A recent study served to confirm the patently obvious: song lyrics for the most popular genres of music are ridiculously obtuse — and getting worse over time. Though this might not be a revelation, the figures are distressing indicators of both an intellectually vapid societal and cultural future as well as its apparent inevitability.
If you’ve already moved away from Billboard music, congratulations, you refuse to be insulted. But if you haven’t, or if you’re concerned about pop culture trends acting as portents of systemic dysfunction, you should probably pay attention. Andrew Powell-Morse of SeatSmart studied the “Lyric Intelligence” of 225 Billboard songs in the Pop, Country, Hip-hop, and Rock genres that spent three or more weeks parked at the top of the charts to analyze any changes over the course of ten years. And change there was.
Ten years ago, the most popular songs read between a third and fourth grade level, but the inanity only increased with time, and after a five-year downward tumble ending in 2014 (the last year of the study), chart-topping hits had a reading level equivalent to second or third grade.
Broken into genres, the levels measured just 2.6 for Hip-hop/R&B, a tie of 2.9 for Rock and Pop, and faring best was Country at 3.3 — though declaring a winner in this insipid race to the bottom seems somewhat defeatist. Even further to that point, the most intellectually stimulating song, Blake Shelton’s Country hit “All About Tonight”, measured just 5.8, while wading deeply into the ludicrous was Three Days Grace’s “The Good Life”, at a level equivalent to 0.8 — begging the question, did they have to try to craft lyrics a kindergartner could easily read?
So how did this happen and why is it getting even worse? For the sake of brevity, this is a systemic issue being reinforced across the board by pandemic anti-intellectualism. Some have argued there is no harm in a bit of mindless distraction, but this is incontrovertibly false. When just six corporations control 90% of the media, and 80% of radio stations have identical playlists, mindless content isn’t a choice — it’s a virtual mandate. In this self-propelled cycle of banality, the conglomerates dictate content to be promoted by radio, which in turn pushes it endlessly, creating a false perception that what is being played is due to listener demand. But this insidious marketing ploy is more akin to kidnapping and is every bit as dangerous. There is a dearth in music options over the airwaves, so when vacuous lyrics are foisted on listeners, they become captives under duress. It is scientifically proven that flexing the intellect can slow cognitive decline, but there has been a cultural shift away from stimulating thought in favor of homogenization and living for the moment, and empty radio content is both symptom and reinforcement of that trend. Society is focused on entertainment, materialism, and self-promotion, and when coupled with a need for instant gratification, it’s really no wonder we’re in such a sorry state. Occasional forays into mindless distraction would be understandable and harmless if they were just forays, but the foundation is faulty due to a sharp decline in quality education at every level. Education has become the highest form of indoctrination with teachers forced into regurgitating information so their students can pass tests rather than become innovators and original thinkers. And who could blame them? Currently, they’re held to the ridiculous system where their performance is ranked, and salary determined by how those students perform on standardized tests that are, themselves, flawed. As Randi Weingarten, the president of the American Federation of Teachers, put it, “This country has spent billions on accountability, not on the improvement of teaching and learning at the classroom level.” An education system based almost solely on taking tests is not only intellectually dimming, it’s stressful — instructors doling out the tests are given a set of instructions for what to do when students vomit on their test booklets. All of this is designed to send students to college where the situation is perpetuated. According to Catherine Liu, a film and media studies professor at the University of California, “We don’t educate people anymore. We train them to get jobs.” From a political standpoint, all this ‘dumbing down’ makes sense: indoctrination creates obedience. If music and culture focus on mindless diversion, and education lacks, well, education, then people lack the acuity necessary to question the absurdity of the system. Those who manage to liberate themselves from this mold and have the gumption to question official authority will find a cozy spot on the government’s watch list. So while we bemoan our country’s lack of intellectual prowess, it isn’t by a failure of design. The author of aptly titled Idiot America, journalist Charles Pierce, thoroughly summed up the issue this way: “The rise of idiot America today represents–for profit mainly, but also and more cynically, for political advantage in the pursuit of power–the breakdown of a consensus that the pursuit of knowledge is a good.” Unfortunately, if the lyrics study is a prognostic omen, the epidemic of idiocy will only get worse. …

Read More: http://www.whydontyoutrythis.com/2015/12/this-is-how-popular-music-lyrics-dumb-down-our-society.html

Hip-hop is often obtuse because it uses lots of street vernacular.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

lol

The only pop music I normally listen to is three nights of Eurovision each year.

