Worst Lyrics in History
 

I searched on "Worst Lyrics" and didn't get anything like this.

Pop music is and has always been characterized by a certain level of insipidity, and Rock has it's share too, but some songs really set the bar low.

So what are some of the worst lyrics ever?

Some of my choices:

"...But if this ever changing world in which we live in..." (Sir Paul - Live & Let Die)
"Pink as the sheets that we lay on./Pink is my favorite crayon." (Aerosmith - Pink)
"Here is my heart/ waiting for you./ Here is my soul./ I eat at chez noux." (Yes - Love Will Find a Way)

I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, so I can
Watch you weave
Then breathe your story lines
And I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, so I can
Keep track of the visions in my eyes

While she's deceiving me
It cuts my security
Has she got control of me
I turn to her and say

Don't switch the blade
On the guy in shades, oh-no
Don't masquerade
With the guy in shades, oh-no
I can't believe it
'Cause you got it made
With the guy in shades, oh-no

And I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, so I can
Forget my name while you collect your claim
And I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, so I can
See the light that's right before my eyes

While she's deceiving me
She cuts my security
Has she got control of me
I turn to her and say

Don't switch the blade
On the guy in shades, oh-no
Don't masquerade
With the guy in shades, oh-no
I can't believe it
Don't be afraid
Of the guy in shades, oh-no
It kinda scared you
'Cause you got it made
With the guy in shades, oh-no

Oh, I say I wear my sunglasses at night
I wear my sunglasses at night
I wear my sunglasses at night
I say it to you now
I wear my sunglasses at night
I wear my sunglasses at night
I wear my sunglasses at night
I cry to you
I wear my sunglasses at night
I wear my sunglasses at night

mixedmedia, it's bad enough we Canadians have to apologize for Bryan Adams.... now Corey Hart? :shakehead:

*sighs*

clue number one was when you knocked on my door
clue number two was the look that you wore
n' that's when i knew it was a pretty good sign
that something was wrong up on cloud number nine

well it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight
well it may be wrong but baby it sure feels right

and the moon is out and the stars are bright
and whatever comes s'gonna be alright
cause tonight you will be mine - up on cloud number nine
and there ain't no place that i'd rather be
and we can't go back but you're here with me
yeah, the weather is really fine - up on cloud number nine

now he hurt you and you hurt me
and that wasn't the way it was supposed to be
so baby tonight let's leave the world behind
and spend some time up on cloud number nine

well it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight
well it may be wrong but baby it sure feels right

well we won't come down tonight
ya we won't come down tonight
no we won't come down tonight

we can watch the world go by - up on cloud number nine

skogafoss hates this

Savage Garden - Truly Madly Deeply

I want to stand with you on a mountain.
I want to bathe with you in the sea.
I want to lay like this forever.
Until the sky falls down on me...

always she has to correct the grammar error, each and every time we hear it...

What grammar error?

Heh... let sleeping dies lie.... not lay.

You lay something; you don't lay down.

Don't sweat it, Baraka, Canada's hardly got a monopoly on insipid lyrics:

I'm bringing sexy back (yeah)
Them other boys don't know how to act (yeah)
I think you're special what's behind your back (yeah)
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack. (yeah)

Take em' to the bridge

Dirty babe (uh huh)
You see these shackles baby I'm your slave (uh huh)
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave (uh huh)
It's just that no one makes me feel this way (uh huh)

Take 'em to the chorus

Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're twerkin' with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it

Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
[X6]

Get your sexy on

I'm bringing sexy back (yeah)
Them other fuckers don't know how to act (yeah)
Come let me make up for the things you lack (yeah)
'Cause your burning up I gotta get it fast (yeah)

Take 'em to the bridge

Dirty babe (uh huh)
You see these shackles baby I'm your slave (uh huh)
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave (uh huh)
It's just that no one makes me feel this way (uh huh)

Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're twerkin' with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it

Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
[X6]

Get your sexy on

You ready? [x3]

I'm bringing sexy back (yeah)
The mothers fuckers watch how I attack (yeah)
If that's your girl better watch your back (yeah)
Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact (yeah)

Take em' to the chorus

Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're twerkin' with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it

Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
[X6]

Get your sexy on

You ready? [x4]

:shakehead:

I was waiting for you to answer that one... :) most people have no clue that it's grammatically incorrect and it grates her each and every time we hear the song. She can't hear the endearment of the song at all, just the grammatical error.

worst song ever

You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my arms to go back onto the phone
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lilps to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lips
He never really liked me anyway

Oh tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Myself already knows that I'm okay
Oh you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

"now I lay me down to sleep."

It's almost embarrassing how every freestyle song ever created is fit for this thread.

Corina - Temptation

We've been together so long
I never meant to do you wrong
But I've found someone new
Theirs nothing you can say or do
To try and change my mind
Would be a waste of time
Lets go our seperate ways
Theirs nothing more to say
Just try to ease your mind
'Cause I don't mean to hurt you
It's just he's knows to treat me like a special lady
It's time you look away
He's knows just how to touch me
Maybe someday you'll understand

Chorus:
Temptation is a part of life
It doesn't matter if its wrong or right
Temptation is a part of life
It doesn't matter if its wrong or right
It makes you do what you love

He's knows I can't resist
Ooh, his perfect lips
When he looks in my eyes
I feel like I've been hypnotized
I've wanted him for so long
What I felt was oh so strong
...

http://youtube.com/watch?v=xXeLNXnJ17M

The worst

Cheeky girls .

