Devils Rancher

Uh, okay, may I interject here that she can get knotted? Dylan, by Blonde on Blonde, was a surrealist, and his lyrics were pure imagery. Sure, you can pick on a line or two here and there, but the man has no equal. When you consider his output from '63 to '68, he changed the face of music. He made lyrics (see previously Surfin USA or He's so fine, shoo lang, shoo lang) MEAN something. He gave pop music a reason to exist, at the exact moment that the 60's needed it in order for the counter-culture to form a voice around anti-Vietnam was sentiment. He fused folk (protest music, sung by dowdy, dour grumps) with rock and gave us a movement. Plus, he provoked Lennon into writing A Day in the Life. No dissing on Bob, man -- you're harshing my vibe.

Bad lyrics -- lessee. I'm shocked to find this thread has gone three pages without mention of Starship's "We Built This City":

We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

Say you dont know me or recognize my face
Say you dont care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night

Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, dont you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll


Someone always playing corporation games
Who cares theyre always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible write us off the page

Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, dont you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

Its just another sunday, in a tired old street
Police have got the choke hold, oh then we just lost the beat

Who counts the money underneath the bar
Who rides the wrecking ball in two rock guitars
Dont tell us you need us, cos were the ship of fools
Looking for america, coming through your schools

(Im looking out over that golden gate bridge
Out on another gorgeous sunny saturday, not seein that bumper to bumper traffic)

Dont you remember (member)(member)

(whats your favorite radio station, in your favorite radio city
The city by the bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps)

Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, dont you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

(we built, we built this city) built this city (we built, we built this city)

and my personal all-time worst, Sammy Hagar's Three Lock Box:

Suckers walk, money talks!
But it can't touch my three lock box!
Uh! Oh, yeah!
Mysteries of the days of old.
You find the key, you got the gold.
One, two, three lock box.
One, two, three lock box.
One, two, three lock box.
One, two, three lock box.
Treasure's here, sunken there.
Buried treasure's everywhere.
One, two, three lock box.
One, two, three lock box.
Don't go far, circle close.
The father, son, the holy ghost.
To the trinity, I raise a toast!
Ahh, yea!
One, two, three lock box.
One, two, three lock box.
One, two, three lock box.
One, two, three lock box.
-solo-
Secrets of the trinity lie within the number three.
Uh! Hey!
One, two, three lock box.
One, two, three lock box.
One, two, three lock box.
One, two, three lock box.
(Three Lock Box)
One, two, three lock box.
One, two, three lock box.
(Three Lock Box)
One, two, three lock box.
One, two, three lock box.
(Three Lock Box)

Yeeeesh.

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