Hit Me Baby One More Time

Love Music Transgressive
Usually, when people talk about musicians whose lyrics are the embodiment of poetry, people like Bob Dylan or, well, 50 Cent get all the credit. And, you know, deservedly so. But today, I thought I'd write about someone whose songs don't typically get ranked in the same category as the aforementioned musicians. Yeah, I'm going to talk about Britney Spears.

I know, you think I'm probably joking, but I'm totally not. Because seriously -- she has some really good songs! I know she doesn't write them herself or anything, but whoever does the writing deserves some credit for the accurate capture of life itself. (Maybe it's Barry Manilow, since he writes the songs that make the whole world sing and all.) 'I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman'? I feel like that every day. It's because I'm 25.

One of Britney's latest hits was the song 'Toxic'. Near the beginning, she sings, "A guy like you/ should wear a warning" and who hasn't met somebody like that? I've met several somebodies like that, and I can say, with total honesty, that when the song gets to the chorus,
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic
I know exactly what she means. But then, who couldn't? Wanting what you shouldn't, being a junkie for bad, bad love, well, it's a story so many of us know so well.

And really, isn't that what poetry is all about? Relating on an existential level with words? Knowing exactly what the poet means, even though you've never thought to say it that way before? In some way, I think it is. And have I ever thought of saying, "With a taste of poison paradise/ I'm addicted to you"? Well, not in so many words, no. But do I know what Britney means? Absolutely.

Then there's 'I'm a Slave 4U', which, admittedly, I don't relate to that much, although I've known some people who wished I did. But even though that song isn't so relatable (to me), it's easily made up for by 'Oops... I Did It Again' which is almost like the story of my life.

Ahem.

Anyway, I'd be remiss if I were to leave out the song that made Britney a superstar, because honestly, I've yet to find a better rendering of regret and longing in song form. That's right. I'm talking about 'Baby One More Time'. Come on, get the image of the schoolgirl uniform out of your head for a minute and think about this seriously. I know I've felt exactly like this at least once in my life:
Oh baby baby
I shouldn't have let you go
And now you're out of sight, yeah
Actually, more than once. Definitely. Is there a better way to say this, really?

Shouldn't have let you go. Exactly.

But there's more. Because I haven't even gotten to the chorus yet! Seriously:
My loneliness is killing me
I must confess, I still believe
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time
I'm kind of speechless, actually, because what else is there to say? It's all been summed up so perfectly. Poetry. Of longing.

Man.

Those are my thoughts about a few of the (highly underrated, but admittedly totally overproduced) songs of Britney Spears. What do you think about that?

Wait, no, that's not what I want to ask. What I want to ask is, when it comes to music, are there any songwriters who stand out to you as poets? (Please don't even start with Bob Dylan because everybody picks Bob Dylan and so, yawn come up with someone else.) What makes their songs stand out to you as poetry? Does the poetic level of the lyrics have any bearing on whether or not you like certain musicians over others?







Come on, kids. It's April Fool's Day. But even though I wrote about Britney, it doesn't mean that you don't have to answer the question.
40 Responses to "Hit Me Baby One More Time"

by mekong delta on

mis shapes mistakes misfitsHmm. Britney. Aren't April Fool's jokes supposed to be done before noon? ;-PTo answer your question (and I'm also new here so HI!) I guess my favourites would be Tom Verlaine from Television, Jarvis Cocker from Pulp, and Ian Curtis from Joy Division. Maybe even Mark Smith from The Fall, but that might be a bit of a stretch to many..some exerpts:Jarvis Cocker:It's just like in the old daysI used to compose my own critical notices in my headThe crowd gasps at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycleSkilfully avoiding the dog turd next to the corner shopImagining a blue plaque above the place I first ever touched a girl's chestBut hold on, you've got to wait for the bestYou see you should take me seriously. Very seriously indeedCause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen weeksSmoking your cigarettes, drinking your brandy, messing up the bed you chose togetherAnd in all that time I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoonAnd catch us at it in the front roomYou see I spy for a living and I specialise in revengeOn taking the things I know will cause you painI can't help it, I was dragged upMy favourite park's a car park, grass is something you smoke, birds is something you shagTake your year in Provence and shove it up your arseYour Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeahWith roach burns in designer dresses and thousands of tiny dryness lines beatingBeating a path to the corner of your eyes Tom Verlaine:I rememberhow the darkness doubledI recalllightning struck itself.I was listeninglistening to the rainI was hearinghearing something else.Life in the hive puckered up my night,the kiss of death, the embrace of life.There I stand neath the Marquee Moon Just waiting,Hesitating...I ain't waitingI spoke to a mandown at the tracks.I asked himhow he don't go mad.HE said "Look here junior, don't you be so happy.And for Heaven's sake, don't you be so sad."Well a Cadillacit pulled out of the graveyard.Pulled up to meall they said get in.Then the Cadillacit puttered back into the graveyard.And me,I got out again.

