Supercreep said:
Lyrics aren't poetry. They don't exist for their own sake. They are there to provide a connection for your audience -and to help them remember how the song goes. If the audience is listening, hopefully you are telling a story- at least something for the listener to hold on to.
-C
SC, I agree mostly with what you are saying, but I'd like to point out that some lyrics actually
are poetry. One can set a poem to music and make it a song (the Star Spangled Banner immediately comes to mind as a reasonably well known example.) Not always the case, obviously, but
Garnet Rodgers took a poem from Henry Lawson, put a great melody to it, and ended up with a pretty damn good song. He had to adjust the poem minimally here and there to fit the music (meter in most songs is, of course, tremendously important.
The original poem and a link to the tune is here:
http://ahistoricality.blogspot.com/2005/07/thursday-lyric-after-all.html
And since the poem/lyrics are really good:
After All
Words by Henry Lawson
Music by Garnet Rogers
The brooding ghosts of this dark night
Are gone from wood and Town.
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
Though it died when Sun went down.
The river is wide, the stream is strong,
And the grass is green and tall.
And I fain would think that this world of ours,
Is a good world, after all.
The light of passion in dreamy eyes,
The page of truth well read,
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold,
And a spirit once thought dead.
The song that goes to a comrade's heart,
The tear of pride let fall,
My heart grows brave, and the world, to me,
Is a good world, after all.
Let our enemies go by their own dull paths,
Let theirs be doubt and shame.
The man who's bitter against the world
Has only himself to blame.
Let the darkest side of the past stay dark,
And only good recall,
For I must believe that the world, to me,
Is a good world, after all.
It may be that I saw too plain,
It may be I was blind,
But I'll keep my face to the morning light,
Though the Devil stand behind.
Though the Devil may stand behind my back
I’ll not see his shadow fall?
And I'll read, in the light of the Morning Star
Of a good world, after all.
Rest, for your arms are weary, Love,
You drove the worst away.
And the ghost of the man that I might have been
Is gone from my heart today.
We'll live our life for the good it brings,
'Till our twilight shadows fall.
Oh, my heart grows brave, and the world, to me,
Is a good world, after all.