this joanna newsom pic....

[Fattening Ass]

plain with horrible voice

[Caine Walker]

can spektor play a harp like newsom? no, i didn't fucking think so.

/talent discussion

[Fattening Ass]

fuck that bitch too

[Irridescent Fairysex]

Kahlo shows his unadulterated idiocy in this thread. Regina Spektor vs Joanna Newsom, really?

[Caine Walker]

yeah, that one kind of threw me too.

[Kahlo]

Originally Posted by Irridescent Fairysex

Kahlo shows his unadulterated idiocy in this thread. Regina Spektor vs Joanna Newsom, really?

I was trolling you fucking idiot.

However I don't enjoy her music. I think its boring fey, lyrically bland and her voice is painfull.

STUPID LYRICS:

Down in the green hay
Where monkey and bear usually lay
They woke from a stable-boy's cry

He said; someone come quick!
The horses got loose, got grass-sick!
They'll founder! Fain, they'll die

What is now known by the sorrel and the roan?
By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?

It is: stay by the gate you are given
And remain in your place, for your season
And had the overfed dead but listened
To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom...

Did you hear that, Bear? Said monkey
We'll get out of here, fair and square
They've left the gate open wide!

So
My bride
Here is my hand, where is your paw?
Try and understand my plan, Ursala
My heart is a furnace
Full of love that's just, and earnest
Now; you know that we must unlearn this
Allegiance to a life of service
And no longer answer to that heartless
Hay-monger, nor be his accomplice
(that charlatan, with artless hustling!)
But; Ursala, we've got to eat something
And earn our keep, while still within
The borders of the land that man has girded
(all double-bolted and tight-fisted!)
Until we reach the open country
A-steeped in milk and honey

Will you keep your fancy clothes on, for me?
Can you bear a little longer to wear that leash?
My love, I swear by the air I breathe:
Sooner or later, you'll bare your teeth

But for now, just dance, darling
C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
Darling, there's a place for us
Can we go, before I turn to dust?
Oh my darling, there's a place for us
Oh darling
C'mon will you dance, my darling?
Oh, the hills are groaning with excess
Like a table ceaselessly being set
Oh my darling, we will get there yet

They trooped past the guards,
Past the coops, and the fields, and the farmyards
All night, till finally:

The space they gained grew
Much farther than the stone that bear threw
To mark where they'd stop for tea

But walk a little faster
And don't look backwards
Your feast is to the East, which lies a little past the pasture

When the blackbirds hear tea whistling, they rise and clap
And their applause caws the kettle black
And we can't have none of that!

Move along, Bear; there, there; that’s that
Though cast in plaster
Our Ursala's heart beat faster
Than monkey's ever will

But still;
They have got to pay the bills
Hadn't they?
That is what the monkey'd say

So, with the courage of a clown, or a cur
Or a kite, jerking tight at its tether
In her dun-brown gown of fur
And her jerkin' of swansdown and leather

Bear would sway on her hind legs;
The organ would grind dregs of song, for the pleasure
Of the children, who'd shriek
Throwing coins at her feet
Then recoiling in terror

Sing, dance, darling
C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
Oh darling, there's a place for us
Can we go, before I turn to dust?
Oh my darling, there’s a place for us

Oh darling
C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
You keep your eyes fixed on the highest hill
Where you'll ever-after eat your fill
Oh my darling, dear, mine
If you dance
Dance, darling, and I love you still

Deep in the night
Shone a weak and miserly light
Where the monkey shouldered his lamp

Someone had told him
The bear had been wandering
A fair piece away from where they were camped

Someone had told him
The bear'd been sneaking away
To the seaside caverns, to bathe

And the thought troubled the monkey
For he was afraid of spelunking down in those caves

Also afraid what the village people would say
If they saw the bear in that state;

Lolling and splashing obscenely
Well, it seemed irrational, really; washing that face

Washing that matted and flea-bit pelt
In some sea-spit-shine, old kelp dripping with brine

But monkey just laughed, and he muttered;
When she comes back, Ursala will be bursting with pride

Till I jump up!
Saying: you've been rolling in muck!
Saying: you smell of garbage and grime!