by warrenweappa on

Ready to Die, Morphine, Reed, DKsThe image-capturing lyrics of the notorious BIG's Ready to Die defines the gangsta rap genre. Your correspondent bought the cd as a novelty item after hearing the news of the rapper's death on Taipei radio and spotting the CD in the local Towers Record branch but never actively listened to it until recently because of lack of TV and erratic internet service now at his home. Any critique of the CD can do no justice because the CD is a concept and works as an autobiography and portrayal of life on the bottom rung of the socio-economic scale.After hearing the death of the lead singer of Morphine and coming upon "B Sides and otherwise" in a Taipei Towers Records, snatched it up against wife's protests and after listening to it, was bowed over by the minimalist music but the lyrics tell a slightly warped Weltanschauung.Lou Reed's Ecstacy has some good lyrics about real life love.All the lyrics on the Dead Kennedys' opener are excellent satire but your correspondent never listens to the one about killing children because it's too scary to contemplate if one has a child.Lyrics weren't the choice for buying music when your correspondent was younger. The Talking Heads' lyrics seem like word salad, as do many other pop songs. The lyrics just seemed to be something to be put in there to accompany the loud guitars and drums. Also, your correspondent was less aware then. The saccharine Top 40 love songs could make almost anyone take a vow of silence. Having only discovered jazz in the late 90s, your correspondent prefers instrumentals to the majority of lyrics.

by minfin on

Kids today just don't readand parents just don't understand . . . who can forget"She had opened up three buttons on her shirt so farI guess that's why I didn't notice that police carWe're doing 90 in my mom's new PorscheAnd to make this long story short, shortWhen the cop pulled me over I was scared as hellI said, "I don't have a license but I drive very well officer"I almost had a heart attack that dayCome and found out the girl was a 12 year old run away" . . . Or everyone's favorite video. . "Groove is in the heartAh-ah-ah-ahGroove is in the heartAh-ah-ah-ahGroove is in the heartGroove is in the heartAh-ah-ahThe depth the hula grooveMove us to the nth hoopWe goin' through to HortenHears a who-ooh(I) I couldn't ask for another(I-I-I-I-I I)No couldn't ask for anotherDJ Soul (soul) was on a rollI've been told he can't be soldHe's not vicious or maliciousJust de-lovely and delicious(I) I couldn't ask for another"(Sing it)i could go on for sometime here . .. the shaggs sang"The short people want what the tall people's gotAnd the tall people want what the short people's gotIt doesn't matter what you doIt doesn't matter what you sayThere will always beOne who wants things the opposite wayOh, the rich people want what the poor people's gotAnd the poor people want what the rich people's gotAnd the skinny people want what the fat people's gotAnd the fat people want what the skinny people's gotYou can never please anybody in this world"Kind of like opening pandoras box, no?In true response though I have always thought that lyric was the major part of the pop song and is a major reason I buy CD'S. I have a penchant for the quirky but a couple of artists come to mind. Joni Mitchell and the title track Turbulent Indigo, which has a dozen strong story songs."You wanna make Van GoghsRaise 'em up like sheepMake 'em out of EskimosAnd women if you pleaseMake 'em nice and normalMake 'em nice and neatYou see him with his shotgun there?Bloodied in the wheat?Oh what do you know aboutLiving in Turbulent Indigo?Brash fields, crude crowsIn a scary sky ...In a golden frameRoped offTourists guided by ...Tourists talking about the madhouseTalking about the earThe madman hangs in fancy homesThey wouldn't let him near!He'd piss in their fireplace!He'd drag them through Turbulent Indigo"I'm a burning hearth," he said"People see the smokeBut no one comes to warm themselvesSloughing off a coatAnd all my little landscapesAll my yellow afternoonsStack up around this vacancyLike dirty cups and spoonsNo mercy Sweet Jesus!No mercy from Turbulent Indigo." and Ani DiFranco is a poet first and a stage persona second as in i'll sing you a song that starts out descriptiveand locates a time and a placelike a dinner table where a whole familyis just sitting down to say gracean old old song that moves into actiontaking its sweet sweet timeand waits until we all say amenagain and again in rhymeit's the story of a father and a motherwho battle each other over nothin'with a couple of kids trying to figurewhich way the plot's spinningwho's winning and who is bluffingit's a story as common as a penny, sonit ain't really worth anything to anyonepoor little sore little songthat aches like a muscle each time that it movessad little song that you playand you play and you playand you play 'til you losewhile history is outside writing a recipe bookfor every earthly painthis song is inside finger painting dark swirlsagain and again and they all look the samecuz what if you come home from school one dayand you find your whole family's at warand there's this ominous silence just waiting to be brokenand there's secret places for hiding underneath the floorboardsand everyone seems to be bracingfor the subharmonic thunder of the next bomband everyone seems to be waiting for the cops to bust inwith their guns drawnat the bleak light of dawnit's a story as common as a penny, soni don't think it's worth anything to anyone there's two.

