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How Popular Music’s Lyrics Perpetuate American Idiocy
Anti Media ^ | May 20, 2015 | Claire Bernish

Posted on 06/15/2015 7:35:27 AM PDT by don-o

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To: don-o

“Lonely is the night
When you find yourself alone . . .”


81 posted on 06/15/2015 1:29:48 PM PDT by RinaseaofDs
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To: Calvin Locke

It was what the media conglomerates who own the record companies and the radio stations want people to hear. Next issue: why?


82 posted on 06/15/2015 1:48:19 PM PDT by dangus
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Most lyrics don’t even bother with punctuation, it’s usually only stuff that was originally written as a poem that somebody set to music that gets punctuation. So then what is a sentence if there’s no punctuation? I suppose you could argue the whole verse is a sentence.

The only thing that makes that not grade school level today is the use of words that have mostly evaporated from the language. Nobody does much “thus” and “hath” anymore. But at the time those words were common they weren’t advanced language. It’s gained grade levels with age.

Great lyrics don’t have to include fancy words. Great sentences don’t have to include fancy. Lyricism in language usually revolves around nice clean beats, clean beats are generally found in smaller words. Try working “prestidigitation” into some iambic pentameter... heck try working “iambic pentameter” into iambic pentameter. “Magic” works way better, two syllables, easy accent. “Veni, vidi, vici”, so simply a first semester Latin student can translate it, and yet one of the greatest sentences ever, even in English it’s got a great ring.


83 posted on 06/15/2015 1:57:21 PM PDT by discostu (In fact funk's as old as dirt)
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To: discostu

Oh, come on. It’s a 15.1 Flesh-Kincaid grade level sentence, with or without the archaic language. That sentence reflexes so often it hiccoughed and kicked itself in the ear.


84 posted on 06/15/2015 2:35:32 PM PDT by dangus
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To: dangus
The music business is down right nasty. Even the mafia was involved with some acts going back.

I've heard stories of a good band being signed to a contract only to be left languishing because the company had too much invested in a similar sounding group.

As for what the companies are pushing, for some reason, it is the more profitable genre. Don't know why.

85 posted on 06/15/2015 3:02:51 PM PDT by Calvin Locke
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To: Fiji Hill

Try this one...

I’m a Ding Dong Daddy-Johnny Johnson and his Orchestra

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouhjFf0jliQ


86 posted on 06/15/2015 3:52:57 PM PDT by Fresh Wind (Falcon 105)
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To: Paulie
Ah, the old days when lyrics were actually meaningful and stimulated thought/discussion.

Like this?

"Eight sided whisperin' hallelujah hatrack.
Seven-faced marble-eyed transitory dream doll.
Six proud walkers on a jingle-bell rainbow.
Five men writing with fingers of gold.
Four girls waiting in a foreign dominion.
Riding in a whale belly.
Fade away in moonlight.
Sink beneath the water to the coral sands below!"

"Oh what time to tell how, it is the season of what.
It is the time for returning your thought jewels polished and gleaming.
It is the time past believing the child has relinquished the reign.
Now is the test of the boomerang.
And lost in the night of redeeming."

87 posted on 06/15/2015 6:07:30 PM PDT by SkiKnee
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To: don-o

They don’t write ‘em like they used to.....

The Yaller Rose of Texas, You All - Homer & Jethro

The yaller rose of Texas, the cutest on this earth
Her right eye looks at Dallas, her left one at Fort Worth
Her ponytail’s a dandy, that hairdo is a prize
Bet it comes in handy when she’s a-switchin’ flies
Her skin is red and fuzzy, it looks just like a peach
I looked her over from head to toe, and she had one of each
Her face has fallen arches, it hangs just like a sack
She’d like to have it lifted but she doesn’t have the jack

The yaller rose of Texas, she looks just like a weed
That one big upper tooth of hers looks like a punkin seed
When she opens up her mouth it looks just like a rake
Her lips are just like petals, I mean pedals on a brake
I was a-workin’ in the garden when I discovered her
I reached for an ol’ tomater and darlin’ there you were
You can take your nasty-sturtiums and take your violets too
And while your at it take the yaller rose of Texas too


88 posted on 06/15/2015 6:57:32 PM PDT by Some Fat Guy in L.A. (Still bitterly clinging to rational thought despite it's unfashionability)
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