Imagination...

Illusion, illusion
Illusion, illusion

Searching for a destiny that's mine
There's another place, another time
Touching many hearts along the way, yeah
Hoping that I'll never have to say

It's just an illusion (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah)
Illusion (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah)
Illusion

Follow your emotions anywhere
Is it building magic in the air?
Never let your feelings get you down
Open up your eyes and look around

It's just an illusion (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah)
Illusion (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah)
Illusion

Could it be that... it's just an illusion?
Putting me back in all this confusion?
Could it be that. it's just an illusion, now?
Could it be that... it's just an illusion?
Putting me back in all this confusion?
Could it be that. it's just an illusion, now?

Could it be a picture in my mind?
Never sure exactly what I'll find
Only in my dreams I turn you on
Here for just a moment then you're gone

It's just an illusion (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah)
Illusion (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah)
Illusion
...

 

There were still indie pop songs ...

"Bartender" — Emily James

 

"Real" — Mary McAvoy

 

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Sometimes it snows in april - Prince 1993

Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war
Just after I'd wiped away his last tear.
I guess he's better off than he was before
A whole lot better off than the fools he left here.
I used to cry for Tracy because he was my only friend.
Those kind of cars don't pass you every day.
I used to cry for Tracy because I wanted to see him again
But sometimes sometimes life ain't always the way.

Sometimes it snows in April, sometimes I feel so bad, so bad.
Sometimes I wish life was never ending
And all good things, they say, never last.

Springtime was always my favourite time of year
A time for lovers holding hands in the rain.
Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears.
Always cry for love, never cry for pain.
He used to say so strong unafraid to die
Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized.
No, staring at his picture I realized no one could cry the way my Tracy cried.

Sometimes it snows in April, sometimes I feel so bad.
Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending
And all good things, they say, never last.

I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there.
I know that he has found another friend.
Maybe he's found the answer to all the April snow.
Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again.

Sometimes it snows in April, sometimes I feel so bad, so bad.
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending
But all good things, they say, never last.

All good things that say, never last and love, it isn't love until it's past.

 

Everything together, humor, boobs, blasphemy ... geniuses :D

 

"Come Back for More" — Late to the Party

 

I would start with anything from Paul Simon, The Police/Sting, Supertramp/Roger Hodgson, Elton John/Bernie Taupin, even Pink Floyd.

On the more esoteric side, the lyrics of Rush are often quite the mouthful for singers, but beautiful or inspiring to read.
Stevie Wonder and Marvin Gaye wrote beautiful, poetic and political lyrics. I studied them assiduously, almost religiously.

In school (Berklee), I took a Lyrics writing class with Pat Pattison (who is a master lyricist and legendary teacher), and we studied the lyrics of some 1970s bands like REO Speedwagon, Boston, Styx, Fleetwood Mac, and Journey as well - the range of lyrics varied from masterful to very good, never worse.

Some of my favorite lyrics of all time are from Steely Dan (and/or Donald Fagen as a solo act). Highly recommended if you're not already familiar with their extraordinary catalog.

Here are some examples (taken from different songs and albums):

• I have never met Napoleon
  But I plan to find the time
  
  
• I remember the thirty-five sweet goodbyes
  When you put me on the Wolverine
  Up to Annandale
  It was still September
  When your daddy was quite surprised
  To find you with the working girls
  In the county jail
  I was smoking with the boys upstairs
  When I heard about the whole affair
  
  
• Any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you my friend
  Any minor world that breaks apart falls together again
  When the demon is at your door
  In the morning it won't be there no more
  Any major dude will tell you
  
  
• Babs and Clean Willie were in love they said
  So in love the preacher's face turned red
  Soon everybody knew the thing was dead
  He shouts, she bites, they wrangle through the night
  
  
• Are you with me Doctor Wu
  Are you really just a shadow
  Of the man that I once knew
  
  
• Drive west on Sunset
  To the sea
  Turn that jungle music down
  Just until we're out of town
  This is no one night stand
  It's a real occasion
  Close your eyes and you'll be there
  It's everything they say
  The end of a perfect day
  Distant lights from across the bay
  
  
• Last night I dreamed of an old lover dressed in gray
  I've had this fever now since yesterday
  Wake up darling they're knocking the Colonel's standing in the sun
  With his stupid face the glasses and the gun
  
  
• When we kissed we could hear the sound of thunder
  As we watched the regulars rush the big hotels
  We kissed again as the showers swept the Florida shore
  You opened your umbrella
  But we walked between the raindrops back to your door

 

Im too sexy for my shirt.(Eh,no youre not)

 

“Don’t You Worry Child” – Swedish House Mafia (ft. John Martin)

 

Exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers
Jewels cleaving skin between breasts.