by pelerine on

No DoubtI was going to say Tom Waits, but that's just as bad if not worse than talking about Bob Dylan. So I decided to consider my closet-love band. I love No Doubt and love Gwen Stefani as a songwriter. I know, some people may think she's vapid, but who other than Gwen and Andre 3000 could have lain down the raw emotion of Bubble-pop Electric? Who else could have taken it to the backseat like that? That's some great stuff.Another No Doubt ditty that makes the hair on the back of my knuckles stand up is "Bathwater":You and your museum of loversThe precious collection you've housed in your coversMy simpleness threatened by my own admissionAnd the bags are much too heavyIn my insecure conditionMy pregnant mind is fat full with envy againBut I still love to wash in your old bathwaterLove to think that you couldn't love anotherI can't help it...you're my kind of man"Who among us can resist the old bathwater? Certainly not this music/poetry lover!This next song is way heavy for me. Seriously. The last chorus is my favorite though and it goes like this:Now all those simple things are simply too complicated for my lifeHow'd I get so faithful to my freedom?A selfish kind of lifeWhen all I ever wanted was the simple thingsA simple kind of life"That's pretty much the sum of me I think. There you have it. Pop music is nectar of the Gods' ears.Happy April Fool's Day and just a reminder: my 35th birthday is Wednesday and I'll be working that day and evening too, so everyone please go party in my place!

by anniefay on

Just Because one needs some fun!My first response was to just start in on how much I love Kris Kristofferson. I have always identified with his lyrics. Even when I didn't even know exactly what they meant. I mean for instance Sunday Morning Coming Down was a favorite song of mine and I had no clue that it had anything to do with "coming down" off a high, because when I first heard it, I'd never been high in my life and we identify with what we know. Anyway, he's one of my favorites...But in the spirit of true fun... I wanted to give a big shout out to a Michigan folk singer who really deserves proper respect. His name is Wally Pleasant. My daughter became a fan when he came to visit the local college and she and her high school buddies went to hear him. You should google him... His music is guaranteed to make you laugh and you will probably identify totally with him...Here are a couple samples of from his songs...The Day Ted Nugent Killed All the AnimalsCause he had so much respect for wildlife He started tipping over goldfish bowls and chasing Bambi's mom with a knife Which is the equivalent to having so much admiration for an art museum That you burn all the paintings as soon as you see them It was the day Ted Nugent killed all the animals The day Ted Nugent killed all the animals Raccoons get in the Garbage (Kill 'em) Baby seals are too cute (Kill 'em) Squirrels, yum (Kill 'em) Orangutans, wang dang that Orangutan (Kill 'em) He killed them all, big and small So he could put their heads up on his wall It was the day Ted Nugent killed all the animalsYou can quickly see why we people here in Michigan truly love Wally Pleasant. And there's this one too...Cool Guy With a CarWell I'm driving down the road in my beat up Ford I've got a plastic Jesus on my dashboard I'm going really fast and using lots of gas There's a guy behind me actually wants to pass So I put my foot to that accelerator It's like hey man I'll see you later Cause, I'm a cool guy with a carBut my very very favorite one is Stupid Day Job. Unfortunately I couldn't find the lyrics posted on the web so I could steal them and post them here. I'm a little vague at times but the lyrics sum up how most people feel about the privilege they have of going in to work every day. The chorus repeats the word "stupid" about a million times and by the time you've listened to it a few times you really have the right phrase for the daily grind. If I can get them... I'll post them in a reply later on to this thread.Anyway, my favorite fun guy folkartist song lyricist is Wally Pleasant. Check him out!