The rest is classical and early music, some folk & ethnic and my own compositions.

I wonder what they think “obtuse” means.

Here’s what the dictionary says.

adjective
1.
not quick or alert in perception, feeling, or intellect; not sensitive or observant; dull.
2.
not sharp, acute, or pointed; blunt in form.
3.
(of a leaf, petal, etc.) rounded at the extremity.
4.
indistinctly felt or perceived, as pain or sound.

what about begging the question

They got a picture of Kanye West heading this article. I’d be more interested in listening to My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy than 99% of anything produced before the turn of the millennium.

—————————————————————
1962:

Love, love me do.
You know, I love you.
I’ll always be true.
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do

(Repeat)

Someone to love
Somebody new
Someone to love
Someone like you

Love, love me do.
You know, I love you.
I’ll always be true.
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do

(Repeat)
—————————————————————
1976:

It’s not the way that you do it
But how you do it to me
It’s not the way that I want it
But how you want it to be

They say that one and one make two-oo
But you and me, we know it’s three
They say that we won’t be happy
I wish they’d get off our tree

Ooh-na-na, Ooh-na-na-hi-ya
Ooh-na-na-hi-ya-hi-ya
Ooh-na-na, Ooh-na-na-hi-ya
Ooh-na-na-hi-ya-hi-ya

You’re my honey bee, my apple pie-hie-ie
You’re my honey, I belong in your eye
Ooh-ooh, la-la-la-la-lah
Ooh-ooh, la-la-la-la-lah

It’s not the way that you do it
But how you do it to me
It’s not the way that I want it
But how you want it to be

—————————————————————
2010:
I’m living in the 21st century, doing something mean to it
Do it better then anybody you ever seen do it.
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it:
I guess every superhero needs his theme music.
No one man should have all that power.
The clocks tickin’, I just count the hours.
Stop trippin’ I’m tripping off the power
21st century Schizoid Man.
The system broken, the school’s closed, the prison’s open.
We ain’t got nothing to lose motherfucker we rollin’,
With some light skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands
In this white man’s world, we’re the ones chosen.
So goodnight cruel world: I’ll see you in the mornin’,
This is way too much, I need a moment.
(Chorus)
You short minded niggas thoughts is Napoleon
My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in
I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
He knows, he’s so fuckin’ gifted
I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault
My child-like creativity, purity and honesty is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me, taking my inner child I’m fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that they entrust in me
As I look down at my dyin’ man encrusted piece.
Colin Powell, Austin Powers
Lost in translation with a whole fuckin’ nation
They say I was the abomination of Obama’s nation
Well that’s a pretty bad way to start a conversation

—————————————————————
2014:
My lover’s got humour, she’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval, I should’ve worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak, a fresh poison each week

“We were born sick,” you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom.”
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well, Amen

(Chorus 2x:)

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea, get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine-looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty, that looks plenty
This is hungry work

(Chorus 2x:)

No Masters or Kings, When the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human, Only then I am clean

(Chorus)

dv said:

—————————————————————
1962:

Love, love me do.
You know, I love you.
I’ll always be true.
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do

(Repeat)

Someone to love
Somebody new
Someone to love
Someone like you

Love, love me do.
You know, I love you.
I’ll always be true.
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do

(Repeat)
—————————————————————
1976:

It’s not the way that you do it
But how you do it to me
It’s not the way that I want it
But how you want it to be

They say that one and one make two-oo
But you and me, we know it’s three
They say that we won’t be happy
I wish they’d get off our tree

Ooh-na-na, Ooh-na-na-hi-ya
Ooh-na-na-hi-ya-hi-ya
Ooh-na-na, Ooh-na-na-hi-ya
Ooh-na-na-hi-ya-hi-ya

You’re my honey bee, my apple pie-hie-ie
You’re my honey, I belong in your eye
Ooh-ooh, la-la-la-la-lah
Ooh-ooh, la-la-la-la-lah

It’s not the way that you do it
But how you do it to me
It’s not the way that I want it
But how you want it to be