Your Cadillac breathes four hundred horses over blue lines
You are going to Reseda to make love to a model from Ohio
Whose real name you don’t know

You spin like the Cadillac was overturning down a cliff on television
And the radio is on and the radioman is speaking
And the radioman says "Women were a curse."

So men built Paramount Studios
And men built Columbia Studios
And men built...Los Angeles

It is 5 A.M. and you are listening to Los Angeles
It is 5 A.M. and you are listening to Los Angeles

And the radioman says "It is a beautiful night out there!"
And the radioman says "Rock and roll lives!"
And the radioman says "It is a beautiful night out there in Los Angeles."

You live in Los Angeles and you are going to Reseda
We are all in some way or another going to Reseda someday to die
And the radioman laughs because the radioman fucks a model too.

Gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love
Gone savage for teenagers who are aesthetically pleasing in other words "FLY"
Los Angeles beckons the teenagers to come to her on buses
Los Angeles loves love

It is 5 am and you are listening to Los Angeles
It is 5 am and you are listening to Los Angeles

I am going to Los Angeles to build a screenplay about lovers who murder each other
I am going to Los Angeles to see my own name on a screen, five feet long and luminous
As the radioman says it is 5 A.M. and the sun has charred the other side of the world and come back to us
And painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet

It is 5 am and you are listening to Los Angeles
It is 5 am and you are listening to Los Angeles

You are listening
You are listening
You are listening
You are listening to Los Angeles

 

i forgot Broadcast, a lot of Trish's lyrics on Tender Buttons could pass as poetry on their own

Succumb to the line
The finishing time
The long distance runner
Has stopped on the corner
But I won't give up
Although I've stopped too

Before the end of me and you
The patchwork explains
The land is unchanged

Interpret the rooms
My tears in the typing pool
The letters are sighing
The ink is still drying
I told you the truth
And now I sigh too

The page turns on me and you
Across that white plain
The land is unchanged

 

"Things You Can't Change" — Rhys Lewis

 

“Cut Your Hair” — Pavement

 

“In The Aeroplane Over The Sea” — Neutral Milk Hotel

 

Yes!!! Neutral Milk Hotel, a classic. Incredible album.

some more indie, which i guess is still pop, from bibio

[Verse 1]
To see age in a flower
The dawns are speeding up
You know it'll hurt you
Feel all of a sudden
Tired and teary-eyed
You knew it'd kill you

[Verse 2]
Don't wear a tie that'll choke you
To death in the city
Take it off and forget
Spare the fret that'll make you
Miss all of Summer
Sweat it out and forgive

[Verse 3]
To see loss in a shower
The petals turn to mush
It still disappoints you
Then less of a sudden
You wire your weary mind
To let it deceive you

[Verse 4]
Don't force a smile that'll make you
Resent the city
Play it soft and forgive
Keep the frown that'll make you
Squint in the Summer
Play it slow and forget

and this one, which nearly brings me to tears every time i hear it:

[Verse 1]
To see within is to feel without a light
Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?
To find a stone just to bounce across the pond
Is the path it makes that's a clue to wordless songs

[Chorus 1]
Her hair curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her hair, it curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life

[Verse 2]
To live without is to live under a spell
Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell?
To find a bone and to float it down the stream
It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens

[Chorus]
Her hair curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights
Records the air like a memory of night
Her hair, it curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights
Records the air like a memory of night

 

Thanks.

"Strange Fruit" — Billie Holiday

 

"Only You" — Parson James

 

"Teardrop" — Massive Attack