Here's to non-sensical comments on a friend's blog! Hear, Hear. (listening to: "Magic Bus," The Who)
What the hell is the "Magic Bus"? I've got some words for you so-called "musical poets." (Dylan, I'm looking at you, too) Listen up, 'cause I'm only going to say this once. Five people in the world besides you and your record producer know what the F&%# you're talking about. "Ride the magic bus"? I read those books in Elementary school. That's the series where the creepy looking teacher in the starry dress leads her stereotyped kids into this freaky-looking bus that is apparently how NASA is making money nowadays. They get shrunk down to microscopic size and end up getting in through the nasal passages of the kid who couldn't go on the field trip, 'cause he's sick with the cold, or herpes, or something.
Why do we need a song about this, Mr. The Who? I already heard about your Generation, the Pinball Wizard, and some dude named "Baba O'Reilly." (who is not, as it turns out, the guy from the O'Reilly factor. Much to my chagrin) And that's not all.. Yeah, Dylan.. you knew I'd get to you eventually.
Who is this Tambourine Man? Does he have any relation to the hobo Mr. Bojangles? All of this overuse of metonymy lets kids listen to your songs, boys. Imagine my suprise when I have to have Michelle Pfeiffer and a bunch of overpriviledged young actors masquerading as hoodlums (if you don't know what movie this is by now, what the hell are you doing on my blog? :^) ) explain it to me. Do you know how insulting this is? I had to pretend that I knew the song was about drugs the whole time!
Oh, and as for you, Peter, Paul and Mary... How dare you. How... DARE you. They even made a cartoon about him! I'll bet you all feel guilty. That's right, put the hookah down and realize that they made Puff the Magic Dragon LUNCHBOXES. Elementary school kids take your thinly veiled Mary Jane reference to school with them everyday. (Imagine what those flower-child teachers in their beads and moo-moos think when they see Johnny LittleKid open that baby up everyday. I'll bet they giggle just a little inside)
In closing, I want you singer/songwriters to leave the allegory to Melville and Conrad. Write what you mean, and for the love of GOD... keep the drug references to a minimum, m'kay? Don't think I don't know what "Harder to Breathe" means Mr. Maroon Five.
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Time out...
A. I don't know that movie.
B. "Harder to Breathe" is a drug song? This is depressing to me, as I normally pick up those references easily. Maybe this one was too damn catchy.
Upon a closer inspection of the lyrics, that song could very likely be about drugs....or women.
same thing really.
yes you do know the movie. i can't think of its name..but the one where michelle pheifer is a teacher and she teaches all these hard to reach inner city kids...she becomes the hero and the school prospers and like 90 percent of the seniors end up getting into colleges. THAT movie. you know what i'm referring to now?
:)
me
Yeah I figured out its Dangerous Minds...Nick had to tell me.
And about John Mayer...take that shit back right now. The man is a genius on the guitar, writes pretty smart lyrics (all on his own, mind you) and has an addicting voice.
Seriously, one more harsh word about Mayer and I swear your mother will cry when she sees what I've done to you.
I will count coup on DER. You see, the lyric following, "You are the sun, I am the moon, You are the lyrics..." is not "Play Me." it is actually, "I am the tune. Play Me."
Beaten at your own game, DER. FOR SHAME!! I think it best if you tuck your tail between your legs and return to your mother, where you shall be immediately dominated. Leave the blogging to the big kids. :)
wow, i would call this conversation "lively" and "spirited." how refreshing--butwait just a minute--
TRM--you are harping on Dave for his (most excellent) song "Crash" because it "has the moral values of Dr. John's porn shop," yet Prince is your favorite artist?
Let me see if I can dig up some Prince lyrics here:
When I call U up, I wanna tell U what 2 wear
Don't be surprised if I tell U 2 go bare
Long as U wash between your soul and through your hair
(I'm gonna do it) I'll do my duty there, oh
CHORUS
(When U) When I lay U down, I wanna tell U what 2 feel
(Don't U) Don't be surprised if I make U my daily meal
Lickin' U inside, outside, all sides up and down
With my tongue in the crease, baby, I go round when I go down, down, down, down...
umm...i'm a grown woman and don't feel old enough to listen to that crap. *shudders* and he's like 4 feet tall! come on now.
you leave Dave and his beautiful voice (and his beautiful love song to his love) alone!
and i, too, join J. with the threats. John is of course, a wannabe Dave, but is fantastic nonetheless.
cheers
dont you need to do a little updating on the 38 bit with the whole what happened today? i think fellow bloggers want to know
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