—————————————————————
2010:
I’m living in the 21st century, doing something mean to it
Do it better then anybody you ever seen do it.
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it:
I guess every superhero needs his theme music.
No one man should have all that power.
The clocks tickin’, I just count the hours.
Stop trippin’ I’m tripping off the power
21st century Schizoid Man.
The system broken, the school’s closed, the prison’s open.
We ain’t got nothing to lose motherfucker we rollin’,
With some light skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands
In this white man’s world, we’re the ones chosen.
So goodnight cruel world: I’ll see you in the mornin’,
This is way too much, I need a moment.
(Chorus)
You short minded niggas thoughts is Napoleon
My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in
I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
He knows, he’s so fuckin’ gifted
I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault
My child-like creativity, purity and honesty is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me, taking my inner child I’m fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that they entrust in me
As I look down at my dyin’ man encrusted piece.
Colin Powell, Austin Powers
Lost in translation with a whole fuckin’ nation
They say I was the abomination of Obama’s nation
Well that’s a pretty bad way to start a conversation

—————————————————————
2014:
My lover’s got humour, she’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval, I should’ve worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak, a fresh poison each week

“We were born sick,” you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom.”
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well, Amen

(Chorus 2x:)

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea, get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine-looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty, that looks plenty
This is hungry work

(Chorus 2x:)

No Masters or Kings, When the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human, Only then I am clean

(Chorus)

Nice.

cherrypicked data.

ChrispenEvan said:

cherrypicked data.

another major?

ChrispenEvan said:

cherrypicked data.

Arguably but there seriously was a tremendous amount of banalorific shit in the 60s, 70s, and 80s, and for complex and thoughtful lyrics I will go for modern hip-hop every day.

i give you Macarthur’s park, no banality in that, and long too.

dv said:

ChrispenEvan said:

cherrypicked data.

Arguably but there seriously was a tremendous amount of banalorific shit in the 60s, 70s, and 80s, and for complex and thoughtful lyrics I will go for modern hip-hop every day.

Poetry can be insightful.

Postpocelipse said:

ChrispenEvan said:

cherrypicked data.

another major?

Did you experience a little indigestion after last night’s treatment perhaps? Might have felt like cherry bombs with the strength of your medication but I assure you it’s entirely safe………

ChrispenEvan said:

i give you Macarthur’s park, no banality in that, and long too.

That’s a lovely song.

> A recent study served to confirm the patently obvious: song lyrics for the most popular genres of music are ridiculously obtuse — and getting worse over time.

I haven’t noticed this. I find the lyrics of most classical music equally obtuse.

I have noticed two things, though. One is that rhythms of modern songs are always much more complicated than old songs. The other is that modern instrumental-only music is 99% crap.

the days of pearly spencer

the ultimate cheer up its not so bad song

By co-incidence I was listening to the radio yesterday and heard a 70s song that was utter crap.
the lyrics were :

Where’s your mama gone? (Where’s your mama gone?)
Little baby Don (Little Baby Don)
Where’s your mama gone? (Where’s your mama gone?)
Far, far away

Where’s your papa gone? (Where’s your papa gone?)
Little baby Don (Little baby Don)
Where’s your papa gone? (Where’s your papa gone?)
Far, far away
Far, far away

Last night, I heard my mama singing a song
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Woke up this morning and my mama was gone
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep, Chirp

I think it’s a stretch to say lyrics are getting worse, it’d be hard to make them worse than that.

dv said:

ChrispenEvan said:

cherrypicked data.

Arguably but there seriously was a tremendous amount of banalorific shit in the 60s, 70s, and 80s, and for complex and thoughtful lyrics I will go for modern hip-hop every day.

There’s been no shortage of either extreme then or now.

Not that complexity of itself is anything to admire.

Furthermore, De gustibus non est disputandum.

abundance there’s no shortage of it

transition said:

abundance there’s no shortage of it

ROFL

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.

Us, and them
And after all we’re only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it’s noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it’s only round and round.
Haven’t you heard it’s a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There’s room for you inside.

“I mean, they’re not gunna kill ya, so if you give ‘em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won’t do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, ‘cos I would’ve given him a thrashing – I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really…I mean good manners
don’t cost nothing do they, eh?”

Down and out
It can’t be helped but there’s a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who’ll deny it’s what the fighting’s all about?
Out of the way, it’s a busy day
I’ve got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.

Song of the year 2016…

When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And I can’t sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?