by jamelah on

Heh. Wally Pleasant. You know, he also sang, "Bob Dylan was the first Bob Dylan, who was billed as the next Woody Guthrie." Which is neither here nor there, but yeah. Anyway, here is my personal favorite part of "Stupid Day Job":Well I drink three cups of coffee for that extra kickBut I still feel crappyshould've called in sickMy boss says I'm late for a meeting at 10looks like I'll be written up againOh well, it's just another dayanother dollaranother nail in the coffinanother reason to feel smallerSometimes I wish I could just drive off far awayBut my lack of financial security means I'll have to stay......at my stupid day job.

by jamelah on

Well, I can pretty easily resist old bathwater, but then, I have a nearly crippling fear of germs. In any case, happy early birthday!(You know, there's nothing wrong with pop music, because, in the words of Madonna, "music makes the people come together.")

by jamelah on

Hi minfin -- well, groove is in the heart. Though I do have to wonder about the correlation of groove's residence in the heart and the location of the groove thing of which Peaches and Herb requested shaking. But maybe that's just me.Anyway, as for your serious picks, I'd be inclined to agree. Though Ani DiFranco is one of those musicians I don't listen to very often, every time I do, I'm always impressed and end up thinking that I should listen to her more often.

by jamelah on

Hi. Welcome to LitKicks! I was unaware of the pre-noon April Fool's joke rule, but I'll take it under advisement for next year. Heh.As for your picks, do you like the musicians because of the lyrics, or do you like them for other reasons, but find that once you really listen to them, the lyrics are good too? (Did that make sense?)

by brooklyn on

WW, I think we listen to a lot of the same stuff. Biggie's "Ready to Die", anything by Lou Reed ... I like your description of Talking Heads lyrics as word salad, which makes me think especially of the "Fear of Music" album in which almost every song was titled with a single noun. I don't think David Byrne was a great lyricist, but he was a great craftsperson with words.

by brooklyn on

Hmmm, Annie, I think you've provided a long-missing key to the mystery of Jamelah's personality with the revelation of Wally Pleasant.That's some name, too. I hope the guy gets famous.

by brooklyn on

Bob, Robert, Chuck, David, RayI know there's nothing highly original about calling Bob Dylan a great lyricist. It's kind of like calling George W. Bush the president. It's just a fact, and I'm not trying to earn any points by stating it. But I will state it because I have to: the man can write.Other great lyricists on my pantheon? Robert Hunter of the Grateful Dead is on the list, with his earthy sense of humor and humble homespun wisdom. Chuck Berry had a novelist's gift for detail. David Bowie's lyrics don't get a lot of attention, but if you think about all the Bowie songs you know you'll realize that virtually every one of them has a distinctive lyrical message and style. Finally, a real personal favorite of mine is Ray Davies of the Kinks. I think he is a writer more than a songwriter. His melodies are catchy and fun, but he's there to tell stories and reveal the lives of his characters. I really think his body of work amounts to genius in every sense.Oh yeah, and then there's Britney Spears.

by anniefay on

The famous Wally Pleasant! Exactly. Actually I think he does pretty well on the college circuit. If you have any interest at all he lists his appearances on his web site. If you see he'll be at a campus near you, then, by all means, GO! You'll have a ball.Which of course, puts him up the ladder at least one rung above Britney. I don't think she does the college lecture circuit. She's way too busy at her new found calling as a wife (and of course her tv appearances, concerts, and all that stuff).

by mekong delta on

Difficult to say... they're kind of one in the same in many cases. In the case of pulp, it was a friend reading the above passage to me from a lyric sheet that got me into the music. that and I just think jarvis cocker is one of the better embodiments of "cool".Joy Division, it was probably "love will tear us apart" that got me into them. the irony of the title and the melancholic resignment of the music made me think that there was more going on with them, so it was really both at the same time in that case.(the lyrics in that track I think have more to them than at first glance. listing relationship problems and symptoms, followed by a resolute "but love, love will tear us apart again" -- it's kind of like saying "but I'm sure we'll be together long enough to make each other miserable again.") Television, definitely the music first. if you have the means, find an mp3 or the newer CD release of the marquee moon album and listen to a track called "little johnny jewel". The whole track has something witty yet unassuming about it. It wasn't until afterward that I found out just how much influence came from (apparently) symbolist poetry & in particular Paul Verlaine, to the point that the singer of television changed his last name (Tom Verlaine). I could go on forever about music though, so I'll stop here under the presumption that I have loosely answered your question. ;-)As for the noon thing... that is what I was always told... maybe it's a hoser thing. ;-)

