| Simon and Garfunkel – The Sound of Silence Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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@[catcando75:25629] "The Jews had to hide, they were silenced by Hitler." ...err...the correct term would actually be "mass murdered." |
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| Simon and Garfunkel – The Sound of Silence Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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The most significant thing about S&G's Career is that they ended It hating each others guts and never working together again. I didn't like them either, not personally but for the preachy, sanctimonious and holier than thouesque smugness of most of their songs. I listen to music to be inspired, not to be talked down to or to be relegated to being an audience to someones subjective notion of what being clever with words is (especially if it isn't clever). I never understood how anyone could like those two, with their silly tweedy harvard student outfits, disheveled hairdos and insipid caucasian folk songs but now I do... they never liked each other either. Music for people who need to read something into something that isn't there. |
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| Genesis – Abacab Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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Genesis were a great support band for Peter Gabriel, whose lyrics had the depth and colour of gorgeous oil paintings, as opposed to his replacement Phil C. who by contrast was the equivalent of a breakfast cereal. As this song with a title inspired apparently by the first 3 letters of the English alphabet attests...and let's not even get into those truly bizzare Diana Ross solo covers, please. |
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| Nirvana – Dive Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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Grunge was aptly titled, because that's exactly what it was. Rock music for chronically depressed white American teenagers with substance abuse issues, living in crappy low income suburbs of crappy American cities. Depressing isn't it? |
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| Bob Dylan – A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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By his own admission, a Woody Guthrie rip off and as an artist someone whose voice clearly has no range (and who sings out of his nasal passage instead of his diaphragm), and whose guitar playing abilities blanch by comparison to most of his contemporaries. In short, a classic example of right place right time, but little else. |
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| Bob Seger – Like A Rock Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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"Stood there boldly, sweatin in the sun." ...What a great way to start a song- with an image of a sweaty man. Ick. But that's Bob Seger for you. A guy who is best visualized as a poster guy for every downtrodden confused trailer park oaf in America, whose sole ability to comprehend the rich tapestry of the creative arts consists of a micro fuzzball upon it, the Bob Seger song catalogue. Bob has ability of course because he has a bank account to back It up. But its also the anti ability, identified with by his fans, to write songs that are to a fault mirroring of them. One would be tempted to think of him as some sort of white trash messiah, except that he had the business acumen to make millions of dollars, whereas the good ol' folks as portrayed in his songs typically have difficulty scraping 25 bucks together for a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon, which raises a question mark of potential cynicism over his work. Either way, what is cirtainly beyond question is that these are some of the most awful, embarassingly cliched and out and out just plain bad compositions ever commited to studio tape. Mediocre utterly predictable bar band rock of the most garden variety at best, with a singer who sounds like he just finished a carton of Marlboro's and is gargling bath crystals. Music for people who don't understand music. |
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| James Blunt – You're Beautiful Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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James Blunt is basically James Taylor but even blander and middle of the road (who would have thought that possible). Even his voice sounds the same, i.e. as though he were singing with a peg on his nose which is profoundly irritating. Blunt like Taylor also has a knack for writing crass simplistic and embarassingly bad lyrics somewhere between a ninth grade student essay and the dialogue to a bad soap opera. Both occupy the comfy niche of providing the equivalent of muzak to yowza golly gosh white picket fence caucasian suburban dad types, who want to look hip to the neighbours when inviting them over to barbecues on their porch. Avoid anything by this dude like the plague, unless you need to get back at your neighbours. |
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| James Blunt – You're Beautiful Lyrics | 7 years ago |
| @[wayla1234:25627] Pretty obvious Pretty much sums up the entire song. | |
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