Dumb song lyrics (Read 793 times)


I've got a fever...

     

    The same album gave us "Silly Love Songs".  He has taken a lot of crap for that one over the years.

     

    Give that song a listen, but ignore the lyrics and focus on the bass.  Killer bassline -- there's a reason why Macca is considered one of the most influential rock bassists of all time.  And he plays bass while he sings, which is much harder than it looks.

    On your deathbed, you won't wish that you'd spent more time at the office.  But you will wish that you'd spent more time running.  Because if you had, you wouldn't be on your deathbed.

       

      Give that song a listen, but ignore the lyrics and focus on the bass.  Killer bassline -- there's a reason why Macca is considered one of the most influential rock bassists of all time.  And he plays bass while he sings, which is much harder than it looks.

       

      Agreed. He gets a pass on the lyrics.

      HF #8206

       


      I've got a fever...

        Sick of dumb lyrics, here's some good ones:

         

        Strangers passing in the street
        By chance two separate glances meet
        And I am you and what I see is me
        And do I take you by the hand
        And lead you through the land
        And help me understand the best I can?

        On your deathbed, you won't wish that you'd spent more time at the office.  But you will wish that you'd spent more time running.  Because if you had, you wouldn't be on your deathbed.

          Mr Matt M,

          I believe someone already referenced the fake profundity of Springsteen lyrics, and mentioned this exact song.

          You can pretty much get the same kind of nonsense from any song off his first 2 albums.

          However I am a big fan of early Springsteen (I think he jumped the shark around The River). I am not sure he was trying to be deep, I think more a combination of stream-of-consciousness and inside jokes between him & his buddies.

          Dave

          xor


             

            Give that song a listen, but ignore the lyrics and focus on the bass.  Killer bassline -- there's a reason why Macca is considered one of the most influential rock bassists of all time.  And he plays bass while he sings, which is much harder than it looks.

             

            Macca.  Heh.  That is new to me.  Learned something.

             

            xor


              Mr Matt M,

              I believe someone already referenced the fake profundity of Springsteen lyrics, and mentioned this exact song.

               

              Indeed.  Thread half life is achieved once posts start duplicating.

               


              And in the end...

                This really *is* a dumb lyric... courtesy of Sade / Smooth Operator...

                 

                "Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago"

                 

                MTA:  Eh, so what if I don't care enough to read what's already been posted?

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                The GITM is moot.

                   "Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago"

                   

                  Also in the category of geography fails - from Journey/Don't Stop Beliving: "born and raised in South Detroit".

                  There is no town or neighborhood called South Detroit. South of Detroit is the Detroit River and Windsor, Ontario.

                  Those of you who have run the Detroit Marathon have experienced this first hand....

                  Dave


                  Not dead. Yet.

                    Just noticed this thread.  This is the song that makes me cringe when I hear it on the radio.  Luckily not so often any more.

                     

                    Closing Time

                    ~~~~~~~~~~

                    Open all the doors and let you out into the world
                    Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl
                    One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer
                    You don't have to go home but you can't stay here

                     

                    Time for you to go out to the places you will be from    <========= OUCH
                    This room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come
                    So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
                    I hope you have found a friend
                    Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

                     

                    Not only is it plain, obvious and idiotic, but they also made up new grammar rules in a few places. 

                    How can we know our limits if we don't test them?

                    xor


                      Speaking of weird geography... Folsom Prison Blues (which has EXCELLENT lyrics) has always puzzled me.

                       

                      He's stuck in Folsom Prison... which is in Folsom, CA.  And why, during CIM, I could NOT get that song out of my head.

                       

                      But he hears a train.  And it's heading "on down to San Antone".

                       

                      Ok, hmmm.  Turns out, there is a San Antonio, CA... and it is marginally south of Folsom, although really it is more west.  But "San Antone" always meant the big San Antonio to me.  The one in Texas where I lived for awhile.  Remember the Alamo.  Lots of Air Force bases there, and Mr Cash was in the Air Force.

