See, though -- even before that, though -- on the self-titled album, before Morrison got deeply involved with drugs, the lyrics are utterly uh-mazing. Just amazing. But, I think you're looking at it the wrong way, my friend. Whereas most songwriters write an experience of drugs, or "how they make them feel," Morrison did much more and dug much deeper. It's like he carved out a piece of himself. He created much more. He had a way with words; he was an artist. He painted pictures, he developed such an imagination. It's incredible.

Though, remember -- it's not always the topic and how over/under used it is... It's how it's written. [/b][/quote]Hey Anthony

Didn't know if you had seen this story on Rolling Stone's site about Jim Morrison\'s last days

It's very interesting reading. The author, Stephen Davis, also wrote a good biography about Led Zeppelin back in the late 1980s.

You are correct. I just thought I should mark these down here... My mistake... [/b][/quote]Didn't Mozart written operas?

Ohhh! lets not forget Bob Seger!

I was hoping to focus on lyrics in this thread, though. O_O


Thanks for the link. I will be sure to check it out.

I love that album! Yes, Carole King does deserve a spot on this list.

Tupac and Ice T definitely... Just reading these poets brings out so much emotion...

Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce
cube's in the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in
the mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube's in the
mutha-fuckin' housethe nigga you love to hate[ICE
CUBE]Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terrorthe paranoid,
gots to get the boyGet your steel cuz I feel like a headbangerYah, I got
a gang of shits, styles gunsmy uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' tonbucking
down one, bucking down two,bucking down your crew, mutha fuck youPigs
were blue, I where black, nothing but blackCause god damn its a brand new
paybackFuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a niggaon tha trigga the
zigga the zag the nickel the bagthe nigga the sag the forty five mag. got
you runnin' like a fagSo, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokesCuz, I'm that
nigga with a fresh pair of locsNo yokes but smokesCrakers and them dirty
mackers friends aren't jackersget yah for your drawers, young niggas out to
kill for carsIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha
fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin'
houseIce T in the mutha fuckin' houseIce T in the mutha fuckin'
house[Ice T]O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazya lot of
niggas hate me but they can't fade meStop me clock me cops wanna glock
memutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop meUHH, am I a G, I got
proofBanged in my youth, keep niggas on the roofwith a scope, dough,
Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up(?Hit the mob dope?)So whats
up PunkYou want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shotYour
moms crying fuck her bust herBitch start screaming to me and I'll dust
herPops got the LP phat, track on hitLaid by the mutha fuckin'
BobcatNinety three suckas want me to go outThrow the hoe out, bitch
mutha fucker I'm richTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in
the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the
mutha fuckin' houseTupac's in the mutha fuckin' houseGot any last
wordz[Tupac]Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas
blackSit backAin't afraid to pull a triggar backLet 'em come step to
a real mutha-fucker[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckersDan
Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kickedWhere was you when
there was niggas in the caskets?Mutha-fucker rednecks all the sameFeel a
real nigga if he ain't balled and chainedThat's why we burn shit and
wreckCause the punk police ain't learned shit yetYou mutha-fuckas gonna
pay the priceCan't make a Black life, don't take a Black lifeIt's on,
the next real nigga fall deadDred, jheri curl, process, or bald headBe
prepared for the smoke to bustWhat niggas need to do is start loc'in
upUnited we stand divided we fallThey can shoot one niggaBut they
can't take us alll Let's get along with the MexicansAnd we can all have
peace on the sets againImagine that if it took place [ha ha
ha]Keeping the smile off their white fakesI ain't racist but lets
trade placesTrace the hate 'n face it One nigga teach two
niggasthree teach four niggasAnd them niggas teach more niggasAnd
when we blast That'll be the biggest blast you've heardAnd them is my
last wordz