(oo) boy's cheeky girls
(oo) girl's cheeky boys

(oo) boy's cheeky girls
(oo) girl's cheeky boys

(oo) boy's cheeky girls
(oo) girl's cheeky boys

(oo) boy's cheeky girls
(oo) girl's cheeky boys

never ever ask
where do you go

never ever ask
what do you do

never ever ask
whats in your mind

never ever ask
if you'l be mine

don't ask why
don't be shy
touch my bum
this is life

we are the cheeky girls
we are the cheeky girls

you are the cheeky boys
you are the cheeky boys

we are the cheeky girls
we are the cheeky girls

you are the cheeky boy's
you are the cheeky boy's

we are the cheeky girls
we are the cheeky girls

you are the cheeky boy's
you are the cheeky boy's

mmm cheeky cheeky

che che che che che

(oo) boy's cheeky girls
(oo) girl's cheeky boys

(oo) boy's cheeky girls
(oo) girl's cheeky boys

(oo) boy's cheeky girls
(oo) girl's cheeky boys

(oo) boy's cheeky girls
(oo) girl's cheeky boys

never ever ask
where do you go

never ever ask
what do you do

never ever ask
whats in your mind

never ever ask
if you'l be mine

don't ask why
don't be shy
touch my bum
this is life

we are the cheeky girls
we are the cheeky girls

you are the cheeky boys
you are the cheeky boys

we are the cheeky girls
we are the cheeky girls

you are the cheeky boy's
you are the cheeky boy's

we are the cheeky girls
we are the cheeky girls

you are the cheeky boy's
you are the cheeky boy'

come and join the cheeky club
this is what you want
come and sing the cheeky song
our cheeky cheeky song ( oo )

come and join the cheeky club
this is what you want
come and sing the cheeky song
our cheeky cheeky song ( oo )


don't ask why
don't be shy
touch my bum
this is life

we are the cheeky girls
we are the cheeky girls

you are the cheeky boys
you are the cheeky boys

we are the cheeky girls
we are the cheeky girls

you are the cheeky boy's
you are the cheeky boy's

we are the cheeky girls
we are the cheeky girls

you are the cheeky boy's
you are the cheeky boy's

cheeky cheeky

"Only time will tell if we stand the test of time"

Sammy Hagar while part of Van Halen, the name of the song escapes me but that insipid line lives with me forever :)

Yes. I think these might just be the worst lyrics in history.

The single worst pop lyric of all time comes from the backing vocals of Michael Jackson's "Bad"

They go:

Bad, Bad.
Really, really bad.
Bad, bad.
Really, really bad.

Finger Eleven - Paralyzer (i hate them so much and the lyrics to this song are just terrible)

hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far, has not been good
It’s been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should
This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place

Well I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

I hold out for one more drink
Before I think
I’m looking too desperately
But so far has not been fun
I should just stay home
If one thing really means one
This club will hopefully
Be closed in three weeks
That would be cool with me
Well I’m still imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place

I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

We’ll I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

for some reason, i have remember this particularly miserable lyrical excursion inflicted on us by emerson lake and palmer since high school.

it contains the worst couplet ever penned, which is in bold:

Still....You Turn Me On

Do you want to be an angel,
Do you want to be a star,
Do you want to play some magic on my guitar?
Do you want to be a poet,
Do you want to be my string?
You could be anything.
Do you want to be the lover of another
Undercover? You could even be the man on the moon.

Do you want to be the player,
Do you want to be the string?
Let me just tell you something,
It just don't mean a thing.
You see it really doesn't matter
when you're buried in disguise
by the dark glass on your eyes,
though your flesh has crystalised;
Still .... you turn me on.

Do you want to be the pillow where I lay my head,
Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed?
Do you want to be a colour cover magazine;
create a scene.
Every day a little sadder,
A little madder,
Someone get me a ladder.

Do you want to be the singer,
Do you want to be the song?
Let me tell you something
you just couldn't be more wrong.
You see I really have to tell you
that it all gets so intense.
>From my experience
It just doesn't seem to make sense,
Still .... you turn me on

Are we talking worst like lamest or grossest?

Mindless Self Indulgence: Panty Shot

Five year old pantyshot
oh,I can see between her legs
Five year old pantyshot
Oh Yeah Yeah Yeah
Five year old mother fuckin

pantyshot
Can't complain
I didn't even touch her so I can't be blamed
5 year old pantyshot in my brain
My life has meaning when she spreads her legs

5 year old pantyshot
oh,I can see between her legs
5 year old pantyshot oh
cock, bomb shock,you muthafuckas missed a spot
mother fuckin

pantyshot
I can't complain
I didn't even touch her so I can't be blamed
Five year old pantyshot hit my brain
My life has meaning when she spreads her legs

Five year old panty shot
shot
shot
shot

"I've been watching you for hours/ it's been years since we were born..."
Counting Crows - Murder of One

Why can't this be love.

Sylvia's mother says "Sylvia's busy"
"Too busy to come to the phone"
Sylvia's mother says "Sylvia's tryin'"
"To start a new life of her own"
Sylvia's mother says "Sylvia's happy"
"So why don't you leave her alone?"

CHORUS
And the operator says "40 cents more for the next 3 minutes"
Ple-ease Mrs. Avery, I just gotta talk to her
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Avery, I just wanna tell 'er goodbye

Sylvia's mother says "Sylvia's packin'"
"She's gonna be leavin' today"
Sylvia's mother says "Sylvia's marryin' "
"A fella down Galveston way"
Sylvia's mother says "Please don't say nothin'"
"To make her start cryin' and stay"

CHORUS

Sylvia's mother says "Sylvia's hurryin' "
"She's catchin' the nine o'clock train"
Sylvia's mother says "Take your umbrella"
"cause Sylvie, it's startin' to rain"
And Sylvia's mother says "thank you for callin'"
"And, sir, won't you call back again?"

Ladies and gentleman, I present to you

Natalie Portman's Shaved Head - Beard Lust

Look at my facial hair
Oh man hot damn it's everywhere
Where'd you get that beard?
I grew it
How you keep it so clean?
I shampoo it
YEAH
I really wish I could grow a mustache
Why don't ya?
Well frankly I don't have the cash
You gotta take care of your facial hair
Otherwise it gets scruffy and bare

The elements of style
For the beard (something)
The essential manual
For owners of beards

Trim it
Cut it
Comb it
Style it
Clean it and scent with violet
Love it but don't get violent
Rub it but not in public
Eat with it but don't get messy
The only rule is keep it classy

........

If you want to hear this bit of awesomeness, go to their myspace. I downloaded it for someone at work, but just had to listen to it beforehand. Super-duper is all I can say about it.