And, darling, I will be loving you ‘til we’re 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I’m thinking ‘bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am

So, honey, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are

When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don’t remember my name
When my hands don’t play the strings the same way (mmm…)
I know you will still love me the same

‘Cause, honey, your soul could never grow old, it’s evergreen
And, baby, your smile’s forever in my mind and memory
I’m thinking ‘bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it’s all part of a plan
Well, I’ll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you’ll understand

That, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
Thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are (oh, oh)

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lo-ud

So, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
But maybe we found love right where we are
Oh, baby, we found love right where we are
And we found love right where we are

I love you, I hate you, I’m on the fence, it all depends
Whether I’m up or down, I’m on the mend, transcending all reality
I like you, despise you, admire you
What are we gonna do when everything all falls through?
I must confess, I’ve made a mess of what should be a small success
But I digress, at least I’ve tried my very best, I guess
This, that, the other, why even bother?
It won’t be with me on my deathbed, but I’ll still be in your head

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you
Tell me I’m exceptional, I promise to exploit you
Give me all your money, and I’ll make some origami, honey
I think you’re a joke, but I don’t find you very funny

My internal monologue is saturated analog
It’s scratched and drifting, I’ve become attached to the idea
It’s all a shifting dream, bittersweet philosophy
I’ve got no idea how I even got here
I’m resentful, I’m having an existential time crisis
Want bliss, daylight savings won’t fix this mess
Under-worked and over-sexed, I must express my disinterest
The rats are back inside my head, what would Freud have said?

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you
Tell me I’m exceptional, I promise to exploit you
Give me all your money, and I’ll make some origami, honey
I think you’re a joke, but I don’t find you very funny

I wanna wash out my head with turpentine, cyanide
I dislike this internal diatribe when I try to catch your eye
I hate seeing you cry in the kitchen
I don’t know why it affects me like this when you’re not even mine to consider
Erroneous, harmonious, I’m hardly sanctimonious
Dirty clothes, I suppose we all outgrow ourselves
I’m a fake, I’m a phoney, I’m awake, I’m alone
I’m homely, I’m a Scorpio

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you
Tell me I’m exceptional, I promise to exploit you
Give me all your money, and I’ll make some origami, honey
I think you’re a joke, but I don’t find you very funny
Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you
Tell me I’m exceptional, I promise to exploit you
Give me all your money, and I’ll make some origami, honey
I think you’re a joke, but I don’t find you very funny

Dog goes woof, cat goes meow.
Bird goes tweet, and mouse goes squeak.
Cow goes moo. Frog goes croak, and the elephant goes toot.
Ducks say quack and fish go blub, and the seal goes OW OW OW.
But there’s one sound that no one knows…
WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?

Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?
Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!
Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!
Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?
Joff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!
Joff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!
Joff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?

Big blue eyes, pointy nose, chasing mice, and digging holes.
Tiny paws, up the hill, suddenly you’re standing still.
Your fur is red, so beautiful, like an angel in disguise.
But if you meet a friendly horse, will you communicate by mo-o-o-o-orse, mo-o-o-o-orse, mo-o-o-o-orse?
How will you speak to that h-o-o-orse, h-o-o-orse, h-o-o-orse?
WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?!

Jacha-chacha-chacha-chow!
Jacha-chacha-chacha-chow!
Jacha-chacha-chacha-chow!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?
Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!
Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!
Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?
A-hee-ahee ha-hee!
A-hee-ahee ha-hee!
A-hee-ahee ha-hee!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?
A-oo-oo-oo-ooo!
Woo-oo-oo-ooo!
WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?!

The secret of the fox, ancient mystery.
Somewhere deep in the woods, I know you’re hiding.
What is your sound? Will we ever know?
Will always be a mystery what do you say?

You’re my guardian angel hiding in the woods.
What is your sound? (A-bubu-duh-bubu-dwee-dum a-bubu-duh-bubu-dwee-dum)
Will we ever know? (A-bubu-duh-bubu-dwee-dum)
I want to, I want to, I want to know! (A-bubu-duh-bubu-dwee-dum)
(Bay-buh-day bum-bum bay-dum)

blink

Each to his own, kii…

Actually my son loved that.

dv said:

Each to his own, kii…

Actually my son loved that.

I thought they were both very appropriately placed next to each other….

dv said:

Each to his own, kii…

Actually my son loved that.

I didn’t say it was a personal favourite and I can totally understand why kids like it. You know they made a kid’s book about it?

