Ooh. Did I hurt it’s wittle fEeWiNgS? Awwwww. I like a good, dark lyric as much as the next person, but that segment from One just cracks me up. They achieved self-parody with that, it’s as good as anything in Spinal Tap. Also, the song was inspired by a Vietnam war protest movie, “Johnny Got His Gun”, and has nothing to do with the untimely death of Cliff Burton in a bus accident.
I like both of these songs but some of the lyrics make me wonder :
Angie Aparo - Spaceship –
“Are you going to walk around with a silly grin and a bubble on your head?
A shapeship landed at the mall. There was a big parade.
Everybody got laid and they burned all the books and the
Chevrolets and they grow so fast they never crawled.”
Gordon Lightfoot - Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald–
“As the big freights go it was bigger than most.”
fails repeatedly to recognize Rush as his country’s greatest contribution to the world:
Geddy Lee is the singer for Rush. Neil Peart is the drummer. Neil Peart also writes the lyrics. Way back before Neil Peart joined, they had John Rutsey as their drummer, and Geddy Lee wrote the lyrics. Geddy Lee also plays the bass and synthesizer. Alex Lifeson is their guitarist, in case you were wondering.
Now for my stupid lyric contribution, although I love the song:
“Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Dave’s on sale again
We kissy kiss in the rearview
We’re so bored
You’re to blame”
-Everything Zen by Bush
I am thoroughly enraged that none of you uncultured savages have invoked def leppard in here.
Yes, I have all their albums and even a t-shirt from my misspent youth, but they have to be the authors of some of the most retarded drivel ever to assault an audience in the history of the lyric. To whit:
And who could forget he timelessness of such pearls of inspiration as:
sniff what a bunch of dreck. Do these fools even speak english?
And let’s not forget the lyrical genius of whoever wrote this shit:
Comic relief, should have been on a comedy tape.
There are many other songs that make me think “what the fuck are you talking about?” to myself.
The first time this happened I was driving around in san antonio and heard something like this:
I said “What the fuck are you talkin’ about, Randy?” out loud and since then, it’s been an inside joke between me and my brother to say “What the fuck are you talking about Randy?” in the same context as “Whatchya talkin’ bout, Willis?”
I love stupid song lyrics. Sometimes I think that they’re here for a reason, but I don’t know what it is.
Water2j: Wally knows all that. Hell, it’s standard preschool stuff in Canada (which is of course the only school the Wallster ever finished!): he just likes to tease the sophisticated people a bit by pretending to screw up the entire Rush line-up all the time
‘Abra-Abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya’
Steve Miller Band
'You can dance if you wanna
You can leave your friends behind
Cuz your friends can't dance
And if they can't dance
Then they're no friends of mine'
Safety Dance (Men Without Hats)
'I ran. I ran so far away. I couldn't get away.'
Flock 'o Seagulls
And even though I love the song, I have to admit
'Midnight at the oasis,
Put your camel to bed...' is pretty lame.
And if anyone wants to challenge Metallica for most depressing, I’d have to nominate “Alone Again.” Yeah, found the sheet music for that one in a box and a more depressing suicide song, there has never been.
This pathetic excuse for a song got so much airplay that it being nauseating to hear it. In desperation I came up with an alternative lyric just to survive:
“Don’t smell my farts
My Inky Stinky farts
It’s more than your nose could ever stand…”
Any lyric written by Bernie Taupin. He never met a metaphor he couldn’t mangle. eg “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, where the dogs of society howl” and whatever the lyrics are to Bennie and the Jets. I can sort of understand bad lyrics coming from Mr. Taupin., but when good lyicists write bad lyrics their clangers are more noticble. Take, for example on of my faves, Bruce Springsteen. Hre are two of his bad lines.“Mary Queen of Arkansas, this bastard’s loves redeeming.” (Mary Queen of Arkansas), and “I’d drive all night, just to buy you some shoes, and to see your pretty face.”
Gordon Lightfoot - Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald–
“As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most.” **
um, i can’t see why that’s a problem, exactly. when the Edmund Fitzgerald was built, it was the biggest freight ship in the Great Lakes. a year or two before her final voyage, however, another freighter was built that exceeded her tonnage. so she lost her title of the biggest freighter on the Lakes, but could still out-class almost any other ship out there.
the whole stanza helps the context:
"The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most,
With a crew and good captain well-seasoned."
ok, i’ll grant it’s not necessarily on par with “To be or not to be…”, but i wouldn’t really call it stupid.
for THAT, i nominate “Havin’ My Baby” :: gag ::
“You’re havin’ my baby
What a lovely way of sayin’ that you’re thinkin’ of me.”
excuse me. i must go and vomit, then scrub my fingers with steel wool for having typed those alledged lyrics. that whole song is enough to make me claw my way through the wall of a locked room, just to get away from it. :eek:
Here’s a gem from “I wanna wife” sung by a woman
explaining why she’d rather have a wife than a husband.
When the brats start squawkin’
she’ll shut 'em up for me
I wish that she would hurry up
I’m trying to watch TV
she bought it on my birthday
remote with PIP
well, if I remember hers this year
a broom she’ll get from me.
Or this, from “Bang” written and sung by same woman,
who’s just blasted all of her co-workers (in the song):
So now that they’re all dead
the classifieds I read
but I see there’s no good jobs out there for me
so i picked up this guitar
and I strummed out a few chords
and now I’m rich cause this song’s at #3
There’s also songs about her breakup with her cat, her cartoon husband, and how she wants a gay boyfriend… really, really, really stupid stuff…
uhh, sweetie, were you out sick with the chickenpox or something when they were teaching about parodies and social commentary at your school? obviously the point of these songs just went whizzing through the stratosphere when they reached your [h]airspace.
:rolleyes:
if you’d be so good as to pass along the name of the artist, i’ll be happy to give her the appreciation that is beyond you right now.
say what?!? you’ve never seen anyone with a complexion that was neither lily-white nor ebon-dark? granted, i can’t come up with a defense for the entire song (or even the singer’s popularity, for that matter), but the terminology quoted there is perfectly legit. (actually, if you make the assumption that the “her” is of Hispanic origins, a not-unreasonable leap of logic given the context, a “mocha” complexion is quite appropriate.)
hie thee to a coffee shop, m’dear, and broaden your horizons.