Weezer's El Scorcho is a fun, catchy pop tune but the lyrics are pretty clunky:

I went to the Green Day concert.
You said you never heard of them (How cool is that?)
so I went in to your room, and read your dia-ree-hee...

The Five Man Electrical Band's song Signs is just about a perfect song: It's catchy and the upbeat tone matches its earnest message well. It's also structured quite neatly in its rhyming and phrasing. Because of this, the one line that fails to rhyme and fit the phrasing sticks out like a sore thumb:

And the sign said anybody caught trespassing would be shot on sight
So I jumped on the fence and yelled at the house, Hey! what gives you the right
To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in
If God was here, he'd tell you to your face, man you're some kinda sinner

You just know they agonized over a way use "sin" instead of "sinner" but couldn't quite get it. I shake my head every time I hear it.

oh man how can you knock Dr. Hook!!!

Anything by the artificial rap industry would count in my book.
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/puff+da..._20112073.html

I actually like these guys, but this song when I first heard it, really put me off:

Summer stretching on the grass
Summer dresses pass
In the shade of the willow tree
Creeps a crawling over me
Over me and over you
Stuck together with god's glue
It's gonna' get stickier, too
It's been a long, hot summer
Lets get undercover
Don't try to hard to think, don't think at all

I'm not the only one,
Staring at the sun.
Afraid of what you'd find
If you took a look inside
I'm not just deaf and dumb
Staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who's happy to go blind

There's an insect in your ear
If you scratch it won't disappear
It's gonna itch and burn and sting
You want to see what the scratching brings
Waves that leave me out of reach
Breaking on your back like a beach
Will we ever live in peace?

'Cause those that can't do
Often have to
And those that can't do
Often have to preach

To the ones
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find
If you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb
I'm staring at the sun
I'm not the only one
Who'd rather go blind

Intransigence is all around
Military still in town
Armour plated suits and ties
Daddy just won't say goodbye
Referee won't blow the whistle
God is good but will He listen
I'm nearly great
But there's something missing

I left it in the duty free area
But you never really belonged to me

You're not the only one
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find
You step back inside
Not sucking on my thumb
I'm staring at the sun
I'm not the only one
Who's happy to go blind

. :lol:

This came to mind first:

Yo, Ill tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
Ill tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
Really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you want my future forget my past,
If you wanna get with me better make it fast,
Now dont go wasting my precious time,
Get your act together we could be just fine

Ill tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
Really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but thats the way it is.

What do you think about that now you know how I feel,
Say you can handle my love are you for real,
I wont be hasty, Ill give you a try
If you really bug me then Ill say goodbye.

Yo Ill tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
Really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but thats the way it is.

So heres a story from a to z, you wanna get with me
You gotta listen carefully,
We got em in the place who likes it in your face,
We got g like mc who likes it on an
Easy v doesnt come for free, shes a real lady,
And as for me youll see,
Slam your body down and wind it all around
Slam your body down and wind it all around.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but thats the way it is.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta,
You gotta, you gotta, slam, slam, slam, slam
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down zigazig ah
If you wanna be my lover.

-Spice Girls

that
...if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends...
always puzzled me

Even though I am a huge (closet) Duran Duran fan, the lyrics (and the accompanying vid) always struck me as a little too silly, even for Duran Duran:

"New Moon On Monday"

Shake up the picture the lizard mixture
With your dance on the eventide
You got me coming up with answers
All of which I deny
I said it again
Could I please rephrase it
Maybe I can catch a ride
I couldn't really put it much plainer
But I'll wait till you decide
Send me your warning siren
As if I could ever hide
Last time La Luna

[CHORUS]

I light my torch and wave it for the
New moon on Monday
And a firedance through the night
I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite

Breaking away with the best of both worlds
A smile that you can't disguise
Every minute I keep finding
Clues that you leave behind
Save me from these reminders
As if I'd forget tonight
This time La Luna

[CHORUS]

The award for total inability to craft rhymes goes to Steve Miller for Take The Money & Run.


This heres a story about billy joe and bobbie sue
Two young lovers with nothin better to do
Than sit around the house, get high, and watch the tube
And here is what happened when they decided to cut loose

They headed down to, ooh, old el paso
Thats where they ran into a great big hassle
Billy joe shot a man while robbing his castle
Bobbie sue took the money and run

Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run

Billy mack is a detective down in texas
You know he knows just exactly what the facts is
He aint gonna let those two escape justice
He makes his livin off of the peoples taxes

Bobbie sue, whoa, whoa, she slipped away
Billy joe caught up to her the very next day
They got the money, hey
You know they got away
They headed down south and theyre still running today
Singin go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run

If you want to be her lover, her friends need to accept you and vice-versa. I like that song.

Akon - I Wanna Fuck You


[Chorus (Akon):]
I see you winding and grinding up on that pole,
I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know
I wanna fuck you, you already know
I wanna fuck you, you already know

[Snoop Dogg:]
Money in the air as more feel grab you by your coat tail take you to the motel, hoe sale,
don't tell, won't tell, baby said I don't talk Dogg but she told on me, oh well,
take a picture with me, what the flick gonna do, baby stick to me & I'mma stick on you,
if you pick me then I'mma pick on you, d-o-double g and I'm here to put this dick on you,
I'm stuck on pussy and yours is right, wrip riding them poles and them doors is tight
and I'mma get me a shot for the end of the night 'cause pussy is pussy and baby you're pussy for life.

[Chorus (Akon)]

[Akon:]
Shorty I can see you ain't lonely handful of niggas and they all got cheese,
so you looking at me now what's it gonna be just another tease far as I can see,
trying get you up out this club if it means spendin' a couple dubs,
throwing bout 30 stacks in the back make it rain like that cause I'm far from a scrub,
you know my pedigree, ex-dealer use to move phetamines,
girl I spend money like it don't mean nothing and besides I got a thing for you.

[Chorus (Akon)]

[Snoop Dogg:]
Mobbin' through club in low pressing I'm sitting in the back in the smokers section (just smoking),
birds eye, I got a clear view, you cant see me but I can see you (baby I see you),
it's cool we jet the mood is set,
your pussy is wet you rubbing your back and touching your neck,
your body is movin' you humpin' and jumpin' your titties is bouncin' you smilin' and grinin' and looking at me.

