirty Frank
Alive
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
its different art then freestyle thought
i wouldnt put one above the other
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
Poetry is an expression of love for language. It is like your favorite meal, and every bit is scrumptious; the tone, the texture, the colors, all senses engaged. It's incredibly textural.
My favorite poetry is haiku, which oddly enough, doesn't fit into that hypothesis. It truly is finding all of life in a moment, the AHA! moment, so it is beyond the senses almost. Of course many haiku relay poverty of senses.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Really? I couldn't disagree more. I can't think of more than a handful of ed songs that don't work as poetry, even the ones that are just straight-up stories, like Betterman or Gone.
for the least they could possibly do
There are so many beautiful and highly original pictures in PJs lyrics that there can be no doubt about them being poetry. Not all on the same level, qualitywise, but on a high level nonetheless.
One of my personal favorites is from "daughter". A simple sentence: "She holds the hand that holds her down", describing the gap between mother and daughter, the latter needing support and tenderness, the former giving suppression and coldness. Simple sentence, simple gesture, everything said, whole story told. That´s poetry. Essential, not elaborate.
Or take Wishlist with it´s stream of images that go from a neutron bomb (oh how I can relate to that!) to the peaceful picture of a full moon on a Camaro´s hood, every mood captured...
We´re all different, so I guess we all have our different lines, phrases, rhymes that reach us inside and tap our veins, but whenever that happens, in an original style springing from an original mind, it´s poetry.
Enjoy the music...
Love, Bertha
He waits hoping for a presence, something, anything, to enter
After spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank
As the ceiling at which he's staring
He's alive, but feels absolutely nothing
So, is he?
When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him
By nine he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact
No trade-backs...
So this is what it's like to be an adult
If he only knew now what he knew then...
I'm open
I'm open
Come in
Come in
Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers
He decides to dream...
Dream up a new self... for himself
I'm no dude! Dudette!