But far out
Far out
By now
By now
Far out, by now, Bear ploughed
'Cause she would not drown:

First the outside-legs of the bear
Up and fell down, in the water, like knobby garters

Then the outside-arms of the bear
Fell off, as easy as if sloughed from boiled tomatoes

Low'red in a genteel curtsy
Bear shed the mantle of her diluvian shoulders;

And, with a sigh,
She allowed the burden of belly to drop like an apron full of boulders

If you could hold up her threadbare
Coat to the light where it's worn translucent in places

You'd see spots where
Almost every night of the year Bear had been mending suspending that baseness

Now her coat drags through the water
Bagging, with a life's-worth of hunger, limitless minnows;

In the magnetic embrace
Balletic and glacial of Bear's insatiable shadow;

Left there!
Left there!
When Bear left Bear
Left there!
Left there!
When Bear stepped clear of Bear

Sooner or later you'll bury your teeth

[Ever]

Regina Spektor can produce some good music like Twenty Years of Snow, Apres Moi and Samson but she can also be very annoying and produce songs like On the Radio, Summer in the City, Edit etc.

If she just stuck to her classical piano training and focused on less contemporary themes in such a narrow light and instead moved onto the general and explored more timeless ideas and concepts I'd find myself enjoying her music a lot more.

[redbreegull]

Fuck you guys, Regina Spektor is much more talented. This is a serious post.

[Kahlo]

I enjoy her music more, But I don't know about talented. Until she even attempts something along the lines of Newsoms last effort who knows...

I also agree about some of the radio friendly shit she has released recently...

[Ever]

Originally Posted by redbreegull

Fuck you guys, Regina Spektor is much more talented. This is a serious post.

Joanna Newsom is pretty talented too, guy. She's a better poet than Regina that's for sure, but I think Regina will or should gain that with age.

[Kahlo]

Originally Posted by Ever

Joanna Newsom is pretty talented too, guy. She's a better poet than Regina that's for sure, but I think Regina will or should gain that with age.

I don't think Joanna Newsom is a good poet to be honest. She has an interesting choice in words, but I find her overall songs are pretty contrived, twee and just don't work overall. You could maybe say the same about Regina.

I didn't seriously think this was going to turn into a Regina vs. Joanna thing again, but Izzle took the bait the young fool

[Ever]

lol I like them both. I like that bit in Apres Moi which Regina sings in Russian; she should do that more.

[Kahlo]

BUT LOL U CANT LIKE DEM BOTH R U CRAZY?!?! CHOOSE ONE!!

My mate always says that she is Enya for the 2000's

[Mablak]

Originally Posted by Kahlo

I was trolling you fucking idiot.

However I don't enjoy her music. I think its boring fey, lyrically bland and her voice is painfull.

STUPID LYRICS:

Down in the green hay
Where monkey and bear usually lay
They woke from a stable-boy's cry

He said; someone come quick!
The horses got loose, got grass-sick!
They'll founder! Fain, they'll die

What is now known by the sorrel and the roan?
By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?

It is: stay by the gate you are given
And remain in your place, for your season
And had the overfed dead but listened
To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom...

Did you hear that, Bear? Said monkey
We'll get out of here, fair and square
They've left the gate open wide!

