Re: The song John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith, his name isn’t anybody’s name!.
I never thought about the possibility that the sheriff shot the deputy…nice theory! I always thought it was simpler, that the sheriff somehow wronged the singer to the point where he attacked and killed him, and the deputy was also there, but he did not shoot the deputy even though he could have, which is supposed to show that it wasn’t a robbery or pleasure murder.
“An assassin that’s second to none: The Man With The Golden Gun.”
I saw the film; spoiler alert: he went up against James Bond and came in second. According to the lyrics, “no hitman can match him”. According to Bond, “bang”.
Doodles Weaver: “That’s funny. Most people wear their faces on their head.”
Elton John I guess that’s why they call it the blues
Certainly does a good job on “reasons why being with your honey is superior to not being with your honey”
Pretty light on for actual reasons why “the blues” is called “the blues”
Well you see, Scaramanga had that song written. Aside from being a superior hitman, he also had a superior ego.
You should know you’ve gone too far when you write your own theme music. He probably had action music playing in his “game room”, too.
Speaking of which: You’re So Vain. No, not the ‘thinking the song is about you’ part; the part about how you’re where you should be all the time.
[beat]
And when you’re not, you’re with someone we’ll now discuss…
The mouse-over text FTW, as is often the case. 
I realise, Jefferson Airplane/Jefferson Starship/Starship, you were a seminal band at the forefront of an influential music scene in a progressive city during a socio-politically tumultuous time and whatnot, but you couldn’t have picked a more hideously pulseless, anodyne, watered down, pre-packaged-into-sterile-synthy-production attempt to represent such a place in the late 60’s rock pantheon with “We Built This City”.
This song should have been called “We Pooed, Vilely, On This City. (Sorry)”.
Forgot to add some Huey Lewis gripes.
“It’s hip to be square” - jeesh, the irony - what an edgy mindblower, that one.
“You been thinkin, and I’ve been drinkin,
You’d say anything to avoid a fight.”
Is that because she’s cowering away from you, you wife-beating, deadbeat drunk?
In “Power of Love”, sounds like he’s persuading someone about the simple and powerful pleasures of love, but in the bridge, he blurts out:
“They say that all in love is fair,
Yeah, but you don’t care.”
That second line sounds a little…tetchy? I thought this number had a sort of motivational tone going on, and then that sulky turd had to get dropped in there?
She’s singing about a psychopath. Those people can always justify their actions, and never understand why other people don’t buy it.
“some underworld spy…” Yeah, but I didn’t know he was a spy. And I was trying to figure out what he was doing and stop it.
“the wife of a close friend…” Yeah, but she came on to me. I couldn’t resist. And I barely know her husband, and he is one bad person.
Dennis Miller did the same line, except it was
Regards,
Shodan
Cecil did it better:
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost…
Ooooh, got a coupla real intelleck-shulls, here.
And we speak of things that matter,
In words that must be said…
…with a mighty high opinion of themselves.
This might be a surprise pick, but Pink Floyd’s Into the flesh has lyrics in it approved by Nazi Germany.
Are there any queers in the theater tonight?
Get them up against the wall
There’s one in the spotlight, he don’t look right to me
Get him up against the wall
That one looks Jewish!
And that one’s a coon!
Who let all of this riff-raff into the room?
There’s one smoking a joint!
And another with spots!
If I had my way
I’d have all of you shot!
Some more Nuge I forgot
“The stakes are high and so am I.
It’s in the air to-ni-i-ight.”
Oh - so were a pot smoker, then. Right.
With Amboy Dukes -
“Come along if you care
Come along if you dare
Take a ride to the land inside of your mind.”
Well, I see you have “dare” in there, which you’re a spokesman for, so, bully on ya, I’spose .
That is exactly what they were trying to portray.
An oldie but a goodie (?)The Warrior by Patti Smythe:
You talk, talk, talk to me
Your eyes touch me physically
Eww, sounds slimy. Hey, didn’t she feed on your eyes in a previous verse?!
Tom Lehrer, Folk Song Army
There are innocuous folk songs
But we regard them with scorn
The folks who sing 'em have no social conscience
Why, they don’t even care if Jimmy Crack Corn
The film makes it even more clear. It’s a fascist rally, and they beat up a bunch of “those” people.
I do have trouble with the sequence on side 4, that it isn’t clear that you’re not supposed to be cheering along going “HAMMER HAMMER”! Pink is not supposed to be a good guy at this point, but it kind of gets lost in all the excitement of the song. Bigotry and violence are an easy path to fall into. It’s so exciting! And the twin hammer logo is admittedly pretty cool.
But side 4 is Pink’s decent into madness, and subsequent self-judgement, and possible recovery (is this where…we came in?). It’s not supposed to be a model for behaviour.
Almost all of Jim Morrison’s shit, though Riders on the Storm is the perfect storm of stupid rhymes attempting to be deep poetry. Drugs may have helped make great art, but drugs don’t only make great art. That crap is exhibit A.