by kkizer on

Pete Townshendwhen i was in high school (late '80s) a friend introduced me to The Who and, consequently, Pete Townshend. His was the first music that I saw the depth in, especially his solo work. I always felt The Who to be the first "teen angst" band and really influenced the punk rock era -- and that was a direct result of Townshend's lyrics (belted out by Daltrey) and his vicous guitar playing (although he was never a great Clapton/Hendrix/Paige-like soloist, a fact he's readily admitted). He also was at the forefront of experimental rock (synthesizers and computers), much like his good friend David Bowie.If you've not listened to much of Townshend aside from The Who, check out his solo albums, like "Empty Glass", "Deep End Live" and "White City". Also, his later concept album "Psychoderelict" which is about an era when people can put on body suits and plug into "the grid."

by Laheed UK on

Why Dylan is always singled out???Now at the end of the day, your comments are indisputable. Those lyrics have touched you, and as a budding lyricist (I'll admit only budding) in a band here in the UK, that is exactly what lyrics should do. You pick out Dylan and 50 Cent as examples of singledout lyricists. The reason for this is in my eyes simple. I'll deal with 50 Cent first, well actually, I think that 50 Cent should be completely overlooked but thats personal opinion. The thing that singles out perhaps (in my eyes) more credible hip-hop artists such as Jay-Z, Nas and actually dare I say it (I consider the man somewhat of a comic genius) Eminem and Dylan is that they completely shifted the focus away from the Music to the Lyrics. None (perhaps Eminem) rate as high as my favourite lyricists, such as Lou Reed, Early Morrisey of the Smiths, Pete Doherty formerly of the Libertines, however when fans look at these acts work, they look first at the lyrics and then at the music. Personally I think this is a mistake. I love Dylan, but thats because I think hes a vastly underatted songwriter (in terms of music, not lyrics). but to shift this focus is so rare, certainly in terms of rock and pop that many hip-hop artists and Dylan are always going to get singled out. The majority of Miss Spears fans will love her for the simple pop hooks, rather than her lyrics, and thats simply a fact. For me however, lyrics are simply there to elevate music to a higher level. The music is I would have said about 90% important and the lyrics only 10%. but its these 10% that make truly truly great bands and acts. Its the combination that make lyrics so fascinating to me. Otherwise, its surely merely poetry, which much though I have been moved by many poems, does not have the same direct power as music and lyrcs do in my humble opinion.To recommend a 'poet' lyricist, that Im not sre has been mentioned, I recommend Mike Skinner - commonly known as the Streets. however this raise another important point. His first album 'Original Pirate Material' (don't bother with the poorer and although I hate using this term negativly, 'commercial second) is a brilliant depiction of what it is like to be young in Britain. There are elemnts that everybody can relate to, even when he ventures more into discussing the underworld of drugs and crime, although, lets be honest - have you been to Britain recently! Drugs are every day life, its a fact. i digress, my point is the contextuality of lyrics. Dylan's lyrics don't appeal to me, nor do Gangsta Rap lyrics as it is difficult for me to identify with such synchronic and diachronic variation. Basically, Dylan is 60's America, Gangster Rap is underworld america, - neither are Britain in 2005. Which is perhaps why, pop lyrics like Miss Spears do indeed touch so many. Id like to finish with my personal favourite lyrics - no coincidence from my favourite song. They, like britney's are very simple, and yet, combined with the music, catch something that moves me uncontrollably. Ironically the band in question, Oasis are often (justifiably) ridiculed for their lazy approach to lyrics. The song is Live Forever. The verse goes:'Maybe, I don't really want to know,How your Garden Grows, Because I just wanna fly,Lately,Did you ever feel the pain, In the morning rain,As it soaks you to the bone. The two variations on the chorus are:'Maybe I,Just want to fly, Wanna live, Don't wanna die, Maybe I just wanna breathe,Maybe I just don't believe,Maybe youre the same as me, We see things they'll never seeYou and I are gonna Live Forever. Maybe I,will never be, all the things I want to be,Now is not the time to cry, Nows the time to find out why,I think youre the same as me, We see things they'll never seeYou and I are gonna Live Forever'I'll let the lyrics do the talking for themselves rather than eulogise them. I guess simplicity works though! What I would say is, although the lyrics are generally intepreted to be platonic (Brother to Brother as you might expect from Oasis), I find them to be a really powerful love song. Cheers.