So
My bride
Here is my hand, where is your paw?
Try and understand my plan, Ursala
My heart is a furnace
Full of love that's just, and earnest
Now; you know that we must unlearn this
Allegiance to a life of service
And no longer answer to that heartless
Hay-monger, nor be his accomplice
(that charlatan, with artless hustling!)
But; Ursala, we've got to eat something
And earn our keep, while still within
The borders of the land that man has girded
(all double-bolted and tight-fisted!)
Until we reach the open country
A-steeped in milk and honey

Will you keep your fancy clothes on, for me?
Can you bear a little longer to wear that leash?
My love, I swear by the air I breathe:
Sooner or later, you'll bare your teeth

But for now, just dance, darling
C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
Darling, there's a place for us
Can we go, before I turn to dust?
Oh my darling, there's a place for us
Oh darling
C'mon will you dance, my darling?
Oh, the hills are groaning with excess
Like a table ceaselessly being set
Oh my darling, we will get there yet

They trooped past the guards,
Past the coops, and the fields, and the farmyards
All night, till finally:

The space they gained grew
Much farther than the stone that bear threw
To mark where they'd stop for tea

But walk a little faster
And don't look backwards
Your feast is to the East, which lies a little past the pasture

When the blackbirds hear tea whistling, they rise and clap
And their applause caws the kettle black
And we can't have none of that!

Move along, Bear; there, there; that’s that
Though cast in plaster
Our Ursala's heart beat faster
Than monkey's ever will

But still;
They have got to pay the bills
Hadn't they?
That is what the monkey'd say

So, with the courage of a clown, or a cur
Or a kite, jerking tight at its tether
In her dun-brown gown of fur
And her jerkin' of swansdown and leather

Bear would sway on her hind legs;
The organ would grind dregs of song, for the pleasure
Of the children, who'd shriek
Throwing coins at her feet
Then recoiling in terror

Sing, dance, darling
C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
Oh darling, there's a place for us
Can we go, before I turn to dust?
Oh my darling, there’s a place for us

Oh darling
C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
You keep your eyes fixed on the highest hill
Where you'll ever-after eat your fill
Oh my darling, dear, mine
If you dance
Dance, darling, and I love you still

Deep in the night
Shone a weak and miserly light
Where the monkey shouldered his lamp

Someone had told him
The bear had been wandering
A fair piece away from where they were camped

Someone had told him
The bear'd been sneaking away
To the seaside caverns, to bathe

And the thought troubled the monkey
For he was afraid of spelunking down in those caves

Also afraid what the village people would say
If they saw the bear in that state;

Lolling and splashing obscenely
Well, it seemed irrational, really; washing that face

Washing that matted and flea-bit pelt
In some sea-spit-shine, old kelp dripping with brine

But monkey just laughed, and he muttered;
When she comes back, Ursala will be bursting with pride

Till I jump up!
Saying: you've been rolling in muck!
Saying: you smell of garbage and grime!

But far out
Far out
By now
By now
Far out, by now, Bear ploughed
'Cause she would not drown:

First the outside-legs of the bear
Up and fell down, in the water, like knobby garters

Then the outside-arms of the bear
Fell off, as easy as if sloughed from boiled tomatoes

Low'red in a genteel curtsy
Bear shed the mantle of her diluvian shoulders;

And, with a sigh,
She allowed the burden of belly to drop like an apron full of boulders

If you could hold up her threadbare
Coat to the light where it's worn translucent in places

You'd see spots where
Almost every night of the year Bear had been mending suspending that baseness

Now her coat drags through the water
Bagging, with a life's-worth of hunger, limitless minnows;

In the magnetic embrace
Balletic and glacial of Bear's insatiable shadow;

Left there!
Left there!
When Bear left Bear
Left there!
Left there!
When Bear stepped clear of Bear

Sooner or later you'll bury your teeth

Can you describe what's 'stupid' about those lyrics? I mean are you sure you're not simply projecting a dislike for Newsom's voice/music onto the lyrics? Is it the parable-like story with animal characters that makes it seem too child-like or something? The tone that the lyrics set is simply amazing, insidious and haunting. The structure that contributes to this is pretty ingenious, I mean the refrain 'dance, darling, come on will you dance, my darling' is initially used in a promissory sense, but as the story progresses the true nature of it becomes disturbingly clear, as sort of an insane and selfish plea. And this unexpected transition makes aspects of its earlier stages more disturbing on repeated listens.

