Then you're listening to the wrong music.

- and some lyrics are so bad that I shudder every time I hear them, even though I like the music they go with.

Again, you're listening to the wrong music. Check out Josh Ritter's So Runs the World Away album. Fucking brilliant at every level.

The Remnant️ ↗ (An allegorical song about a pursuit between epic godlike figures, a metaphor for chaos and order. The pulsing monotone backing beat echoes the drama of the chase described in the song.)

⛓️‍💥[Removed] Dammit, man, if that doesn't give you chills, I don't know what will:

And the ground will open out into a mouth below us
And the mouth will open out into the empty sky
And the whistle as we hurtle through the halls of onyx
The only sound around us as we go by
And I'll follow you out through the wells of charcoal
Moonlit stones around the cones of a black hole
Through the fields where grow the ever and forever
The tessellated blooms with the voids at their centers
Through the million rooms in a bead of luminescence
The filaments on the looms of dimension
The pillars of creation where they make the planets
The billion tiny teeth that tear the charge from your atoms
In a trillion tiny bites they'll eat the meat from the pearl
And throw your soul away a cold grey little world

Holy shit!

And listen to his amazing story song, Another New World️ ↗, that recalls Edgar Allen Poe and the age of exploration perfectly. One of the saddest and most beautiful love songs ever written in my opinion, and it's written for a ship. The sadness and bitterness at the end of the song is palpable.

The leading lights of the age all wondered among themselves what I would do next,
After all that I'd found in my travels around the world, was there anything left?
"Gentlemen," I said, "I've studied the maps, and if what I am thinking is right,
There's another new world, at the top of the world, for whoever can break through the ice,"

I looked 'round the room, in that way I once had, and I saw that they wanted belief,
So I said, "All I've got are my guts and my God," then I paused, "and the Annabel Lee."
Oh, the Annabel Lee, I saw their eyes shine, the most beautiful ship in the sea,
My Nina, my Pinta, my Santa Maria, my beautiful Annabel Lee

I've listened to this song probably fifty times now and it still brings tears to my eyes. That's powerful. And again, the dire and stripped down music echoes the tone of the lyrics. It is damn near a perfect song. And that's just one musician. I could come up with a hundred more examples easily.