"If I write a song and put it out there, its not mine anymore... It takes on a life of its own, and when you listen to it, it becomes your song." Chris Cornell
"What I enjoy doing is making paintings with lyrics, creating colorful images." Chris Cornell
"Jimi Hendrix included, Chris was the greatest songwriter to ever come out of Seattle. Hendrix could play the guitar like crazy, but Chris had the songwriting chops that we all sort of hope to get to. He had a way that he could wrap a melody around odd time signatures and weird parts and make them catchy. And he was a beautiful wordsmith.” Jeff Ament, Bassist of Pearl Jam
"The reason there's no modern-day Shakespeare is because he didn't have anything to do except sit in a room with a candle and think." Chris Cornell
Previously overshadowed by Soundgarden's grinding sludge and furious rock sound, the beauty of Chris Cornell's poetry took the front stage in his first solo album "Euphoria Mornings" which was released 1999. The album was recorded in the course of a year at the home studio of geniuses Alain Johannes and Natasha Schneider, a husband-and-wife team also known as the band ELEVEN.
Though "Euphoria Mornings" was not as warmly welcomed by Soundgarden rock fans, the album remains one of Chris Cornell's best works. According to Houston Press, "Euphoria Morning is one of those rare moments where Cornell exudes authenticity by laying all his strengths and weaknesses on the table, and allowed him to accidentally create an alt-rock masterpiece."
Check out some songs by Chris Cornell from "Euphoria Mornings", Soundgarden, and Audioslave. Undoubtedly some of the most haunting and beautiful play of words cast into song.
Are you good at playing with words in your song lyrics? If you have a song that sounds almost like poetry, you can send it here. The song can use vivid imagery, all sorts of figures of speech, and other techniques you can pick up from the songs presented below.
SONGS AND VIDEOS
Here are some interesting lines from famous poets in history:
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality
If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary
We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
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