[Akon:]
Girl and while you're looking at me I'm ready to hit the caddy right up on the patio move the patty to the caddy,
baby you got a phatty the type I like to marry wanting to just give you everything and that's kinda scary,
cause I'm loving the way you shake your ass, bouncin', got me tippin' my glass,
Normally don't get caught up too fast but I got a thing for you.

[Chorus (Akon) x2]

Seems pretty straight forward to me.

As for worst lyrics? I vote for:

Well I run through the kitchen looked in the paper
Said, oh God almighty, mama, there it says a gator, come on, come on
Every other day I got a gator on my lawn
Well you dropped your groceries in the kitchen sink
Went to work and made the bathroom stink, come on, come on
Every other day I got a gator on my lawn

Get with it mike!

Well I jumped out of bed run across the street
Asked my neighbor said, wheres my meat?
I had a red raw steak cant find it anywhere
He looked at me and said, what the hell do I care? come on
Every other day I got a gator on my lawn

Yeah I run in the kitchen looked in the paper
Said, oh God almighty, mama, there it says a gator, come on, come on
Every other day I got a gator on my lawn
Well every other day I got a gator on my lawn
Every other day I got a gator on my lawn

well, you see, I don't even have to know how Tully interprets it to know that we read it the same way :p

Well, obviously we went to different schools together.

"... In the desert, you can remember your name/
'cause there ain't no one for to give you no shame."
- America - Horse with no name.

Not necessarily the worst lyric ever, but the biggest drop-off in quality in a song: last line of Springsteen's Thunder Road:
"It's a town full of losers. I'm pullin' outta here on a wiiiiiiing."

An exploration of the trancendentally sublime in the quotidian to that point, and then smack down back into the mundane. I've always wished he would write a different line for that.

:lol:

*******************

America reminded me of Bread


Baby, im-a want you
Baby, im-a need you
You the only one I care enough to hurt about
Maybe im-a crazy
But I just cant live without...

Your lovin and affection
Givin me direction
Like a guiding light to help me through a darkest hour
Lately Im a-prayin
That youll always be a-stayin beside me

Used to be my life was just emotions passing by
Feeling all the while and never really knowing why...

Lately Im a-prayin
That youll always be a-stayin beside me.

Used to be my life was just emotions passing by
Then you came along and made me laugh
And made me cry...
You taught me why...

Baby, im-a want you
Baby, im-a need you

Oh, it took so long to find you, baby

Baby, im-a want you
Baby, im-a need you

"
...
Let me hear you say this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
(This shit is bananas)
(B-A-N-A-N-A-S)
...
"

i want to kill myself whenever I head Gwen Stephani.

"Woohoo, Yeehoo"
repeat x10000000

ears are bleeding at this point.

pearl jam - bugs

All these...

I got bugs
I got bugs in my room
Bugs in my bed
Bugs in my ears
Their eggs in my head
Bugs in my pockets
Bugs in my shoes
Bugs in the way I feel about you

Bugs on my window
Trying to get in
They dont go nowhere
Waiting, waiting...
Bugs on my ceiling
Crowded the floor
Standing, sitting, kneeling...
A few block the door

And now the questions:
Do I kill them?
Become their friend?
Do I eat them?
Raw or well done?
Do I trick them?
I dont think theyre that dumb
Do I join them?
Looks like thats the one

I got bugs on my skin
Tickle my nausea I let it happen again
Theyre always takin over
I see they surround me, I see...
See them deciding my fate
Oh, that which was once...was once up to me...
Now its too late

I got bugs in my room...one on one
Thats when I had a chance
Ill just stop now
Ill become naked and with the...
Ill become one

Parts of The End are OK, but these bits always make me chortle. Jimbo couldn't do better than old & cold, snake/lake? If i'm going to give it to Mama, i'm not putting my boots on.

Speaking of bad lyrics, did people see the Germaine Greer article on Bob Dylan in the Guardian. I quote:

I tend to agree with GG, but when she uses phrases like "Fustian of this ilk", you have to wonder about her aesthetic sensibilities.

See the whole article here.

anything by KISS

I'll go with Anything by Soulja Boy.. lol

Crank that was catchy.. lyrics are just..

I'll just leave it at that

Seanland, you posted exactly what I was going to post. The lyrics to Crank Dat:
I'm Jocking On Yo Bitch Ass
And If We Get The Fightin
Then I'm Cocking On Your Bitch
You Catch Me At Yo Local Party
Yes I Crank It Everyday
Haterz Get Mad Cuz
"I Got Me Some Bathin Apes"

I found out through my friend Google that 'bathin apes' is a type of expensive shoe.

Oh crap! Gene gonna kick your ass for saying that.

Seriously I think you're right. Martian was just talking about seeing Rush and for some reason I thought of what a contrast Rush and Kiss are. Kiss makes Quiet Riot look like musical masters.

And actually I think my daughter could probably kick the living shit out of Gene. In Gene's defense she's been doing Taekwondo for the past 6 or 7 years. But even if she hadn't I think he'd have problems with her, he's all talk and no musical talent.

Anything by Steve Miller reeks...don't know how this guy made a living with songs...
More:
"The Joker"
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitous of love
People talk about me, baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
Well, don't you worry baby
Don't worry
Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home

Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one

I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
Wooo Wooooo

You're the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time

Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run

I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one

Wooo Woooo

People keep talking about me baby
They say I'm doin' you wrong
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama
Cause I'm right here at home

Another(he uses that same stupid phrase and adds another):
"Enter Maurice"
My dearest darling, come closer to Maurice so I can whisper
sweet words of epismetology in your ear and speak to you of
the pompitous of love. Even though our road is rough and
long, for you to leave me at this time darling, must surely
be wrong. So come back and reconsider one more thing. Maurice
is the only one to make your little heart sing.

