Prog-rock singers and song writers
Posted by: Guido Fawkes on 02 January 2010
The best songwriters of this genre didn't sound angry, try to write how miserable life was/is, but simply created something interesting to listen to. No protest songs, nothing from personal experience and they called it pretentious - here are a couple of example, but please supply more.
A haunting lyric from one of the best writers of prog-rock songs - Kevin Ayers
She climbs up the stairs by the light of a candle
Then the door with no handle is closing behind her again
She places the light on a chair by the window
Says a prayer while the wind blows
And then in her bed clothes she hides
Now she’s safe from the darkness
She’s safe from it’s clutch
Now nothing can harm her
At least not very much
She climbs up a hill and is handed a parcel
Then she unwraps the parcel
And discovers a castle inside
The draw bridge is open
And a voice from the water
Says "welcome my daughter"
We’ve all been expecting you to come
She climbs up the stairs with the light of a candle
Then the door with no handle is closing behind her again
Now she’s safe from the darkness
She’s safe from it’s clutch
Now nothing can harm her
At least not very much
Please click here to hear one of the very best prog-rock vocalists ever
and a different slant from a man who was once in a Caravan - Richard Sinclair
I'm vitamin-enriched
What's more, I'm absolutely wholesome!
No artificial processing or anything so loathsome!
You'll fancy me at lunch, not to mention tea
I'm easily digested naturally!
You'll want to slip me in your kitchen
How'd you like to mother me?
And I'll be tasty, Mr. Pastry, wouldn't that be lovely?
My mother once told me, 'eat what you are given'
Don't worry mum, I've realised what fun that could be
It makes a real man of me now, I think you'll agree
I've got more calories than brown bread in me now
No-one can tell !!!
So don't be scared by the thought
of putting on three extra stone
Disregard all dieting information
It's best to leave well alone
You're better off fully grown!
Please click to hear to hear Richard in full swing
A haunting lyric from one of the best writers of prog-rock songs - Kevin Ayers
She climbs up the stairs by the light of a candle
Then the door with no handle is closing behind her again
She places the light on a chair by the window
Says a prayer while the wind blows
And then in her bed clothes she hides
Now she’s safe from the darkness
She’s safe from it’s clutch
Now nothing can harm her
At least not very much
She climbs up a hill and is handed a parcel
Then she unwraps the parcel
And discovers a castle inside
The draw bridge is open
And a voice from the water
Says "welcome my daughter"
We’ve all been expecting you to come
She climbs up the stairs with the light of a candle
Then the door with no handle is closing behind her again
Now she’s safe from the darkness
She’s safe from it’s clutch
Now nothing can harm her
At least not very much
Please click here to hear one of the very best prog-rock vocalists ever
and a different slant from a man who was once in a Caravan - Richard Sinclair
I'm vitamin-enriched
What's more, I'm absolutely wholesome!
No artificial processing or anything so loathsome!
You'll fancy me at lunch, not to mention tea
I'm easily digested naturally!
You'll want to slip me in your kitchen
How'd you like to mother me?
And I'll be tasty, Mr. Pastry, wouldn't that be lovely?
My mother once told me, 'eat what you are given'
Don't worry mum, I've realised what fun that could be
It makes a real man of me now, I think you'll agree
I've got more calories than brown bread in me now
No-one can tell !!!
So don't be scared by the thought
of putting on three extra stone
Disregard all dieting information
It's best to leave well alone
You're better off fully grown!
Please click to hear to hear Richard in full swing
Slightly tongue in cheek??
Good stuff, sections remind me of this forum.
Good stuff, sections remind me of this forum.