Fix what’s wrong, but don’t rewrite what the artist wrote. Stick to the official released version — album booklet, label site, verified lyric video, etc. If you’re guessing, pause and double-check.
Respect the structure
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Punctuation counts (but vibe-editing doesn’t)
Correct typos? Yes. Re-punctuating a whole verse because it ‘looks better’? Probably not. Keep capitalization and punctuation close to the official source.
Don’t mix versions
If you’re editing the explicit version, keep it explicit. If it’s the clean version, keep it clean. No mashups.
Let the lyrics be lyrics
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Edit lightly
If two lines are wrong… fix the two lines. No need to bulldoze the whole page. Think ‘surgical,’ not ‘remix.’
When in doubt, ask the crowd
Not sure what they’re singing in that fuzzy bridge? Drop a question in the comments and let the music nerds swarm. Someone always knows.
I could be off, but then it's art, so I'm free to interpret it as I wish, but it seems to me that the song, both lyrically and melodically, are about, or at least come with the emotional frame of wallowing in self-loathing.
With the repeated boosting of second-rate things to the top of the list so to speak, it seems like the narrator is dealing with feeling not up to par in some way, as in "Gold isn't hip; silver is in". it seems like the same kind of self-deprecating masochism that I frequently feel on my blue days.
But again, that's just my opinion.
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someone, explain this song! it's almost haunting. i love it.
it's about the Grapes of Wrath
it's about the Grapes of Wrath
I could be off, but then it's art, so I'm free to interpret it as I wish, but it seems to me that the song, both lyrically and melodically, are about, or at least come with the emotional frame of wallowing in self-loathing. With the repeated boosting of second-rate things to the top of the list so to speak, it seems like the narrator is dealing with feeling not up to par in some way, as in "Gold isn't hip; silver is in". it seems like the same kind of self-deprecating masochism that I frequently feel on my blue days.
But again, that's just my opinion.