I think there is a lack of imagery in today’s lyrics

Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin have great imagery within their lyrics.

Postpocelipse said:

I thought they were both very appropriately placed next to each other….

How?

dv said:

Postpocelipse said:

I thought they were both very appropriately placed next to each other….

How?

Yours was a good example of contemporary internal dialogue in adults and kii’s that of the learning environment appropriate for children

Something works well when these two get together:

I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind
I seen nights full of pain, days are the same
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try but I’m cursed, so never mind
And it’s worse, but better times seem further and beyond
The top gets higher the more that I climb
The spot gets smaller and I get bigger
Trying to get in where I fit in, no room for a nigga
But, soon for a nigga it be on, motherfucker
Cause, all this bullshit done made me strong, motherfucker

So I pick the world up
And I’ma drop it on your fucking head
Bitch, I pick the world up
And I’mma drop it on your fucking head
And I could die now, rebirth,
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth,
I’m gone…

I know what they don’t wanna tell you
Just hope you’re heaven-sent, and you’re hell-proof
I walk up in the world and cut the lights off
And confidence is a stain they can’t wipe off
My word is my pride
But wisdom is bleak, and that’s a word from the wise
Served to survive, murdered and bribed
And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside
And I pick the world up
And I’ma drop it on your fucking head
Bitch, I pick the world up
And I’mma drop it on your fucking head
And I could die now, rebirth,
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth,
I’m gone…

It hurts, but I never show this pain you’ll never know
If only you could see just how lonely and how cold
And frostbit I’ve become, my back’s against the wall
When push come to shove
I just stand up and scream “fuck ‘em all”

Man, it feels like these walls are closing in,
This roof is caving in, it’s time to raise it, then
Your days are numbered like pages in
My book of rhymes. Got ‘em cooking, boy
This crooked mind of mines got ‘em all shook
And scared to look in my eyes
I stole that fucking clock: I took the time
And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up
And butt-fucked this game up
Better be careful when you bring my name up
Fuck this fame, that ain’t what I came to claim
But the game ain’t gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
But I swear, one way or another
I’ma make these fucking haters believe it
I swear to God, won’t spare the rod
I’m a man of my words so your fucking heads better nod
Or I’ma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody
Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head’ll lie
Permanently, bitch, it’s beddy-bye
This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die!
My head is swol’, my confidence is up
This stage is my pedestal
I’m unstoppable, Incredible Hulk
You’re trapped in my medicine ball
I could run circles around you so fast
Your fucking head’ll spin, dog
I’ll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives

Postpocelipse said:

dv said:

Postpocelipse said:

I thought they were both very appropriately placed next to each other….

How?

Yours was a good example of contemporary internal dialogue in adults and kii’s that of the learning environment appropriate for children

The fruitful juxtaposition

dv said:

Postpocelipse said:

dv said:

How?

Yours was a good example of contemporary internal dialogue in adults and kii’s that of the learning environment appropriate for children

The fruitful juxtaposition

Lovely turn of phrase. I’ll do my best to borrow that somewhere.

Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower,
So it’s “fuck the world”, get a child out her.
Yeah my life a bitch, but you know nothin’ ‘bout her.
Been to Hell and back, I can show you vouchers.
I’m rollin’ Sweets, I’m smokin’ sour.
Married to the game, but she broke her vows.
That’s why my bars are full of broken bottles
And my night stands are full of open Bibles.
I think about more than I forget
But I don’t go ‘round fire expecting not to sweat
And these niggas know I lay ‘em down, make your bed.
Bitches try to kick me while I’m down: I’ll break your leg.
Money outweighin’ problems on the triple beam.
I’m stickin’ to the script, you niggas skippin’ scenes.
Be good or be good at it
Fuckin’ right I’ve got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it’s “fuck what they say”
I’m high as a bitch: up, up and away, man, I come down in a couple of days.
OK, you want me up in the cage, then I’ll come out in beast mode
I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G code.
It’s weezy, motherfucker, Blood gang and I’m in bleed mode.
All about my dough but I don’t even check the peephole.
So you can keep knockin’, but won’t knock me down.
No love lost, no love found.

INXS LYRICS
“Never Tear Us Apart”

Don’t ask me
What you know is true
Don’t have to tell you
I love your precious heart

I
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart

We could live
For a thousand years
But if I hurt you
I’d make wine from your tears

I told you
That we could fly
‘Cause we all have wings
But some of us don’t know why

I
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never ever tear us apart

Might have to do this in cover……

ChrispenEvan said:

i give you Macarthur’s park, no banality in that, and long too.

