/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.19945946]

Are songs literature?

[Anonymous No.19946009]

Yes.

[Anonymous No.19946011]

>>19945946
No. Read the Republic.

[Anonymous No.19946016]

Does the body rule the mind
Or does the mind rule the body?
I don't know.

[Anonymous No.19947747]

>>19945946
Yeah, given that it's a song with vocals and lyrics

[Anonymous No.19947789]

[Intro]
E- Every day pon every time is pon
Merry-go-round noritai no
Every day pon every time is pon
Tabun sonnan ja dame desho

[Verse 1]
Ano kousaten de
Minna ga moshi skip wo shite
Moshi ano machi no mannaka de
Te wo tsunaide sora wo miagetara
Moshimo ano machi no dokoka de
Chance ga tsukamitai no nara
Mada naku no ni wa hayai yo ne

You tell me

[Anonymous No.19947895]

>>19945946
Ask Bob Dylan and his literature Nobel

[Anonymous No.19947903]

>>19945946
ARe hoes Bitcherature?
FUCK OFF

[Anonymous No.19949001]

I was always workin' steady, but I never called it art.
I got my shit together, meeting Christ and reading Marx.
It failed my little fire but it spread a dying spark.
Go tell the young Messiah, what happens to the heart.

There's a mist of summer kisses where I tried to double park.
The rivalry was viscious, the women were in charge.
It was nothing, it was business, but it left an ugly mark.
I've come here to revisit what happens to the heart.

I was selling holy trinkets, I was dressing kind of sharp.
Had a pussy in the kitchen, and a panther in the yard.
In the prison of the gifted I was friendly with the guards,
So I never had to witness, what happens to the heart.

I shoulda seen it coming, after all I knew the chart,
Just to look at her was trouble, it was trouble from the start.
Sure we played a stunning couple, but I never liked the part
It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle, what happens to the heart.

Now the angel's got a fiddle, the devil's got a harp
Every soul is like a minnow, every mind is like a shark
May have broken every window, but the house, the house is dark, I care but very little,
What happens to the heart.

Then I studied with this beggar, he was filthy, he was scarred
By the claws of many women he had failed to disregard,
No fable here, no lesson, so singing meadowlark
Just a filthy beggar guessing, what happens to the heart.

I was always workin' steady, but I never called it art
It was just some old convention, like the horse before the cart
I had no trouble betting, on the flood against the Ark
You see, I knew about the ending, what happens to the heart.

I was handy with a rifle, my father's 303
I fought for something final, not the right to disagree

https://youtu.be/zH62hWI2SL0

[Anonymous No.19949013]

yes
no
maybe
thank you
fuck you
arrivaderci and good night

[Anonymous No.19949027]

Yes because lyrics, like most other literature, are usually fucking terrible

[Anonymous No.19949211]

Poetry isn't literature (Sorry DDLC)

[Anonymous No.19949731]

>>19945946
why wouldn't they be? what how would you contrast congs and literature? I think songs are more physical