| Flo Rida – Low Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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i still have no idea what apple bottom jeans are, but it's good to see that someone can still get a charting single using nothing more than a rhyming dictionary and some garbled nonsense. don't get me wrong, i know this post is pretty negi but i do think it's a great tune, i love a dance to a sweet beat as much as the next boy. i just think it doesn't really need any lyrics, he might as well just make some cool noises or something, random animal sounds or try his hand at some east coast beatboxing, make it up as he goes along so it's different each time they perform it. i'm assuming they perform? i don't know. i have no idea. everyone seems to run to backing tracks these days. sigh. as an example; i'm whining on about such poetic and moving stanzas as: "That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola Got me like a Soldier She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover Shorty was hot like a toaster Sorry but I had to fold her, Like a pornography poster She showed her" and "I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin They be want it two in the mornin I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin She wouldn't stop, made it drop Shorty did that pop and lock, Had to break her off that gwap Gah it was fly just like my glock" seriously. what? did you just get a list of words that rhymed and try to make a story from them? no disrespect, but true MC's develop their command of the english (lol, american) language to such a point that they can take exactly what they want to say and flow it to a beat with rhyme; syntax and meaning remaining intact. this language we share lends itself perfectly to the art of musical poetry because it just has so many damn synonyms. it's overkill, so make the most of it. read a book. learn some new words. use them. perhaps this was a bad song to pick for my bitching but it's such a great example of the complete lack of lyrical integrity in pop music these days. i'll admit that yellow submarine made no sense to me either but at least it meant something to the beatles when they wrote it. this song bears literally no meaningful merit beyond that of a cheap candy fix after school, albeit eaten on the way to some pseudomacho gunfight in the bronx. except you're from florida where everyone is either dying or dead (yeh, i've seen cocoon) and props to gollygee for having just discovered the internet. i agree with you completely my friend but you'll soon learn that arguing a point like that on a forum is utterly pointless, because the web is mostly populated by impudent morons convinced that their own super-opinion is the gospel version of reality with no room for doubt or question, a watertight and verbatim facsimile of the shattering word of god himself. who, by the way, also runs to a backing track these days. sigh. |
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