                       

                      But it is hard to figure that the train through Folsom is headed "down to" San Antonio TX.  Which is 1800 miles away.

                       

                      Sometimes I think too hard.

                       

                      Better I Leave


                        Personally, I believe this to be one of the worst songs of all time...

                         

                        We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
                        Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

                        Say you don't know me or recognize my face
                        Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
                        Knee deep in the hoopla sinking in your fight
                        Too many runaways eating up the night

                        Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember
                        We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

                        Chorus:
                        We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
                        Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

                        Someone always playing corporation games
                        Who cares they're always changing corporation names
                        We just want to dance here someone stole the stage
                        They call us irresponsible write us off the page

                        Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember
                        We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

                        We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
                        Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

                        It's just another Sunday, in a tired old street
                        Police have got the choke hold, oh then we just lost the beat

                        Who counts the money underneath the bar
                        Who rides the wrecking ball in to our rock guitars
                        Don't tell us you need us, 'cos we're the ship of fools
                        Looking for America, coming through your schools

                        (I'm looking out over that Golden Gate bridge
                        Out on another gorgeous sunny Saturday, not seein' that bumper to bumper traffic)

                        Don't you remember ('member)('member)

                        (It's your favorite radio station, in your favorite radio city
                        The city by the bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps)

                        Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember
                        We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

                        We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
                        Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
                        Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
                        Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll


                        And in the end...

                          Speaking of weird geography... Folsom Prison Blues (which has EXCELLENT lyrics) has always puzzled me.

                           

                          He's stuck in Folsom Prison... which is in Folsom, CA.  And why, during CIM, I could NOT get that song out of my head.

                           

                          But he hears a train.  And it's heading "on down to San Antone".

                           

                          Ok, hmmm.  Turns out, there is a San Antonio, CA... and it is marginally south of Folsom, although really it is more west.  But "San Antone" always meant the big San Antonio to me.  The one in Texas where I lived for awhile.  Remember the Alamo.  Lots of Air Force bases there, and Mr Cash was in the Air Force.

                           

                          But it is hard to figure that the train through Folsom is headed "down to" San Antonio TX.  Which is 1800 miles away.

                           

                          Sometimes I think too hard.

                           

                          Back then, one would have taken the Sacramento Daylight to Los Angeles and connected with the Sunset Limited (first class) or Argonaut (coach class) with service to New Orleans (via San Antonio)...

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                          The GITM is moot.

                            I could write 'em out but what's the point:

                             

                            ANY Roxette song.

                             

                            I know, really it's not fair to pick on Swedes droppin' English.

                            Come all you no-hopers, you jokers and rogues
                            We're on the road to nowhere, let's find out where it goes
                            Little Blue


                            Grand Master for a day


                              I got a song been on my mind
                              And the tune can be sung and the words all rhyme
                              Deedle-ee deet deet deet deet deet deet deet dee dee

                              Though it don't say much and it won't offend
                              If you sing it in school then they're liable to send you home
                              Never knowing what you're showin'
                              Think you're growin' your own tea
                              Good lord!

                              Drop your shrink and stop your drinkin'
                              Crunchy granola's neat
                              Sing it out
                              Alright
                              Da da da da
                              Da da da da da
                              Dee dee dee dum

                              I know a man was outta touch
                              And he'd hide in a house and he didn't say much
                              Deedle-ee deet deet deet deet deet deet deet dee doo

                              And like a man with a tiger outside his gate
                              Not only couldn't relax but he couldn't relate
                              Now he can
                              Family man
                              Tried my brand
                              Dig

                              Drop your shrink and stop your drinkin'
                              Crunchy granola's neat
                              Sing it out
                              Alright
                              Da da da da
                              Da da da da da
                              Dee dee dee do
                              Deedle-ee dum dum
                              I'll have a double, please

                               

                              Confused

                              perfectform


                                Anything penned by Thin Lizzy.