by pelerine on

Why only early Morrissey? Or were you just referring to the fact that Morrissey's heyday was a minute ago? I thought "Your Arsenal" was lyrically hot, especially in the cauldron of "Hang the D.J."You know who I forgot to mention? DONALD FAGAN! He's one of my all time favorite lyricists. It's not just in his lyrics though. He has that same sort of gift S.M. has: he can deliver some really f-you lyrics against the backdrop of a happy, sweet-sounding melody.

by coolazice on

Leonard CohenLeonard Cohen is a genius. I'm slowly coming around to the conclusion that he is a superior lyricist to even Bob Dylan. Maybe. I'm still thinking about it. But one thing that Cohen can do that Dylan can't do quite as well is communicate the nature of human relationships. Cohen's best songs have a searingly beautiful outlook on the combination of pain and joy experienced in a relationship, with or without love. And there's more. His songs are frequently religious in tone. Like Dylan, you can approach his songs on many layers. But Cohen seems to pose a little less, and seems to hit the heart a little more. Dylan likes to fly off on lovely tangents to hit home a point or feeling. Cohen is almost the opposite - he takes the idea and burrows into it until he ends up on the other side of it. Of course, he has an unfair advantage in the poet-labelling game, since he was a published poet and author before he became a singer-songwriter in 1967. His novel 'Beautiful Losers' is not just brilliant, it is also completely mind-blowing. But enough yap. Here's the proof of his genius, in his oft-covered song, 'Hallelujah' (compiled from his various live versions):Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you She tied you To a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well really, what's it to you? There's a blaze of light In every word It doesn't matter which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Baby I've been here beforeI know this room, I've walked this floorI used to live alone before I knew youI've seen your flag on the marble archBut love is not some victory marchIt's a cold and broken Hallelujah(P.S: On an actual musical and lyrical basis combined, I'd have to say that Joni Mitchell is better than both Dylan and Cohen. But she's mentioned elsewhere on this board.)

by jamelah on

Yes, there is Britney Spears. Despite what the conspiracy theorists say. You know who else is a good lyricist? Hammerstein.I'm just saying, yo.

by jamelah on

Yeah, Wally Pleasant. I don't know that he'll ever become famous outside of the coffee house circuit, but his song "Post-Graduate Overeducated Out of Work Blues" should be the anthem of my generation. Or something.

by Laheed UK on

Do you really think that about Morrisey? Personally I believe, and I believe the great man has said so himself, That after 'the Smiths' that was it. He'd said it all. I like his other lyrics, although I feel hes fallen off the waggon a bit lately. But the debut, surpasses them by far. Id say on lyrics alone, its quite possibly the best album of all time. So comical and yet fuck you! I tell you what though, you made me realise a certain trait amongst all the lyrics I've ever loved! Nonchalent, tender always couple wih that Fuck you element. With people like Morrisey the lyrics were the aggressive part and the music was soothing. Live Forever by Oasis, its the fact that its them, coming out with such heartfelt lyrics. Lou Reed is another brilliant example. Beautiful music, horrible dark lyrics, with that all important fu ingredient. Fagen, not that I could qualify as an ardent fan, I personally believe has had a career in complete reverse to Morrisey and Lou Reed. His solo stuff is I think, better than Steely Dan. I actually like Karmakiriad as his best album probably! I don't know much about Steely Dan - would this be considered weird?? Only heard anything of Steely Dan because of my parents. Im only 19!

by warrenweappa on

I always considered Mitchell and Cohen, giants that they are, part of the older generation--as they would consider me a kid--so they didn't come up immediately on my mental radar. Their music I almost never hear now.

