musical debate

[Q80Thug]

Where have all the good lyrics gone !?


is it just me or are you appalled by the lyrics of nowdays music and song? what do you think? for example, i like shakira (actually love her)(no actually to be more technical: i like to have my babies with her :w00t2:), i like some of her music too music but "hips dont lie" !?!? what the hell does 'hips dont lie' mean?, it pisses me off how many times poets and songs use the word 'hypnotic' in the lyrics. tell us and share your thoughts...

also, you think you have the greatest lyric of them all ?! then show and convince us






Discuss.

[YetAnotherKitten]

I think you know what hips don't lie means . :|

It's Shakira's version of a gettin crunk song. She's always promoted her sexuality, this is nothing new.

Whats the standard for good lyrics? Where are we looking for them?? Becuase If you want something less complex- its out there. If you want something more complex-it's out there.

[Dymond]

Where have all the good lyrics gone !?


is it just me or are you appalled by the lyrics of nowdays music and song? what do you think? for example, i like shakira (actually love her)(no actually to be more technical: i like to have my babies with her :w00t2:), i like some of her music too music but "hips dont lie" !?!? what the hell does 'hips dont lie' mean?, it pisses me off how many times poets and songs use the word 'hypnotic' in the lyrics. tell us and share your thoughts...

also, you think you have the greatest lyric of them all ?! then show and convince us






Discuss.

LOL Q80..honestly I thought WTF when I heard this song too. It seems like even singers that tried to be at least a tad bit cerebral have sold out for pop. I mean have you heard Nellie Furtado's new album *blech*.

[Q80Thug]

I think you know what hips don't lie means . :|

It's Shakira's version of a gettin crunk song. She's always promoted her sexuality, this is nothing new.

Whats the standard for good lyrics? Where are we looking for them?? Becuase If you want something less complex- its out there. If you want something more complex-it's out there.

ofcourse kitten, there will always be great lyrics if they are people e them.what im trying to say is the the majority of music has crappy lyrics and this is why i'm asking people's opinion about it, how about this: take the first 10 songs from billboards top ten songs and tell me how many of them have good/decent/okayish lyrics ?!

[So Warped]

It's just pop ie popular, Q80, it's meant to be meaningless.
You could take the top 10 from any era and it would be short,catchy and meaningless.

Pop is great when played by The Strokes, Killers. You are not meant to like Shakira, otherwise you would be a 14 year old girl:no3:


Okkervil River - Listening To Otis Redding At Christmas

Home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast.
On a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost.
Take the crèche out and argue about who gets to set up the kings.
And I know that it’s home because that’s where the stereo sings “I’ve got dreams to remember.”
But not even home can be with you forever.

It’s Christmastime and the plane flies me over white hills
to a town in a dream, where the sky is frozen and still,
and a room (that’s not mine but it’s just like I left it before
with the wax from the candles all dusty and locks on the door)
where I held you so tenderly, and where in summer I opened your letter to me.

I’m standing where we knelt and a miracle mile now borders it,
but if I turn my back and look at the field
I don’t even notice it for a second.
There’s a tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends.
And I hear that song sometimes and imagine us much more than friends
like if we stayed in this town, bought the first house that went up on sale, and how each Christmastime would bring inlaws and snowdays and holiday mail.
Your dad says you’re living in Georgia since last September.

Well, “I’ve got dreams to remember.”
I’ve got dreams to remember.
Oh Sara, come back to New Hampshire.
We’ll stay here forever


Sufjan Stevens - They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! Ahhhhh!

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus?
Logan, Grant, and Ronald Reagan
In the grave with Xylophagan
Do you know the ghost community?
Sound the horn, address the city

(Who will save it? Dedicate it?
Who will praise it? Commemorate it for you?)

We are awaken with the ax
Night of the Living Dead at last
They have begun to shake the dirt
Wiping their shoulders from the earth
I know, I know the nations past
I know, I know they rust at last
They tremble with the nervous thought
Of having been, at last, forgot

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus?
B-U-D-A! Caledonia! S-E-C-O-R! Magnolia!
B-I-R-D-S! And Kankakee! Evansville and Parker City

Speaking their names, they shake the flag
Waking the earth, it lifts and lags
We see a thousand rooms to rest
Helping us taste the bite of death
I know, I know my time has passed
I'm not so young, I'm not so fast
I tremble with the nervous thought
Of having been, at last, forgot

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus?
Comer and Potato Peelers! G-R-E-E-N ridge! Reeders
M-C-V-E-Y! And Horace! E-N-O-S! Start the chorus

Corn and Farms and Tombs in Lemmon
Sailor Springs and all things feminine
Centerville and Old Metropolis
Shawneetownn, you trade and topple us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Hold your tongue and don't divide us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Land of God, you hold and guide us


Arcade Fire - Tunnels

And if the snow buries my,
my neighborhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn.

Then we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know.
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
and our parent's bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends.
Then we think of our parents,
well what the hell ever happened to them?!

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head to gold,
as the day grows dim,
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to sing.

Purify the colors, purify my mind,
and spread the ashes of the colors
in this heart of mine.

Beck - Dead Melodies

where will you go
when this day is over
a gambler's purse
lays on the road
straight to your door
snakes have gone crazy tonight
winding their way out of sight

a laugh, a joke
a sentiment wasted
seasons of strangers
they come and go
doldrums are pounding,
cheapskates are clowning this town
who could disown themselves now

engineer, slow down this old train
cinders and chaff
laugh at the moon
night birds will cackle
rotting like apples on trees
sending their dead melodies...
to me

Arab Strap - Loch Leven

The rain pissed down on Leven’s shores.
The sane rain would rain on superstores
and set off car alarms in our street.
Let’s burn our clothes and hunt our meat.
A day of skies, a day of feasts,
we fell to bed, to grunt like beasts
We could live in your wee car, we could never go too far.

A flash of sun between your thighs,
a perfect black shape to protect my eyes.
A swooping hawk, a dying tree.
“Fuck me,” says he, “fuck you,” says she.
If i’m a clown, then you’re a mime
but I’m sure that we’d be friends in time.
The selkie put her skin back on and swam away, back to her own

The Decmeberists - Grace Cathedral Hill

Grace Cathedral hill, all wrapped in
bones of a setting sun,
all dust and stone and moribund.
I paid twenty-five cents to
light a little white candle
for New Year's Day.
I sat and watched it burn away
then turned and weaved through slow decay.
We were both a little hungry,
so we went to get a hotdog,
down the Hyde St. Pier.
The light was slight and dissapeared.
The air, it stunk of fish and beer.
We heard a tuba & trumpet play the National Anthem.

And the world may be long for you,
but he'll never belong to you.
But on a motorbike,
when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight,
are you feeling better now?

Some way to greet the year:
your eyes all bright and brimmed with tears.
The pilgrims, pills and tourists here all sing
"Fifty-three bucks to buy a brand new halo."
Sweet on a green-eyed girl, all fiery
Irish clip and curl, all brine and piss and vinegar.
I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle.

And the world maybe be long for you,
but he'll never belong to you.
But on a motorbike,
when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight,
are you feeling better now?