Yeah but what is it about?

Leaving the cake out in the rain..?

kii said:

Dog goes woof, cat goes meow.
Bird goes tweet, and mouse goes squeak.
Cow goes moo. Frog goes croak, and the elephant goes toot.
Ducks say quack and fish go blub, and the seal goes OW OW OW.
But there’s one sound that no one knows…
WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?

Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?
Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!
Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!
Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?
Joff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!
Joff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!
Joff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?

Big blue eyes, pointy nose, chasing mice, and digging holes.
Tiny paws, up the hill, suddenly you’re standing still.
Your fur is red, so beautiful, like an angel in disguise.
But if you meet a friendly horse, will you communicate by mo-o-o-o-orse, mo-o-o-o-orse, mo-o-o-o-orse?
How will you speak to that h-o-o-orse, h-o-o-orse, h-o-o-orse?
WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?!

Jacha-chacha-chacha-chow!
Jacha-chacha-chacha-chow!
Jacha-chacha-chacha-chow!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?
Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!
Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!
Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?
A-hee-ahee ha-hee!
A-hee-ahee ha-hee!
A-hee-ahee ha-hee!
WHAT THE FOX SAY?
A-oo-oo-oo-ooo!
Woo-oo-oo-ooo!
WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?!

The secret of the fox, ancient mystery.
Somewhere deep in the woods, I know you’re hiding.
What is your sound? Will we ever know?
Will always be a mystery what do you say?

You’re my guardian angel hiding in the woods.
What is your sound? (A-bubu-duh-bubu-dwee-dum a-bubu-duh-bubu-dwee-dum)
Will we ever know? (A-bubu-duh-bubu-dwee-dum)
I want to, I want to, I want to know! (A-bubu-duh-bubu-dwee-dum)
(Bay-buh-day bum-bum bay-dum)

cough.

A lot of heavy metal, industrial, alternative music has intelligent lyrics, very condemning of the stupidness of the machine/system often offending the status quo.

Cymek said:

A lot of heavy metal, industrial, alternative music has intelligent lyrics, very condemning of the stupidness of the machine/system often offending the status quo.

in fairness, that’s because that’s the very reason that many alternative music genres exists… to show the finger to popular music.

diddly-squat said:

Cymek said:

A lot of heavy metal, industrial, alternative music has intelligent lyrics, very condemning of the stupidness of the machine/system often offending the status quo.

in fairness, that’s because that’s the very reason that many alternative music genres exists… to show the finger to popular music.

Which is a good thing, the point was though that music many would think is unintelligent is the exact opposite.

diddly-squat said:

Cymek said:

A lot of heavy metal, industrial, alternative music has intelligent lyrics, very condemning of the stupidness of the machine/system often offending the status quo.

in fairness, that’s because that’s the very reason that many alternative music genres exists… to show the finger to popular music.

does popular music supplement for popular sentiment or neurosis?

Postpocelipse said:

diddly-squat said:

Cymek said:

A lot of heavy metal, industrial, alternative music has intelligent lyrics, very condemning of the stupidness of the machine/system often offending the status quo.

in fairness, that’s because that’s the very reason that many alternative music genres exists… to show the finger to popular music.

does popular music supplement for popular sentiment or neurosis?

Both probably, lots of whining about love.
The most boring predictable lyrics are hymns, my god :) they are boring and uninspired for the most part which is ironic considering the supposed subject matter

I see there is still plenty of disputing of matters of taste going on.

Bust since the question of whether one should dispute matters of taste may be considered a matter of taste, I’ll say nothing.

dv said:

2010:
I’m living in the 21st century, doing something mean to it
Do it better then anybody you ever seen do it.
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it:
I guess every superhero needs his theme music.
No one man should have all that power.
The clocks tickin’, I just count the hours.
Stop trippin’ I’m tripping off the power
21st century Schizoid Man.

21st Century Schizoid Man ..a rip of an intelligent prophetic King Crimson song from 1969:

Cat’s foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia’s poison door.
Twenty first century schizoid man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians’ funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.

Death seed blind man’s greed
Poets’ starving children bleed
Nothing he’s got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.

