The Week of March 1st
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Such joy, such celebration! Such...glum spirits. For I have returned from my spring break (which was too much fun). I got to build houses in South Carolina, meet new people, and I even made new friends that I think I will keep pretty close. So, though the break was short, it was worth every second of it.
In fact, every part of it was amazing. Even those long, long van rides to and from there were pretty fun. I was able to talk to people, nap, read, and listen to music. It is a good thing, however, that I brought my iPod. If I didn't, I would have been listening to really crappy music. And, just like every other segway into my rants...
You know what really boils my egg?
Crappy music lyrics. I can't STAND it! What happened to music when the poetry was just treated as an afterthought? When has it just become a ridiculous outlet of lyrical failures? The lack of creativity has become sickening, people!
Above me is two pictures. However, I wish for these people to not feel personally attacked when they search their own names on Google. So, for anonymity's sake, I will call them... Britney Stabbing-Objects and Half-Dollar. There we go. Alright, so Half and Britney are just two of the offenders who bring out the mindset that "as long as it sounds good, it must be good music."
Let's see if these lyrics from Half "sound good":
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b**** can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a m*****f*****' P.I.M.P.
I can sense some great representation of the English language and culture. As you can tell through careful observation, Half is explaining that he is sly enough to not fall for a young lady who seeks out earthly treasures. Now that the translation is over, let's see the flaws. One of them is, well, the obvious derogatory terms. These are harsh judgments on your behalf, Mr. ...Half. Secondly, it appears that grammar means nothing to this country anymore. Sentence structure, word annunciation, etc. And this is the product of it. Moving on, here's what Stabbing-Objects brings to the table:
Womanizer
Woman-Womanizer
You're a womanizer
Oh Womanizer
Oh You're a Womanizer Baby
You, You You Are
You, You You Are
Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Hm. She seemed to finally plateau with her...*cough* Musical genius. It appears that she has figured out who her gentleman friend is on the inside. And she feels the need to attack...constantly...with the same attack. Some of you might be saying "Hey, Steve! That's unfair! You only took the chorus!" Well, person-with-a-similar-sounding-voice-as-mine, it appears you are correct...because the entire song is 80% CHORUS!!! Ah well, I guess as long as it sounds good, it will appease the masses.
More of you might be thinking about my opinion on music without lyrics. Like classical instrumentals. "They sound good, and they don't use lyrics." This is true. And this is because their original intent was to go without lyrics. The composers and writers of these pieces wanted to get a message across musically. What is the message in the song by Half-Dollar? That women are gold-diggers? And by Britney? That men are manipulative?
I feel this is a growing trend in music. For lyrics to be one of two things. They're either A) attacking someone or something, or B) very, VERY prideful. What happened to the beauty? Fortunately, there are still such songs and artists (like John Mayer, Augustana, etc.). But it's almost like a dying breed. As long as these songs exist, I think I will be ok. So, to finish off as usual, I leave you all with a quote. This one is from a respectable rap artist who knows what it's all about:
“If we're all saying that rap is an artform then we gotta be more responsible for our lyrics. If you see everybody dying because of what you're saying, it don't matter that you didn't make them die, it just matters that you didn't save them.” - Tupac Shakur
In fact, every part of it was amazing. Even those long, long van rides to and from there were pretty fun. I was able to talk to people, nap, read, and listen to music. It is a good thing, however, that I brought my iPod. If I didn't, I would have been listening to really crappy music. And, just like every other segway into my rants...
You know what really boils my egg?
Crappy music lyrics. I can't STAND it! What happened to music when the poetry was just treated as an afterthought? When has it just become a ridiculous outlet of lyrical failures? The lack of creativity has become sickening, people!
Above me is two pictures. However, I wish for these people to not feel personally attacked when they search their own names on Google. So, for anonymity's sake, I will call them... Britney Stabbing-Objects and Half-Dollar. There we go. Alright, so Half and Britney are just two of the offenders who bring out the mindset that "as long as it sounds good, it must be good music."
Let's see if these lyrics from Half "sound good":
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b**** can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a m*****f*****' P.I.M.P.
I can sense some great representation of the English language and culture. As you can tell through careful observation, Half is explaining that he is sly enough to not fall for a young lady who seeks out earthly treasures. Now that the translation is over, let's see the flaws. One of them is, well, the obvious derogatory terms. These are harsh judgments on your behalf, Mr. ...Half. Secondly, it appears that grammar means nothing to this country anymore. Sentence structure, word annunciation, etc. And this is the product of it. Moving on, here's what Stabbing-Objects brings to the table:
Womanizer
Woman-Womanizer
You're a womanizer
Oh Womanizer
Oh You're a Womanizer Baby
You, You You Are
You, You You Are
Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Hm. She seemed to finally plateau with her...*cough* Musical genius. It appears that she has figured out who her gentleman friend is on the inside. And she feels the need to attack...constantly...with the same attack. Some of you might be saying "Hey, Steve! That's unfair! You only took the chorus!" Well, person-with-a-similar-sounding-voice-as-mine, it appears you are correct...because the entire song is 80% CHORUS!!! Ah well, I guess as long as it sounds good, it will appease the masses.
More of you might be thinking about my opinion on music without lyrics. Like classical instrumentals. "They sound good, and they don't use lyrics." This is true. And this is because their original intent was to go without lyrics. The composers and writers of these pieces wanted to get a message across musically. What is the message in the song by Half-Dollar? That women are gold-diggers? And by Britney? That men are manipulative?
I feel this is a growing trend in music. For lyrics to be one of two things. They're either A) attacking someone or something, or B) very, VERY prideful. What happened to the beauty? Fortunately, there are still such songs and artists (like John Mayer, Augustana, etc.). But it's almost like a dying breed. As long as these songs exist, I think I will be ok. So, to finish off as usual, I leave you all with a quote. This one is from a respectable rap artist who knows what it's all about:
Look up some good ol' Linkin Park lyrics. Some of the worst shit I've ever heard, but their music is amazingly strong enough to save them from the pitfall that is crappy lyrics. I'll find you a good example eventually. But right now I'm sleepy. =P
omg hahahah this is hilarious. i love how you call them "Britney Sharp-pointing-objects" and "Half Dollar"
oh yeah and i can't find the link to follow your blog. where is it?