You get such problems with subduction that way. Lotta sinkholes.
I liked the lyrics to âWe Built This CityââŚ
âI was singing mamboâ
If nothing else, the little ascending guitar figure under this line does make me chuckle every time. Although I enjoyed it more when I thought they were saying âwho rides the wrecking ball into WILD guitarsâ.
I mean, I love Rushâsaw them twiceâbut . . .
Folks have got to make choices-
And choices got to have voices
. . .was not their finest hour. Or even third.
Letâs face it, basically every line in that song is awful. But I still love that song. Nothingâs Gonna Stop Us too, even though thatâs an objectively terrible song by any metric. But it was in Mannequin, so how can I hate it?
Another gem from Men Without Hats:
One two three and four is five,
Everybody here is a friend of mine.
Whatever happened to the Duke of Earl?
Pop Goes The World.Six seven eight and nine is ten,
Send Al Gunn to see the doctor (Ben)
Say what planet are we on? The third!
Pop Goes The World.And Every time I wonder where the world went wrong,
End up lying on my face going ringy dingy ding dong
Iâm going to give this a try
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Doesnât work (assuming it is meant to alter my mood)
And I just discovered that Al Gunn was their bass player. I wonder why they wanted to send him to Ben the doctor?
To ask him what planet theyâre on?
We all deal with it in our own way, Ivan.
[Scooby-Doo villain voice]
And âNothingâs Gonna Stop Us Nowâ wouldâve gotten away with that Best Song Oscar if it wasnât for Dirty Dancing and their meddling âIâve Had the Time of My Lifeâ song!
That it was even nominated sort of proves my point.
Itâs an accounting problem at its heart, and when you come right down to it, you would need to consult not with the people who built this city on rock and roll, but with the comptroller of the city that was built on rock and roll.
I dig the rap in âRaptureâ just for the weirdness of it.
When it comes to Blondie - whom I love - the lyric that always made me shake my head is one from their song âIsland Of Lost Soulsâ (which is a failed attempt to write another âThe Tide Is Highâ - which they didnât write)âŚ
âOh buccaneer
Can ya help me put my truck in gear?
Can ya take me far away from here?
Save my soul from sin?â
I believe the answer is:
âOnly time will tell if we stand the test of timeâ
From âWhy canât we be friendsâ:
âSometimes I donât speak right
But yet I know what Iâm talking aboutâ
It does no good to know what youâre talking about if you donât make yourself understood, and thatâs the reason to âspeak rightâ.
(And besides that, the song is absolutely terrible.)
I give you Luskus Delph from the Procol Harum album Brokrn Barricades. If you want to confirm
the lyrics were what you thought you heard, go ahead. Keith Reid came a long way from writing the words to A Whiter Shade of Pale. Just saying.
A dear friend and I have a twisted fascination with Charlene. The songâs term âsubtle whoringâ is an endless source of amusement. But Charlene really went next level with âUsed To Be,â a very '80s litany of angst so melodramatic that itâs mesmerizing.
And somehow the great Stevie Wonder got roped into duetting with her on it.
âSuperman was killed in Dallas
Thereâs no love left in the palace
Someone took the Beatlesâ lead guitar
Have another Chivas Regal
Youâre twelve years old
And sex is legal
Your parents donât know where or who you areâ
I think I already covered mine in the Worst Song Ever thread.
I am highly allergic to MWH, though. Also Toni Basil and every damn thing ever uttered by Duran Duran.