by jamelah on

I was really kidding about Britney Spears. Really. Though I will admit that there are a couple of her songs on my list of guilty pleasures, I'm not actually a fan.In terms of music I do listen to that you mentioned, I still have mixed feelings about Eminem, though I appreciate his wicked humor, and I've been listening to The Libertines (Up the Bracket) lately, but I'm not sure if I like it first because of Pete Doherty's lyrics and second because of the music itself. You wrote, "For me however, lyrics are simply there to elevate music to a higher level." I think that's true. Though there are some musicians I like because they're so strong lyrically, even in the cases where I like the lyrics better than the music, I still think that the music is such an integral part of the lyrics' power that I don't know how great it would be to separate the two and sit down to read the words in a silent book of poetry. If that makes sense.

by Knip on

A couple influences...I'm going to jump off my Arrested Development hype for a minute and throw two guys out there. The first is Canadian producer and sometimes songwriter Daniel Lanois. Known primarily for his work on U2's The Joshua Tree, he's also produced Robbie Robertson's comeback album from a few years ago (can't remember the name), and Dylan's Time out of Mind. I love his songs, as well, and his lyrics and moods establish an uneasy peace. From Where the Hawkwind Kills:"The suburb walls are closing inI've looked at you and I've seen youthrough your curtainWith a naked eye from not far,I've shed a tear for you,a flowing fountainFlaming trees,I'm lost in fields of your hairFrom where the hawkwinds killand the blood runs thinI'll go now, fly I willFrom inside the gates of the stripping yardI can't touch you, I can't feel for this thunder townI want you now while my body is young,my mind is strong away from thunder townFrom where the hawkwind killsand the dam runs deepIn this land of heaven, not so sweetI turn my back to a godless nightI hear the mighty stranger over thunder hillFrom where the hawkwinds killand the blood runs thinI'll go now, fly I will...Over the mountain I must goTo see the valley belowThunder town..."A second guy I really like is the Clash's Joe Strummer, probably mainly because of the influence he had on me in my teens in the late 70s. Also, I love Ginsberg on Ghetto Defendant. From Career Opportunities, this song grabbed my clouded brain and woke me up, driving me from a glitter phase into a punk phase, from which I emerged into my own phase. Is it poetry? I don't know, but it feels like it still:"The offered me the office, offered me theShopThey said i'd better take anything they'd gotDo you wanna make tea at the bbc?Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?Career opportunities are the ones that never knockEvery job they offer you is to keep you out the dockCareer opportunity, the ones that never knockI hate the army an' i hate the r.a.f.I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heatI hate the civil service rulesAnd i won't open letter bombs for youBus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspectorThey're gonna have to introduce conscriptionThey're gonna have to take away my prescriptionIf they wanna get me making toysIf they wanna get me, well, i got no choiceCareersCareersCareersAin't never gonna knock"

by denis on

Records..yeah, Britney's songs are OK. although she isn't one of my favorites, she expresses her feelings in a so clear way that severals of her songs were used for me and my pupil of English to do the learning of the language. Besides, beyond the lyrics a little superficial of Mr. McCartney, I think that John Lennon is a big poet. George Harrison, in his songs, had the unique dexterity to express strange feelings. Here, you can find Charly Garc

by warrenweappa on

For the record, I have the Talking Heads' 1998 Stop Making Sense Special Edition CD and saw the film in the '80s, saw Byrne when he was in Austin with the Brazilians in the early '90s, and in '79, missed the Talking Heads when they were filmed by 20/20 at the now-defunct Armadillo World Headquarters because I went to work so you could say I'm a fan but I didn't listen to lyrics like I do now or else I wouldn't have missed out on these by the Taipei band Feiwu:cuckoo for Coco [Lee], please be mine, please be mine!I spell my name with my Alphabits, then it sinks to the bottom!that's all right 'cause I still got a box of Trix, then I head for the raisins.cuckoo for Coco, please be mine, please be mine![repeat above chorus]see her on the TV screenlove seeing her sing her love songs!Then I see hustling her maxi-padsand I think what's the problem?[repeat all]

by Billectric on

pfff!Next you'll be raving about the lost classic, "Pressed Rat and Warthog" by Ginger Baker and Mike TaylorPressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop.They didn't want to; 'twas all they had got.Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,And pressed rat's collection of dog legs and feet.Sadly they left, telling no one goodbye.Pressed rat wore red jodhpurs, warthog a striped tie.Between them, they carried a three-legged sack,Went straight round the corner and never came back.Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop.The bad captain madman had told them to stopSelling atonal apples, amplified heat,And pressed rat's collection of dog legs and feet.The bad captain madman had ordered their fate.He laughed and stomped off with a nautical gate.The gate turned into a deroga treeAnd his pegleg got woodworm and broke into three.Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop.They didn't want to; 'twas all they had got.Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,And pressed rat's collection of dog legs and feet.

