I find that song to be pure pop bliss. A very well written, both lyrically and musically, song. Excellent piano work, bass front work, and the falsetto is top notch. That song goes in my “love” category.
My submission is I’ve never been to me by Charlene. I had a friend that somehow thought it was a good song so I heard it way too much. That spoken refrain still makes me vomit in my mouth. What a steaming pile of shit.
I’ve never heard that before. I kinda like it. It’s got a bit of a ska beat to it.
The song I never want to hear again is “The Weight” by The Band or anybody else. Even Aretha can’t do that one justice.
“Summertime” is certainly up there. Turgid, maudlin, slow… I just kind of hate it.
On top of that, I have twice inadvertently seen it performed live – once by Van Cliburn, and once by John Lewis of the Modern Jazz Quartet – and in both cases, an elderly woman behind me began singing along with it. It’s just that kind of song.
Then one day a strong rain came
And washed all the crops away
And at the age of 13 I thought
I was carryin’ the weight of the Whole world on my shoulders
And you know, Mama knew What I was goin’ through, 'cause
Every day I had to work the fields
'Cause that’s the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the oldest of the family
And everybody else depended on me
Every night I heard my Mama pray
Lord, give him the strength to make another day
I know it’s a hugely popular song, and I think it’s even on a lot of ‘best songs ever’ lists, but I actively despise “Hotel California” by the Eagles. I don’t even know why, just please don’t ever make me hear that song again.
I hate everything about “Don’t You Want Me” by the Human League: the music, the singing, the lyrics, the beat… everything. Listening to more than five seconds of it puts me in a state of blind rage.
I was an extra in the movie “Heart of Dixie” back in the 80s. That morning we were bused to the set, which was the courthouse in a small Mississippi town, and not allowed to bring anything but our car keys. There was a big tent set up for everyone to hang out in until we were needed. We waited there until late afternoon. With nothing to do. There were kids, too, and they were restless so a game of musical chairs was set up. It was played to the Paul Simon song “You Can Call Me Al”. Over and over and over and over. For hours. There was no escaping it. I hate that song with a passion. It will always remind me of how much that day sucked. And to top it off, the scene we finally shot was cut from the film.
It’s a genre. I call it, “the wailing lovers” genre; the songs that basically say, “You treated me like a dog, I’ll still love you forever, and I’d let you treat me like a dog all over again if you gave me half a chance.”