Tuesday, 27 January 2009

Day 10

Lyrics. They can ruin a song, get lost in a song, make a song fantastic. Some songs, even without great lyrics, are good songs. I love Mercury, by Bloc Party, but it doesn't really have much lyrical genius going on. But when lyrics and song combine...well. Well, well, well. For example; Goldie Lookin' Chain. You may laugh (you're supposed to, duh), but they're fantastic lyrics. "She's saving saving up the pennies, hoping they turn into pounds, to have an operation, swap her gender round," is pure genius in my opinion.

Fionn Regan is another good one for interesting lyrics; "Shake hands with lightning, for an apple on a string." As is, "I have become an aerial view of a coastal town that you once knew." His gentle music is such a relief from the day to day bollocks, and the lyrics are so strange, it's fantastic. His musical style is very similar to Damien Rice, but Rice is far more serious. Cannonball is beautiful, and one of my personal favourite songs, and I implore you to go and put it on, right now. Youtube was made for copyright infringement, so go ahead!

I started this blog (i.e. today's post, not the blog as a whole) to try and decide for myself what lyrics I like, and what I believe makes a good lyric, but I've decided I'm in grave danger of just banging on about it. I've only got seven minutes to get this in in time, so I will bang on, instead, about lyrics I hate, beginning with some about time. "4 minutes to save the world..." from Madonna's thighs. I hate Madonna, more than almost any other pop artist. Put your bloody witch body away, woman. And "I got 21 seconds to go," in the first chorus, then 60 seconds later, "I got 21 seconds to go." Well, we've got a boy crying wolf here, haven't we? I was inclined to believe you before, but it looks like you were lying the first time...so I don't think you've got 21 seconds at all. You've got at least a minute, so your call is not important anymore.

Anyway, I better wrap this beast up; not a vintage post I'm afraid, I'll endeavour to improve over the next few days. I'm letting you down, and I'll be firing some innocent backroom staff to ensure my profits stay high, and my blame stays low, for the next few posts.

1 comment:

  1. I'll be honest, i like it when lyrics are abstract, but within the realms of comprehensibility, unlike Fionn. It also helps when there's a killer, dead-pan, monotone voice to accompany the abstract lyrics. I don't think Alex Turner could pull off Interpol lyrics in quite the same way.

    She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kids gloves
    But she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox
    She swears I'm just prey for the female
    Well then hook me up and throw me baby cakes cause I like to get hooked
    She says brief things her love's a pony
    My love's subliminal

    I fucking love that song.

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