Lyrical creativity
June 24th, 2005One of the reasons I love country music is because I love words and no other style of music uses them better. An example:
“I’m gonna have ta sleep with your sister.
Ever since we broke up, I sure have missed her.
I’m gonna call her for a game of Twister.
I’m gonna have ta sleep with your sister.”
Here’s another example that’s even better:
“I gave her a ring and she gave me the finger.
I told her it was the wrong one,
When she held out the long one.
But she flipped me the bird and flipped off our love.”
Come on now. You have to admit that was written by a wordsmith the likes of which you won’t find in any other kind of music.
I guess that’s why I like country music as much as I do. Where else are you going to get song titles like “She Got The Goldmine (I Got The Shaft)” or “If The Phone Doesn’t Ring, It’s Me”?
I love country. I think it’s in my genes. I happen to love the bagppipes, too. Country was born out of bluegrass Irish wailing about their green isle.
I love the way everything sings in Country. The melody, the harmonies, violin and guitars. Everything sings.
My father was in a rock band in the sixties. Nobody can believe the way he loves country in his old age.This is the man that spoon fed me Steeley Dan like pablum when I was a lass. I still love Steely Dan. I think it’s genetically woven into my happy censors.
“What is it about county?” people ask him.
“It’s where the melodies are in music nowdays.” I think there’s something to that.
I also love the great language and simple stories.
“I’ll never get over those blue eyes.” sung in perfect, seemless, rounded 5 part harmony.
That is one heck of a line. LOVE IT!
In heaven I play iviolin in a bluegrass band and sing like Loretta Lynn.
Hey DC, in the files at fountainheadmetal in the Electro-Hip-Hop-Libertarian-Funk folder, the Tribute.mp3, preview that track if you can from your end, I’ll be posting it on the blog on the Fourth. Just things that have greatly influenced me growing up…
Met a girl, thought she was grand
Fell in love found out first hand
Went well for a week or two
Then it all came unglued
In a trap trip I can’t grip
never thought I’d be the one who’d slip
then I started to realize
I was livin’ one big lie
Chorus:
She f***in’ hates me
Trust
She f***in’ hates me
La la la love
I tried too hard and she tore my feelings
like I had none and ripped them away
She was queen for about an hour
After that, s**t got sour
She took all I ever had
No sign of guilt no feelin bad no
In a trap trip I can’t grip
Neva thought I’d be the one who’d slip
Then I started to realize
I was livin’ one big lie
Chorus
That’s my story, as you see
Learned my lesson and so did she
Now it’s over, and I’m glad
‘Cause I’m a fool for all I’ve said
Now that’s word smithin’. Courtesy of Puddle of Mudd.