Ooh mama ooh, ooh mama ooh
How can you do the things that you do?
Ooh mama ooh, ooh mama ooh
I'm gonna buy you some brand new shoes
I'm gonna buy you some brand new shoes

Enter Maurice
I don't know why you won't make no more apple pie. Since you've
been gone it's been starvation mama, ever since I lost my
probation. Don't you remember the time that you ended up in
jail? That's right darling, it was Maurice who went your bail.
Now, there's just one more thing that I want to say before you turn
and walk away.

Bom Bom Bom Bom do wah da di dit
Bom Bom Bom Bom do wah da di dit
Bom Bom Bom Bom do wah da di dit...

Darling please, don't walk out that door, you must reconsider
darling, you've done it so many times before. It's not too late,
It's never too late, precious one, for Maurice to love you.
Just remember sweetheart, I bought myself a gun and I will be
the only one.


WTF???

And what's with all the KISS enablers? Gene Simmons is not interesting. He's just greedy.

It's all about the timing. All his hits hit when people were getting very friendly with smoke and blow.

Is answer also explains disco, IMHO.

"Do the hustle!" WFT, indeed.

Rush lyrics? Whatever else you say about them, it's hard to get around the fact that they're sung by Geddy Lee.

I don't understand the Steve Miller hate. How dare you dis Maurice.

Swingin' on the front porch
Swingin' on the lawn
Swingin' where we want
'Cause there ain't nobody home
Swingin' to the left
And swingin' to the right
If I think about baseball
I'll swing all night yea
Swingin' in the living room
Swingin' in the kitchen
Most folks don't 'cause
They're too busy bitchin'
Swingin' in there 'cause
She wanted me to feed her
So I mixed up the batter
And she licked the beater
I scream you scream
We all scream for her
Don't even try 'cause
You can't ignore her
She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good
Make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie oh yea
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face
Ten miles wide
Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie
Swingin' to the drums
Swingin' to guitar
Swingin' to the bass
In the back of my car
Ain't got money
Ain't got no gas
But we'll get where
We're goin' if we
Swing real fast
I scream you scream
We all scream for her
Don't even try 'cause
You can't ignore her
Swing it! All night long,
Swing it!
Swing in the bathroom
Swingin' on the floor
Swingin' so hard
We forgot to lock the door
In walks her daddy
Standin' six foot four
He said you ain't gonna swing
With my daughter no more
She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good
Make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie oh yea
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face
Ten miles wide
Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie

I don't care for KISS either, but Family Jewels is a total crack-up!

yea, I know.. the funny thing is his lyrics to his other songs are just as bad.. if not worse..

lyrics to YAHHH!! he actually uses the phrase "doo doo face"

What happened to the Rocker Brian Adams?

Seems he suffers from Phil Collins Syndrome...

Going with the grammatical errors in Savage Garden songs.. this one has always driven me absolutely nuts:

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

Grrrrrr.

Granted Rush lyrics can be "out there" and Geddy's one of those guys you either like or hate. But musically I'd say they're light years ahead of the likes of KISS. I couldn't play a musical instrument if my life depended on it but I swear I could thump out the crap Gene does.

Family Jewels is funny, totally staged funny- but funny. Gene may not be musically inclined but he does do PR good.

So pretentious and literate is even less surprising than pretentious and illiterate. Pretentious, literate, and pedantic even less so.

Examples? I mean, I could have started out by making one of my examples, for instance, "Daft Punk" or "electronica of any sort", but innstead I pulled out examples. In this case it would be to argue the value (low) of the following:
"Work It/ Make It/ Do It/ Makes Us/ Harder/ Better/ Faster/ Stronger/ More/ Than/ Hour/ Our/ Never/ Ever/ After/ Work is/ Over" (Note that these might be OK lyrics if they weren't the ONLY lyrics.)

And, regardless of the indisputable fact that KISS largely wrote their lyrics to appeal to 13 year old boys, making the bulk of it tripe by default, "Going Blind" is and excellent song by nearly any measure.

True that in that he looks like the love child of Carley Simon and Iggy Pop and sounds like Biddie Bird covering Opeth.

I'd say that Rush's years of great lyrics are behind them. We will never see another "Tom Sawyer", but we may well see many more outtakes from Presto.

The only lyric of theirs that comes even close to belonging here is, "I knew that he was different/in his sexuality," so far as I recall (though I stopped paying attention after Presto made it clear that they were just marking time at this point.)

"One Week" - Barenaked Ladies

It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me saying
"Get that together come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi
'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it's so dangerous,
you'll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air
and said "You're crazy"
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault
not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait til you say you're sorry

Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin' X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic
Like Sting I'm tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy

Like Kurasawa I make mad films
Okay, I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a Samurai
Gonna get a set a' better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
'Cause the cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides
and said "I'm sorry"
Five days since I laughed at you and said
"You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame,
but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie

I hate this song. The lyrics AND the music both suck. Why this audio garbage ever gained popularity is beyond me.

rush, rush, rush.
good fucking christ.

here's a laughably bad lyric from their second album i think, the one with the almost equally bad "bastille day" on it..

The whiteness of confusion
Is unfolding from my mind
I stare around in wonder
Have I left my life behind?
I catch the scent of ambergris
And turn my head, surprised
My gaze is caught and held and I
Am helpless...mesmerized
Panacea, liquid grace
Oh let me touch your fragile face
Enchantment falls around me
And I know I cannot leave
Here's a meaning for my life
A shelter from the storm
Pacify my troubles with
Her body, soft and warm
Naked in our unity
A smile for every tear
Gentle hands that promise me
Comfort through the years
Yet I know I must be gone
Before the light of dawn
Panacea, passion pure
I can't resist your gentle lure
My heart will lie beside you
And my wandering body grieves

=========
AND it's sung by geddy lee.

I don't get it. Are you saying you don't like Rush?

This song makes me laugh in a good way. BareNakedLadies also sings If I Had a Million Dollars, another silly song.
Songs that make me cringe are ones that try to be serious. "Wop bop a loo bop wha lop ban boom" is dumb, but fun. "Pompitous of love" is just dumb.
I doubt BareNakedLadies had serious in mind with this one.

Remember when Rush was first around with these songs and everyone thought they were so deep? Turns out once the lyrics were figured out, they weren't so deep after all.

Yeah, but they still bring back fond memories for me, so.