If your issue lies in Newsom's diction, then seriously, she slant rhymes magnetic with balletic, if that's not interesting enough for you then I suppose you just like trite lyrics. Her rhyming, and use of consonance and assonance is freewheeling and awesome, and best of all unexpected most of the time. I guess you could say she uses too much nature and farm imagery, but regardless the lyrics are varied and verbose enough to consider this a rather small complaint at best.

Even if you dislike her lyrics, surely you can see how complex and worthy of analysis they are compared to 99.9% of music in general. Maybe you should post some lyrics that completely trump these and we can analyze those.

[Ever]

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[Mablak]

I feel like there should be a soundbyte of that repeated ad nauseam in this thread

[I'm Hardcore]

Originally Posted by redbreegull

Fuck you guys, Regina Spektor is much more talented. This is a serious post.

watch out guys, he's serious

[celluloid_love]

i haven't lsitend to regina spektor but just look at her name

[Shapan]

im better off thinking every post redbreegull makes is a joke

i dont drool over ys like some people around here do but talking down newsom's talent is stupid

"im not saying shes not talented im saying shes not as talented as spektor"

this is also wrong

[Kahlo]

obviously Spektor isn't in her league

But I can appreciate Newsoms music.. I just don't have to like it

[ravenguy2000]

you know who was really talented? picasso

[Shapan]

Originally Posted by Kahlo

But I can appreciate Newsoms music.. I just don't have to like it

yeah this is fine

[Kahlo]

Originally Posted by ravenguy2000

you know who was really talented? picasso

don't fucking start

I hate this argument and where it leads

[ChristHimself!]

Originally Posted by Kahlo

But I can appreciate Newsoms music.. I just don't have to like it

yo, you just got sonned by mablak!!!!

[I'm Hardcore]

Kahlo you obviously don't appreciate her music because you've gone out of your way to list some of her "stupid" lyrics

[???]

eh kahlo you bastard. you've unequivocally defended regina in every previous discussion on here, now you turn around and tell me you're trolling? wonder why i'm inclined not to believe you man


i remember long long ago someone posted the lyrics to a bright eyes song and neopryn creamed himself in a fit of "YES! FUCK YES!!"es.

now, when i read those joanna lyrics, i'm tempted to do the same thing- how can you call her anything less than an absolute visionary? her lyrics are extremely literate, positively shakespearean compared to 99% of anyone else's lyrics past or present, let alone in the "pop" idiom, and they're just utterly...well, timeless. so rich, meticulously detailed, so eloquent and poetic. monkey & bear is probably her most unusual song, being the story it is, so its really not fair to just post those lyrics and expect everyone to think "oh, what an overlong, kooky load of shit". there is so much substance and originality in those words that i think very few lyricists or writers short of shakespeare, byron or keats probably even compare. listen to songs like Peach, Plum, Pear or Bridges and Balloons if you want a more conventional example of her talent, but those songs are every bit as luscious and imaginative as the stuff on Ys.

i mean, what can regina do? "en it breks mah hart....ha-ha ha ha- ha ha ha-art"

yeah.

[celluloid_love]

awesome av ravenguy

[celluloid_love]

I LIVE TO HATE WHORES
CHEAP SLUTS, FUCKING CUNTS
YOU LIVE TO DIE
BLOOD COMES OUT OF HER MOUTH
SHE TRIES TO SCREAM

IM A SICK FUCK
I KILL FOR PLEASURE
IM A SICK FUCK
I KILL FOR PLEASURE

[I'm Hardcore]

Originally Posted by ???

very few lyricists or writers short of shakespeare, byron or keats probably even compare.

oh dear fucking god. there is no need for overly dramatic bullshit like this.

[???]

and also, for the record, joanna can probably sing in a normal voice but chooses not to

for obvious reasons