Or the line “There were plants and birds and rocks and things.” Was it that difficult to think of a fourth item for the list? And for a bonus, it follows, “I was looking at all the life.” To most people, ‘rocks’ do not qualify as a form of life.
Bob Seger, Roll Me Away, which is otherwise a pretty cool song:
WTF? How does he know it was a young hawk? Is he an expert at identifying juvenile plumage? Do hawks old enough to fly even have juvenile plumage? He needed an extra syllable so he droped in “young” as filler, just like those limericks that go “There was a young man from Kilkenny . . .”
Yankovic, and it’s hardly lazy… it’s exactly the point. You could argue Harrison’s lyrics were lazy, but Yankovic was making fun of him for it.
And of course the title itself is a joke, since it’s seven words long.
I also have to object to some of the other choices here, like the “Ma na ma na” Muppets song. “Na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye,” “Around the world” and songs like that. In some songs, repetition is the point; the voice is being used as an instrument. You don’t complain about the guitarist playing the same chord progression over and over, or the bassist repeating a few bass lines; sometimes the repetition of vocals is a deliberate choice. And the “Adieu, to you and you and you” line from The Sound of Music fits the scene perfectly - it’s a choreographed part of a musical, after all, not a stand alone song.
Lazy lyrics are ones like “A Horse With No Name” where they’re traditional lyrics but the songwriter was obviously drunk, high, or just didn’t give a shit.
don’t ask – and everyone else – pls. don’t quote long chunks of lyrics, in the interest of protecting the artists’ copyrights. If you need a long quotation to make your point, pls. link to the lyrics elsewhere.
Don Black’s lyrics to “Tell Me On A sunday,” about how she wants him to say good-bye descends from “Take me to a park that’s covered with trees” to “Take me to a zoo that’s got chimpanzees” and finally “Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze.”
I can confirm that “in which we’re livin’” is correct. I have a not so shiny copy of “Wings Complete” published in 1977. (Which I see someone has a copy of which he’s sellin’ on eBay at the moment.) That’s how the lyrics are printed in the book.
I’m gonna give her that one. If you’re a (song)writer, what do you want? Cool quiet, time to think, and a pen that actually writes when inspiration strikes.
On the other hand, consider the Suzanne Vega song “Gypsy”. With the lyric:
“Yes now I’ve met me another spinner
Of strange and gauzy threads
With a long and slender body
And a bump upon the head”
A bump upon the head? Seriously?
Sorry, but juvenile hawks do have different plumage. Red-tailed hawks, for example, don’t develop the distinctive red tail for a couple of years. And bald eagles (essentially big-ass hawks) don’t develop the distinctive white head for almost four years. Young hawks also have different hunting patterns because they haven’t quite figured out the “sit on a branch until something moves and then eat it.” paradigm.
And the jailer man, and sailor Sam
Were searching everyone
For the band on the run
That’s the best Paul McCartney can come up with: jailer man, and sailor Sam?