Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
Though now that I think of it I'm not sure Stephin Merritt would want any of those.
Like Bob Dylan records.
And also records. Mustn't forget records.
That is, worldly because of books.
In a suitably morose, bedroom pop way.
He would also be quite worldly.
I can imagine Stephin Merritt becoming a bum.
Oh, a very worldly bum, to be sure.
Perhaps smoky drifter. Or bum.