I know, but music often takes artistic license. 
It was the best we could do with what we had to work with. Not a big fan of Johnny Cougar (Mellencamp). Why is rain on the scarecrow a bad thing? Why does it take 90% of I Need a Lover before the singing starts? 
You’re welcome. Definitely a pretty song. I was just listening to it for the first time in years recently because I was made aware that the guy who wrote the song and was in Cowboy died in February. 
Yeah, I have one. And it fucking pisses me off.
The song is Girlfriend, by Matthew Sweet. A great song - rocking groove, fun lyric about needing a girlfriend and digging you, a lead by Robert Quine. Yay!
And at the very end? The motherfiucker sings “…and i’m never gonna set you free. No no I’m never gonna set you free.”
End of song. What?
Who said it was okay to go Creepy Perv Criminal on us?
I still argue with myself about whether it’s okay to like that song.
Johann Pachelbel’s C-major setting of Psalm 100 may sound nice, but the first word is repeated (at least in the bass part) three times quickly, then another three times quickly. For me, not being a native German speaker, the word “Jauchzet” is not simple to pronounce. And when I have to sing it three times fast, I guess I sound more or less “Yowza yowza yowza!”.
Which is probably not exactly how Mr. Taco Bell Cannon wanted it. 
But it still bugs me.
Moody Blues’ concept album Days of Future Passed might be overbloated and pretentious, but it has some nice songs. But then they blow it in the closing poem with the line “senior citizens wish they were young.” Couldn’t they come up with a less clinical word for “old people”?
There was a period of time when that was the polite term used by nearly everyone. I don’t know the album - is this line satirical, or straightforward?
Any sentence that uses the words “your sex” as in, “I want Your Sex” and “Your Sex Takes me to Paradise”. Skeevy, objectifying . . . just icky.
And, not a line, but in Rihanna’s Love on the Brain, which is a slowish, bluesy kind of song, apropos of nothing she let’s out an enthusiastic “Woo!” that sounds so out of place it embarrasses me for her.
I agree, that really clunks.
Oh, good, a chance to rant about a modern lyric which just slays me in its… ineptitude? Rudeness? Tone-deafness?
In the song “Meant to Be” by Florida/Georgia Line and Bebe Rexha, she (Bebe) sings:
“I don’t mean to be so uptight, but my heart’s been hurt a couple times
By a couple guys that didn’t treat me right
I ain’t gonna lie, ain’t gonna lie.
'Cause I’m tired of the fake love, show me what you’re made of
Boy, make me believe”
So, she’s had a few love affairs, is tired of all the stupid BS lines about her looks, and is asking this guy she is singing to at least try to win her over.
His response? Let’s review it word by word from the perspective of someone who sang the above:
“Whoa.”
*hmmm… not the most impressive of starts, but let’s continue… *
“Hold up,…”
Wow. Didn’t really like hearing what I told him. Told me to stop twice in a mere three words.
“… girl…”
*That’s a word of respect! Though, to be honest, I did refer to him as ‘boy’ earlier… *
“Don’t you know you’re beautiful…”
Fuck. Another dipshit. Of course I know I’m beautiful, idiot. What do you think I meant by “fake love”?
“… and it’s easy to see.”
*Well, thanks for proving your just like all the other redneck assholes around here. Let me guess, in an hour you’re going to be slurring “your just sho hot, baby, letsh goes to my plashe”. Fuck you, asswipe. This will teach me for opening my heart to a dude in a fucking honkey-tonk. Didn’t you hear a goddamned word I said?"
*
Anyway, if the girl in the song still hooks up with the guy after that response, the fault is far more on her than him. 
Oddly enough, the local pop stations have recently been playing this song without the guys lyrics. It goes from her saying the above then immediately into chorus. I have no idea why they would do this, either.
I like the song “Jar of Hearts” by Christina Perri quite a bit. But parts of it are a little clunky:
You’re gonna catch a cold? That’s right: you’re so awful that you’re going to have a minor illness. Maybe it’ll develop into a nasty cough that you need over the counter medication for! Take that!
Much as I love Billy Joel’s Piano Man, it bugs me that some of the verses have internal rhymes and some don’t. And the line “making love to his tonic and gin” is just creepy. So I changed them. The first two aren’t really any different, but I think I’ve really improved the third:
There’s an old man
A glass in his hand
Getting drunk on his tonic and gin.
If I could leave this bar
Then I would be a star
Why can’t I get the hell out of this place?
Yes, they drink to excess
And to loneliness
But it’s better than drinking alone.
Straightforward. There’s nothing wrong with the phrase “senior citizens” per se, but in the context of “poetic” words like “Cold-hearted orb that rules the night” it definitely clunks.
I don’t care for Paul McCartney’s “Live and Let Die,” but a lot of people do. Still, I cringe when I hear:
But if this ever changin’ world
In which we live in…
I thought the line is “. . . in which we’re livin” 
It’s really difficult to tell. That’s what I believed the line was, but after listening to it many more times, I’m thinking perhaps it’s a little bit of revisionism or wishful thinking that he sang that and that the “in which we live in” people are right in that is what he sings.
I’ve tripped on that line too. Like finishing the Mona Lisa by drawing her face with a Sharpie.
Ooga chaka from Hooked on a feeling. Doesn’t fit the song at all
Eric Clapton’s “Wonderful Tonight” is ruined by that last verse when she has to drive his drunk ass home and drag him to bed. The romance is lost.
Yeah, the original BJ Thomas version, without the Ooga Chacka part, is so much better. What did surprise me recently, though, is that the Blue Swede cover that we’re all familiar with is not the first Ooga Chacka version. Jonathan King was responsible for that particularl arrangement.
When I was a teenager and Michael Sembello’s Maniac came on, you bet I was right on that dance floor. However, as I got older I listened to the actual words and, damn, that song made me mad.
There’s a cold, kinetic heat. . . Every word makes the previous word more stupid. And then
On the line between will and what will be. . . Between the what and the who now?