Lot of the songs people hate on here I like. My musical tastes must suck, but they work for me.

my neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack.

Mine probably suck too. I actually like some of Bryan Adams' quirky love songs.
Listening to Robin Trower right now...lyrics probably make NO sense, but whatever....they never said 'pompitous' at least. :lol:

But not a real green dress, that's cruel!

I love BNL.

MacArthur's Park - Richard Harris
(written by Jimmy Webb)

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh no!!

Thanks, flstf. That may be the winner for worst ever.

That barenaked ladies tune, I will grant, has absolutely wretched lyrics, and that is the point of this thread. In their defense, though, the lyrics in the rap part aren't about making sense; they're about percussion.

Rarely was Rush good for more than a couple of songs an album (rarely - Moving Pictures was pretty solid, and side one of Signals, but usually it was two, maybe three good songs.) Those of us who rather like them would like to ignore that, but it's a fair point that a good bit of their early work is crap (no more so than Tom Petty though, to pick out a contemporary example). With that said, they used to be young, cool, talented, and pedantic. They're not so young or cool anymore, and all the talent in the world isn't going to change either.

Their last real attempt at cool - the rap in Roll the Bones - wasn't bad. Wasn't cool either, but doesn't deserve the scorn that got heaped on it.

Marcy Playground - Sex and Candy
 

I cannot stand this song. I think the reason why is an interview the band did on MTV where they talked about the lyrics like it was the most profound shit ever written by any musician or poet ever.


Hangin’ round downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think
About myself
And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco superfly
I smell sex and
Candy here
Who’s that lounging
In my chair
Who’s that casting
Devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely
Is a dream

Hangin’ ’round downtown by myself
And I had too
Much caffeine
And I was thinkin’
’bout myself
And then there she was
In platform double suede
Yeah there she was
Like disco lemonade
I smell sex and
Candy here
Who’s that lounging
In my chair
Who’s that casting
Devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely
Is a dream
Mama this surely
Is a dream
Yeah mama this must
Be my dream

Speak for yourself. And they were sung by Geddy Lee back then, too.

It's true enough that those lyrics do mean anything out of context, and since I neither know nor care to discover the context, it's pap. That's sort of an outlier on the album, though - most of the rest of the songs are really well written. 'Course that's the only one that got any radio play.

I don't know I remember listening to "2112" in high school while engaging in after school activities and thinking "Wow, that's just cool." Then after I got out of the Navy I found my old 8-track (yeah I said 8-track) and thought "not nearly as cool without the after school activities."

But I still like Rush, they put on a really good show, IMHO.

I'm not much of a BNL fan, but I love If I Had A Million Dollars. I don't hate their music in general, I'm just pretty much meh about most of it. And I don't disagree that the song isn't meant to be serious...but it still drives me crazy and is a surefire signal that it's time to change the radio channel.

I like every song posted so far. I don't tend to care whether lyrics are good or bad, meaningful or not. No matter what I'm listening to, I tend to like songs that are catchy and have a good melody. That said, I'm going to enter the two that I think are most offensive / considered "bad" by most, despite liking them myself:

2Pac - Last Ones Left

Nigga westside
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker

[2pac]
Cant nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin
Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb
They never try me cause right behind me your killer team
I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine
This hennesseyll keep me calm though
Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo
Livin like a don in my own mind
Signal kadafi, nigga watch me with the chrome nine
All the time drinkin champagne
Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang
Niggas playa hate but do a damn thing
Picture me doin eighty down a one way
Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play
So I gotta keep my eyes open
Gettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin
My alibi, Im victory
Like them other vile men Im marked for death
Spendin my nights like its the last one left
Im an outlaw

[chorus]
Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone
Im at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on a sweet swisher Im the last one left
Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave until I see everybodys gone
Im at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on a sweet swisher, guess Im the last one left

[kastro]
I got my back against the wall
Gat chillin by my balls
Prior to war is rider nigga only five six tall
Napoleon only knows on we outlaws fuck fear
Better strap down to the feelins cause we out yeah
Thug passion all up in me
Feelin like I took some henne
It aint easy Im tryin to make a dollar out of two pennies
What we got with these rap niggas
Wanna pull theyre gat niggas
Only got my side cause they think pac die nigga
Last niggas with our tape
Take a shot within our vest
Pac come and catch weight
Nigga we the last ones left

[2pac]
If we woulda known the zone inside my own dome
Fresh outs jail it was hell but Im probably home
Lookin for niggas that was roofin that shit when I was locked back
Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked back
Fuckem all theyre bitches inside a world of weak
Bitch niggas be afraid to speak
We the last ones left

[2pac]
[chorus] (slight change)
Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on a sweet swisher like Im the last one left
Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave till I see everybodys gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on a sweet swisher, last one left
Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave till I see everybodys gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor (yeah)
Puffin on a sweet swisher, Im the last one left

[napoleon]
I eat and sleep the worst shit, turfs and birth
Me and my team super supreme putin in work
Im passed out, drunk as a fuck, till it hurt
And I call earl screamin fuck the world
I got a bitch on the side wanna be my wife
And wify beefin wanna know if she gonna see me tonight
And I know it aint right, but its the life I got
And thats until I see yak
And thats until I see pac
Young know I lost a troll somebody owed me down
And if the world was a girl Id stick my dick in the ground
Fuck the world

[2pac](varied hook)
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Yeah
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Uh
Outlaw in this motherfucker right here
Outlaws in this motherfucker
Uh
In this motherfucker right here
In this motherfucker
Uh
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Uh
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Uh
Outlaw in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Uh
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside

I sing along to this song when it plays, especially the part about the guillotine.

I Like to Fuck, by Hot Rod, ft. Tila Tequila
[Tila]: He touch, Hot rod, tila oh my god.

[Hot Rod]: yeah, lets go.
I like to f**k every day every night
i like to f**k when its wrong when its right
i like to f**k if she black if she white
i like to f**k if its loose if it tight
chaka khan.
I met this girl named Tammie.
i ploughed her in Miami
the way she want it gettin up on in my studio while she landed the grammy
all my girlfriends trip cos i give good dick away and make em wanna say daddy
like f**k ya thats whats up
every ? seconds i gotta bust

[Beau Dozier]: baby dont play it personal
when i go and f**k these hoes
lets talk about the word f**k the for a second
I make love to you
dont get it f**ked up baby your my queen
even though i go put my dick in everything
baby its just coss.

