The live versions make it pretty clear that he’s saying “which we live in.”
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, wipe out.
And then there’s;
Tequila!
Tequila!
Tequila!
What’s wrong with that rhyme? It can work pretty well.
This is how we used to make the party start
We to mix Hen with Bacardi Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you’re gonna prob’ly crawl
Arguably better than Barbara Streisand.
More lazy production than writing, but in A Quick One The Who chant “cello, cello, cello” repeatedly as a placeholder for strings. The strings were never added and the word “cello” appears 24 times in the official lyrics.
And only time will tell
If we stand the test of time
Van Halen, Why Can’t This Be Love
followed by the profound line
“The heat was hot”
My contribution: one of Cat Stevens lesser known songs called “Later”
“I want to feel your body close
From your head down to your toes
Maybe help you fold your clothes”
it’s corny, but at least toes rhymes with close (well, almost)
But “clothes” don’t rhyme with nuttin’, and it’s just plain stoopid.
In an interview once John said he sang nonsense words because he wanted the right words to sound fresher on the final take.
“Say what you wiiii-iiilll…and you will!”
80s hair-metal band ‘Fastway’ song ‘say What You Will’.
How did we get this far and not speak of the pomotus of love?
Wasn’t it a pompatus?
The ability to speak of the pomotus (sic) of love is reserved for the select few.
“…and the rest.”
Carole King is one of my favorites, but in Home Again she has:
Snow is cold, rain is wet
That is too easy.
And Dylan wrote:
That big fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon
So let the greats like King and Dylan have one day off in their career when they once wrote a lazy line. Or a lazy song.
I’ll see your, “Build my world around you,” and raise you, “Take my breath away.” Really sick of that phrase.
John Lennon: “Hey, does anyone have an idea how to end Hey Jude?”
George: Nah
Paul: Nah
Ringo: Nah
It’s important not to mistake down-and-dirty minimalism for laziness.
You’d be in error to suppose that Dale Hawkins’s lyrics for “Susie Q” were uninspired.
You can have your Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen. It’s the Trashmen for me.
A well a everybody’s heard about the bird
B-b-b bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
Don’t you know about the bird?
Sheer genius.
When we were kids, the rumor was that the sound tech walked out to use the facilities and they couldn’t stop playing for some reason.
Revolution 9.