——

Madness increases to fill the available space I’ve long thought. And the past week or so in this asylum I suggest is uncontestable supporting evidence m’ l’d.

I like some talking in music, story telling, like blues guys do, too I like grunts in music, few do it like tony joe white does. Like JL H may’ve said roll it like porn, speaking of Canned Heat doin’ some of his tunes

That probably gives blues music a bad name given the amount of terrible porn out there, but if you take it in a positive way the idea’s not terrible.

I like Big Joe and lot of blues you know the common theme’s woman troubles.

transition said:

I like some talking in music, story telling, like blues guys do, too I like grunts in music, few do it like tony joe white does. Like JL H may’ve said roll it like porn, speaking of Canned Heat doin’ some of his tunes

That probably gives blues music a bad name given the amount of terrible porn out there, but if you take it in a positive way the idea’s not terrible.

I like Big Joe and lot of blues you know the common theme’s woman troubles.

Sampling when done well adds a lot to songs especially when the subject matter is the one sampled, Dubya for example seems to be the most sampled person I’ve come across pretty much always in a song calling him out for being an idiot

THE PROCLAIMERS LYRICS
“I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)”

When I wake up, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out, yeah, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you
If I get drunk, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, hey, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s havering to you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

When I’m working, yes, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s working hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I do
I’ll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home (When I come home), oh, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow old, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s growing old with you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da

When I’m lonely, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s lonely without you
And when I’m dreaming, well, I know I’m gonna dream
I’m gonna dream about the time when I’m with you
When I go out (When I go out), well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you
And when I come home (When I come home), yes, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who comes back home with you
I’m gonna be the man who’s coming home with you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da

And I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

I have always liked MC Lars Mr Raven, good flow and educational.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=d3z4mY5Xvr8

And of course, jay z with 99 problems. Urban story telling.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6uikJTnmtgw

been havin’ a little thinky ‘bout this

if intelligence is generalized to be the resources brought to bear in overcomin’ obstacles in the pursuit of goals, that sort of thing, then it’s always struck me there’s the problem of the goals or objective.

like you could get nasa to spend a billion dollars designing a biro to work in zero gravity, only to resolve after great effort that a pencil adequately does the job.

you know you did that grade three progression from pencil to something more permanent, the biro.

here I am all grown up on a computer typin’ shit out.

sometimes I imagine writin’ with crayon.

how could someone analyse the intelligence in song lyrics, what of that objective. What would the person make of a field holler, for example.

Substitute intelligence then for complexity of song lyrics.

How sweet to be an Idiot,
As harmless as a cloud,
Too small to hide the sun
Almost poking fun,
At the warm but insecure untidy crowd.

How sweet to be an idiot,
And dip my brain in joy,
Children laughing at my back,
With no fear of attack,
As much retaliation as a toy.

How sweet to be an idiot, how sweet.

I tiptoe down the street,
Smile at everyone I meet,
But suddenly a scream,
Smashes through my dream,
Fie fye foe fum,
I smell the blood of an asylum,
(Blood of an asylum,
But mother I play so beautifully, listen. ha ha)
Fie fye foe fum,
I smell the blood of the asylum,
Hey you, you’re such a pedant,
You got as much brain as a dead ant,
As much imagination as a caravan sign.

But I still love you, still love you,
Oh how sweet to be an idiot,
How sweet. how sweet. How sweet.

>Substitute intelligence then for complexity of song lyrics.

not sure how helpful that is, I can empty a box of matches and it has more complexity than orderly in the box.

had to look that up, think’t this

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_Sweet_to_Be_an_Idiot_(song)

LOL

A list of bands banned by the Soviet Union circa 1985.

Julio Iglesias?

dv said:

Julio Iglesias?

I was surprised to discover that 10 cc were neofascists as well.

The Rev Dodgson said:

dv said:

Julio Iglesias?

I was surprised to discover that 10 cc were neofascists as well.

Though, less so, given the colonialist attitudes expressed in Dreadlock Holiday and I’m Not In Love.

Inflammation of the foreskin reminds me of your smile

They certainly don’t write introductory lines like that anymore

Aieee! Herpes!
I wish I’d never heard of herpes!
I must admit I’m far from chirpy,
Since I discovered what I’d caught!
Herpes,
Is very bad to catch at thirty.
Besides, my mother thinks it’s dirty.
I’ll have to tell her it’s a wart!

— Fascinating Aïda, Herpes Tango.