Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 19:11:02 GMT
Random Irritation No. 1
Meaningless Lyrics
To me, music is made up of two elements, melody and lyrics.
That's not to say I don't like instrumentals or classical music, or indeed some electronic music, but my default preference would be for music and lyrics.
It follows then, that I have a particular fondness for singer-songwriters.
People like Tom McRae, Kate Bush, David Sylvan, etc,etc. Now I don't expect every song to have lyrics which are logical, linear and make complete sense. I understand that a songwriter may be writing about something quite personal, so that you may not understand every reference or descriptive term . . . .
BUT. . .
I come across a new-to-me singer-songwriter, one or two of whose songs are quite beautiful, and who has an amazing, ethereal voice, only to discover when I listen closely to the lyrics that they are complete and utter meaningless twaddle.
Now I don't mean moon-in-june, sixth form, schoolboy lyrics, I mean actual gibberish. Nonsense. Individual lines don't make sense within themselves, never mind in relation to what's gone before or comes after.
Frankly it feels to me like cheating. I feel as if I've been cheated out of half the music. Or could he not be arsed to actually make the effort to write real lyrics? Anyway, pretty disappointed!
Speak until the dust
settles in the same specific place
Light refused to go
Drink it from a cast and iron plate
instead of cold milk
was offered unripe
Instead of silence
considered craven
Nothing made it seem
hidden where the aging soil was pure
Pressed against the crease
Mountains become fragrant at the source
how can you stand this
exotic angle
I read it somewhere
that they would lie still
I remember how cloth hung
flexing with the forest clung
Half waist and high raised arms
kicking at the slightest form
I remember my first love
I remember my first love
Unrelied I was called
missing teeth out of favour
Nickel beach it was all
gathering by the sundial
I woke hard
I woke heavy
for the half way stop
Five whole hours in
when I woke hard
I woke heavy with the live or parts
I remember how cloth hung
flexing with the forest clung
Half waist and high raised arms
kicking at the slightest form
I remember my first love
I remember my first love
I remember my first love