Literal complaints at lyrics

“I got a girl, she lives up the hill.
She won’t do it, but her sister will.”

Oh, nice - screwing around on your woman?

“You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold
You gotta be wiser, you gotta be hard
You gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger
You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm
You gotta stay together”

Oh fuck so off with the checklist horseshit.

“Take my hand and pull me down,
But I’ll put up with it,
Cause I’m easy” (Kieth Carridine’s one-hit wonder)

Right - you do wimpy you, then.

“I hear the to-tal mass re-tain!”

Oh what abstruse horse-hockey are you going on about now, Jon Anderson?

“It’s a clean machine!”

Aren’t you just the quaintest sod.

Should come up with a few more after some more lawnchair contemplations…

I got nothin’ right now, but I’m subscribing anyway, because this has entertaining potential. And I’m sure to come up with something myself, eventually.

Kiss: “I got a '35 Chevy on a '55 frame
Can’t even spell my name”

This guy must have had someone forge his signature for any contractual documents?

I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
'Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

Oh, right, I mean more to you than a meal, then? Thanks for not much.

j

Aaah… it was going to be a silly comment…

Being from the Carolinas, I’ve always wondered why a friend of James Taylor would hit him from behind.

15 or so years ago I sang it that way and my mom said that she thought it was “gleam machine” and I was like “that’s probably right, after all they wouldn’t use the exact same adjective to describe something twice, right? Cause that would be silly.” … maybe not :confused: :smiley:

Thanks!
Indeed - let your inner cynic guide you.:slight_smile:

I have to say those lyrics are great. While we’re dealing with those gibronies:

“In just a few more hours, and I’ll be right home to you.”

:rolleyes:

“I think I hear them callin’ - oh Beth, what can I do?”

Yeah, conflicted, huh? That…push/pull, you’re despairing over?
(Yup - looks like the boys got the ol’ Parisienne convertible out tonight - later, Beth!)

“I kissed a few and once did sit
On Ivor the Engine Driver’s lap
And later with him, had a nap” (A Quick One - The Who)

Um EXCUSE ME what were you up to, young man?

more importantly, everything compares to everything. May not be favorable or meaningful but still compares. I can compare the Marianas Trench to a Buick but why would I?

“I bought a 30 Ford wagon and we call it a woodie.” That’s because you’re a dick, friend.

I am a Yes fan from way back, but the older I get, the more ridiculous his lyrics seem. And they started off pretty silly.

“Please allow me to introduce myself”

And then he never does. He just hints at who he is and says “Hope you guess my name”.

Okay, he does say “Just call me Lucifer” but while you can call him that, it apparently isn’t his actual name. Because after he says it, he’s still asking “what’s my name” and “can you guess my name”.

Sheryl Crow, All I Wanna Do

Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Lettin’ each one burn down to his
Thick fingers before blowin’ and cursin’ them out

If you can curse at a match and it goes out, you got some ‘splainin’ to do.

Chris Squire had many WTF spats with Jon over his lyrics. (heh - understandable - the amazing bassist sang a lot of back-up)

“Don’t want to close my eyes
I don’t want to fall asleep
'Cause I’d miss you, baby
And I don’t wanna miss a thing.”

Ok - sooooo… Your narcolepsy is that bad that you’re afraid you’ll nod off while admiring her?

More YES:

“In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there”

Well, what the hell else are mountains going to do??

or - “it makes the chill…dren, really ring.”

Like, what - they all form a ring so that there’s one big halo over them?

Or rampantly play knocky-knocky-nine door?

I just hope this doesn’t become an eventual Jon Anderson pit thread.

Louie Louie, oh no no no, me gotta go, oh no
Louie Louie, oh baby, me gotta go

Ok, so just go already!

He’s introducing himself as a man of wealth and taste.

I’m just a girl in the world
That’s all that you’ll let me be…

Gwen, who’s the jerk preventing you from joining NASA’s Astronaut Training Program?!