[hot rod]: i like to f**k, bitch, once you go black you aint never going back
hop up in my cadillac
lets go for a ride baby
you aint gotta take your panties of just move em to the side (side, the side)
now im f**king with the lights
pretty bitch lights on
ugly bitch lights off
i got money im a boss
hustlin' like ricky ross
shit, faces down asses up, thats the way i like to f**k
no hands dripping wet, thats the way you like to suck

[Beau Dozier]: baby dont play it personal
when i go and f**k these hoes
lets talk about the word f**k the for a second
I make love to you
dont get it f**ked up baby your my queen
even though i go put my dick in everything
baby its just coss.

[tila]: i like to f**k sexy boys sexy girls
i like to f**k like the pants dirty curls
i like to f**k suck cock untill i hurl
i like to f**k everybody in the world
michael jackson
a shot of tequila gets em real hot
i blow of the door to showride the hot block
squirt like the wipers on my hot car
ama ma se ma ma sa, ma ma coo sa
suckin on my titties so milky
i get dirty with it i so filthy
do it like u wanna make a baby yeah milfy
if it aint yours u can still come and show me righttttt

[Beau Dozier]: baby dont play it personal
when i go and f**k these hoes
lets talk about the word f**k the for a second
I make love to you
dont get it f**ked up baby your my queen
even though i go put my dick in everything
baby its just coss.

[hot rod]: i like to f**k yeah yeah young hot to the ride yeah i like to f**k
tila tequila yeah she likes to f**k
my nigga beau dozier he likes to f**k
whatt they like to f**k yeah lets go

OK I lied, I don't like the second one.. it's pretty fucking stupid. But hey, here's a video to enjoy:



Real gem, ain't it? I think this one wins.

I'll give you that in a context where you're hearing ACDC, Robert Plant, Roger Daltrey, or even the Bee Gees on a semi-regular basis & Yes, ELO and ELP are functioning bands, they might sound different.

I was walking into Hershey park this evening, and a concert was just firing up in the arena. Imagine my surprise and delight when the opening bars of Limelight rang out. I turned to my wife and said, "Holy Shit. Rush! They still sound great." Then the vocals kicked in and I said, "And Geddy still sounds like my Grandmother."

I heard this song today and it reminded me of how much I dislike it:

Now that shes back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

Now that shes back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that theres time to grow, hey, hey

Now that shes back in the atmosphere
Im afraid that she might think of me as plain ol jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know youre wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
Conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way

R.Kelly still takes the cake

You're Grandma rocks!

Rush was on Corbert the other night. Did Tom Sawyer, I thought they sounded good. Plus Geddy was wearing a t-shirt that looks a lot like Black Beards flag. I have a shirt exactly like it. Maybe he and I like the same Key West bar?

How about my little sister's favorite song:

Miley Cyrus: See You Again.

(just the first two lines)

I've got my sights set on you
and I'm ready to aim...


They are the same fucking thing! Jesus. I feel like I'm taking crazy pills here.

Pat Monahan could sing the phone book and I'd still salivate....

Here's the background about the song's origin. Quite touching, really.
(It won Best Rock song at the 2001 Grammys)
http://www.youtube.com/user/UltimateTubeSurfer

well, okay.

I don't care for the song, though.

It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...

It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...

I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we're together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?
Won't you please,
Won't you please?
Please won't you be my neighbor?

http://youtube.com/watch?v=qmNQ5VgFAfc

Devil Went Down To Georgia - Charlie Daniels Band

The devil went down to Georgia
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind
'Cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal

When he came across this young man
Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said boy let me tell you what

I guess you didn't know it
but I'm a fiddle player too
And if you care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you

Now you play a pretty good fiddle,boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold
Against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you

The boy said my name's Johnny
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet
And you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been

Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose the devil gets your soul.
[Instramental]

The devil opened up his case
And he said I'll start this show
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he rosined up his bow

Then he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made an evil hiss
And a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this

[Instrumental]

When the devil finished
Johnny said well you're pretty good old son
But just sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done

Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough
Granny does your dog bite
No child, no

[Instrumental]

The devil bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle
On the ground at Johnny's feet

Johnny said, Devil just come on back
If you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a bitch
I'm the best there's ever been

And he played Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough
Granny will your dog bite
No child, no

Stupid, stupid, stupid! The premise is idiotic and the prize of a gold fiddle? Well, a fiddle made of gold would sound pretty shitty. The whole thing is just stupid.

Hah!! I think the same thing every time this song comes on the radio. That and the devil rocks a hell of a lot better than that Johnny kid.

You leave that long haired country boy alone, you hear? That's a fine little number, and I'll thank you not to forget it. :)

I loved Saddletramp and Fire On The Mountain. There are some great tunes on those albums. But when I heard Devil Went Down on Million Mile Reflections for the first time, I knew Charlie was ready for the county fair circuit.

I was thinking after I posted (distressingly familiar feeling, that), that looking for smart, witty lyrics in country music is probably more trouble than it's worth, although Rockabilly may be a different story (I would direct your attention to Exhibit A: Reverend Horton Heat, and specifically the ditty "Interracial Cowboy Homo Kind of Love").

So what I am saying is that The Devil Went Down to Georgia is not more nonsensical than any other country song, and a lot less than most. I realize that this is like a gold medal in the special olympics, but I think the objections to this tune are less to the lyrics and more to the country aesthetic behnd them.

he told you once, you sons of bitches, he's the best there's ever been!

For some reason anything radio friendly; rap, pop etc makes me cringe. Its like music for idiots. Its not even music!

That song is so bad that it goes full circle to being awesome.

Corpsefucking Art - Demented

Rabbits are raining in by backyard
but I have a femur collection indoors.
Finding femurs ain't easy
'cause rabbits rarely rain.