by Arcadia on

"No bombardeen Buenos Aires, no nos podemos defender...". Do you remember that?Yes, Charly is my first one in spanish, no doubt.

by Arcadia on

you hit me with a flowermy ever favourites:Charly Garc

by Richard Lane on

Bob Dylan's TarantulaMy sister in-law Robin, who lives in Philadelphia, once had a copy of "Tarantula", which was supposed to be Bob Dylan's foray into Prose Poetry. Although some parts of the book were pretty good, this particular literary work was hard to follow.I wouldn't say he was a poet. But there were some elements of Poetry within his song writing ability. As song writers, go I was actually more of a fan of Donovan,and Arthur Lee,(Lead Singer and guitarist for Love).

by um on

Yeah, you mean the poet laureate of rock and roll.

by brooklyn on

KKizer, did you ever read Dave Marsh's biography of the Who? This was really illuminating in explaining the coherent philosophy that underlay everything Townshend wrote. The chapter about his attempted follow up to "Tommy", which was called "Lifehouse" and eventually morphed into the "Who's Next" album, was particularly interesting.

by brooklyn on

Ginger Baker, the drummer from Cream, wrote lyrics?

by denis on

....yeah. I like your favorites, but in the end, you made me laugh really!

by um on

femme fatalesemerged from shadowsto watchthis creature fairboys stood upon their chairs to make their point of viewme, I smiled sadly, for a loveI could not obeylady stardust sang his songsof darkness and dismay-- bowie

by stevadore on

Michael McDermottgreat stuff from an unsung, misplaced minstrel out of Chicago..."In my world of convergenceI'm a prisoner only unto meWhile I await for the emergenceOf the form I shall soon beUntil then I'll wait in the museumThe museum of my mindFate is a wall I must climbThe hangman, he's in the shadowsAnd he's looking for something to doUntil we find who won the battlesOf the evil and the trueAnd the judges, they're in recessUntil they receive some sort of sacred signBelief is a wall I must climbHave you ever looked at your face so muchUntil it became askew?Because the road that's less traveled is the one That leads right back to youI'm frightened for IFear that my lack of life is my crimeI am a wall I must climb"--A Wall I Must Climb

by kkizer on

Yeah, I read that book. It's called "Before I Get Old." Really interesting and it showed what a visionary Townshend was/is.

by Billectric on

Interestingly enough, it was spoken word with musical accompaniment. Yes, Pressed Rat and Warthog appeared on Cream's 1968 double album Wheels of Fire. On that same album are the songs Those Were the Days and Passing the Time, also credited to Ginger Baker/Mike Taylor. The last song on the album, Toad is a Baker composition but has no lyrics.Here's the song list from Wheels of Fire:Record One (in the studio)WHITE ROOM (Jack Bruce/Pete Brown) 4:56 SITTING ON TOP OF THE WORLD (Chester Burnett) 4:56 PASSING THE TIME (Ginger Baker/Mike Taylor) 4:31 AS YOU SAID (Jack Bruce/Pete Brown) 4:19 PRESSED RAT AND WARTHOG (Ginger Baker/Mike Taylor) 3:13 POLITICIAN (Jack Bruce/Pete Brown) 4:11 THOSE WERE THE DAYS (Ginger Baker/Mike Taylor) 2:52 BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN (Booker T. Jones/William Bell) 3:08 DESERTED CITIES OF THE HEART (Jack Bruce/Pete Brown) 4:36 Record Two (live)CROSSROADS (Robert Johnson) 4:13 SPOONFUL (Willie Dixon) 16:44 TRAINTIME (Jack Bruce) 6:52 TOAD (Ginger Baker) 15:53

by gangaji on

Jim MorrisonCan't any of you remember good ole Jim? "Before I die I want to hear the scream of the butterfly" - well if that isn't poetry, what is!

by James David King on

Marilyn MansonHey, if you can do Britney, I can do Manson. Easily dismissed as pure shock rock, there's actually something there:You were my mechanical bride Phenobarbidoll A manniqueen of depression With the face of a dead star Not only does that describe one of my ex-girlfriends, it's got all those double meanings (star meaning both celestial body and celebrity is a motif that runs throughout the album) and it's metrically kind of cool as well.