Drummer and vocalist threads, why not this I suppose.
My two favorite metal lyricists are: Martin Walkyier and Alan Averill Nemtheanga.
Martin just has this amazing ability to express the issues and thoughts of the modern person living in the modern world - with his fun little word games, puns, clever rhymes, and structuring.
I think his lyrics shine most in Great Blow For A Day Job:
Alan does in some ways do the same as Martin, speak for the woes of the modern man in the modern world - but in a context of the ages gone by, and the desire for the past to rise again - which I find adds alot to his lyrics.
My favorite song of Alan's is Gods For The Godless
My two favorite metal lyricists are: Martin Walkyier and Alan Averill Nemtheanga.
Martin just has this amazing ability to express the issues and thoughts of the modern person living in the modern world - with his fun little word games, puns, clever rhymes, and structuring.
I think his lyrics shine most in Great Blow For A Day Job:
Hear my tale - I'm Norman Normal, always humble, mild and meek.
In my bank a lowly banker - run-down brach on nowhere street
'till one day a stranger called - a fetid bible black he laughed,
said "Sonny I don't want your money, I don't need an overdraft.
Boy you have a great potential, don't you let it go to waste.
My offer ends - so it's essential that you hurry on (make haste!).
For a life of milk and honey sign along the dotted line...
Thirty years of girls and money - at the end your soul is mine!"
No one can dissuade me - I'm down on my knees,
my conscience says "No" - my libido "Yes please!"
If I put my pen to paper for eternity I'm damned.
If I don't I'll never be the singer in a fiddle band.
Can anyone blame me? - I don't think they'd dare,
My soul says "No way" - But my mouth cries "Oh yeah!"
Here I am - your good friend Norman, not so humble anymore.
Others age - but I look younger, stronger that I did before.
I used to drive a Fiat Panda - now a lime green Cadillac.
Guess my story goes to show not all the 'devils' own' dig black.
I know there is a price I must pay for my thirty years misspent,
when my satanic manager recoups my soul (100%).
I'll meet him at the crossroads, midnight chimes - my time has come
to party with the 'porno-queens' down by the shores of acheron.
I'll party on in acheron!
No one could dissuade me - I fell to my kness,
my conscience said "No" - my libido "Yes please!"
I have put my pen to paper and eternally am damned,
I've squandered my immortal soul by singing in a fiddle band.
Could anyone blame me? - I don't think they dare,
my soul said "No way" - but my mouth cried "Oh yeah!"
'Evil I did dwell - Lewd did I live' -
It's a small price to pay for the gift that he gives.
Was it all worth it? - I'm too drunk to tell,
I swap my cocaine for the brimstone of hell.
Alan does in some ways do the same as Martin, speak for the woes of the modern man in the modern world - but in a context of the ages gone by, and the desire for the past to rise again - which I find adds alot to his lyrics.
My favorite song of Alan's is Gods For The Godless
I have one Desire
let it be
a Pestilence upon your lands
a Plague upon all your houses
it is my wish
to Enslave all your people
The soil enriched with their Blood
To Burn your places of Worship
Our Gods shall become your Gods
All that lives on the vine is rotten
may your wines be foul
and your bread as the flesh of the dead
an ill wind to bring nought but decay
and the stench of your Slaughtered kin
The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes
and slavery in their limbs
as tools to build a new Empire
We are your cross to bear
Perhaps you shall be a martyred people
But as sure as the Night follows the Day
...a Dead People