Some bands have bad enough names and album titles that I don't think I need to post the lyrics:

Carnivorous Vagina - Perverse With The Dead
Fecal Corpse - We Gangbanged Your Mom... AGAIN!
Funeral Rape - A Chainsaw In The Cunt
Your Kid's On Fire - Aught Six - A Necrodyssey
Zombie Death Stench - Here I Die... Zombified

What happens when a grindcore band lets their guitarist write lyrics?

Corpse, Flesh, Genitals by Nasum. Not just the title, it's also the lyrics in their entirety.

Pretty much anything by U2.
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Working Man was pretty good. I was reminded of Kafka because of some similar themes.
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Also, the theme song to Walker, Texas Ranger.

And Amusement Park and Candy Shop by 50 Cent, two completely inter-replaceable, terribly stupid metaphors for sex.

I do have a soft spot for the DK Rap though:

So, by "radio friendly", I assume that you mean sans the vulgarity? Music without vulgarity is not music?

I never thought Steve Miller was THAT bad, but he is responsible for this trashy little snippet:


ugh.

Now, the rest of the words to the song are OK as far as top 40 radio stuff goes, but this little bit is just horrid. Who can remember the rest after this?

Most of Rush's lyrics are written by Neil Peart. And they're not even close to the worst out there.They're a bit dense, and occasionally a bit clumsy. But there's much, much worse. Ho, there are depths deeper than even the most stout-hearted amongst have yet to imagine. They're a bit dense, and occasionally a bit clumsy. But there's much, much worse.

I'm wondering how we managed to get to the third page without a single mention of 'my lovely lady lumps.'

But I've always thought the most elegant bit of lyrical fuckery I ever heard was penned by none other than Sir Paul McCartney:

Lades and gentlemen, this is what happens when John goes away for the weekend. This is why I say John and George were the creative force of the Beatles. This is what happens when Paul is left to his own devices.

I have already mentioned the Geddy Lee angle, but i haven't mentioned the "hey-guys-i-just-read-this-cool-book-by-ayn-rand politics yet. Yeesh! I'd almost rather listen to Yes records.

Mrs. Hat had this recommended her by one of her Spinning friends.
Man alive, that stinks. She tells me it's great because it's a rap/hip hop fusion. Apparently rap is not the worst music ever. It can be debased by the admixture of Country.

/ Going back to Classical now.
// What the Fugue?

Buckcherry - Too Drunk
I didn't think that it could get anyworse than Crazy Bitch, but they've outdone themsleves

I hit the bottle in the morning in the summer time
I quit my job cause it gets in the way
I find a party by the ocean buy the cheapest wine,
tell my friends to come and waiste the day.

I got a dimeback,
cortoroys,
colored sleeves,
and a bindle with some LSD.

Now im just lookin for a girl to meet to help me to forget my name.

I could spend my lifetime gettin high,
never wanna live in suit and tie.

Most of us are just livin a lie,
drunk gettin fucked up every night.

Im gettin drunk all night ooh im gettin drunk all day ooh im gettin drunk all night im sorry but i have to say,
im too drunk to fuck.


Now the party was jumpin and the girls were fine with the lipstick summer glaze.
I got so many women comin after me i put some pussy on layaway.
I was smoked out,
tore up,
drunk as fuck and i wouldn't wanna change a thing.
Young and dumb and full of cum with a sugar loaded candy cane.

I could spend my lifetime gettin high.
never wanna live in suit and tie.

Most of us are just livin a lie,
drunk gettin fucked up every night.

Im gettin drunk all night ohoh im gettin drunk all day ohoh im gettin drunk all night ohoh im gettin drunk all day ohoh im gettin drunk all night ohoh im gettin drunk all day ohohoh im gettin drunk all night,
im sorry but i have to say.
IM TOO DRUNK TO FUCK YOU! aaahh yeah im too drunk to fuck you (guitar plays for a bit).


I can't eat, cant sleep, and im bored as fuck and the girl i want just walked away.
She just found out im too drunk to fuck,
looks like im not gettin laid.

I could spend my lifetime gettin high,
never wanna live in suit and tie.

Most of us are just livin a lie,
drunk gettin fucked up every night.

Im gettin drunk all night ooh im gettin drunk all day ooh im gettin drunk all night ooh im gettin drunk all day ooh im gettin drunk all night ooh im gettin drunk all day ooh im gettin drunk all night.
Im sorry but i have to say,
IM TOO DRUNK TO FUCK YOU! YAAAAA...
IM TOO DRUNK TO FUCK YOU.
IM TOO DRUNK TO FUCK!

This is what we've become
I weep for our musical future

HATE this song. Eveything else by Annie Lennox is pretty good if not downright cool, but every time I hear this, I cringe and say, "Made of WHAT??"
Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas--
Everybody's looking for something.
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused.

(Hold your head up--Keep your head up--MOVIN' ON)
Repeat continuously.

Made of what? Made of Cheese. Specifically, marscapone cheese. That's why they're sweet.

Gawd I love this stuff. Even more now than back in the day. I guess it's relative to the pap on the airwaves these days....

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.

Separate the lyrics from the music....

While "we built this city" is a totally indefensible song, the lyrics aren't any worse than, say, anything by Britney Spears, for instance, and while Ms Spears lyrics will certainly never be recognized for their insightful presentation of the foibles of the human condition ("oops, I did it again," indeed) they still stand head and shoulders and firm, perky bosom above the likes of "Honkey Tonk Badonkadonk", or "Why Don't We Do It in The Road" or Three Lock Box.

Don't confuse the Music with the Lyrics. "Sweet Dreams are Made of This", wretched lyrics, good song. "Gin 'n Juice", Great Lyrics, hardly music at all (until the Gourds gave it the bluegrass treatment.)

And, of course, I am as guilty as anyone else of injecting my personal disdain; in my case for the repetative with specific disgust for Techno.

What we're looking for here are the mangled carcasses of language left when insipid metaphor meets rigid rhyme scheme, not mockery so much of the musical equivalent of William Carlos Williams, however mockworthy it is.

OK, Rant over, I know return you to your regularly scheduled serving of fetid tripe, already in progress. Have fun with it.