April 06, 2006

Love. Music. Play, Play, Play, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I used to love music, back when it had melody and chords and lyrics. But now it has no melody and no chords, just thwack-thwacking, and they even seem to be cutting back on the thwack-thwacking, so now itís sometimes just thwa, and, as far as lyrics, do you consider these lyrics?

Hump my hump,
My stumpy lumpy hump!
Hump my dump, you lumpy slumpy dump!
Iíll dump your hump, and then just hump your dump,
You lumpy frumply clump.

Iím sorry. To me? Those are not lyrics. In my day, lyrics were used to express real emotion, like the emotion of being totally stoned and trying to talk this totally stoned chick into sleeping with you in the name of love, which lasted forever, if only you held on to your dreams.

-- George Saunders in The New Yorker, via Bookslut

Posted by Dr. Frank at April 6, 2006 04:37 PM | TrackBack

God Bless George Saunders and damned be the Blackeyed Peas!!!

Posted by: Zaphod at April 6, 2006 05:29 PM

Completely off the subject, it just occured to me that this year marks 20 years of Mr. T Experience... I have no clue if there are plans for an anniversary celebration... perhaps a tour? *hint* *hint* I know the east coast would love to help celebrate.

Posted by: Chach at April 6, 2006 07:57 PM

I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiight.

Posted by: David Cummings at April 6, 2006 08:13 PM

I think "My Humps" has a wonderful retardedness to it. And I don't mean that in the colloquial way that most people use the word retarded; I mean the girl sing really reminds me of the mentally handicapped girls who used to go to my jr high school dances. When she talks about her "lovely lady lumps" and rhymes "sexy" with "sex me" it's just delightful.

Posted by: josh at April 6, 2006 08:45 PM

The worst part about those type of "lyrics" is that often several people are credited for them. How could it possibly take more than one person to come up with that?

Posted by: Manda at April 7, 2006 03:23 AM

Who put the bomp?

Posted by: Gary Farber at April 7, 2006 11:38 PM

what about fucking "louie louie"? that was just slurred nonsense and yet it is the essence of rebellious rock. take that idea away and we are stuck in a world of flaming lips. the horror.

Posted by: captain pie at April 8, 2006 05:52 AM

The flaming lips are cool

Posted by: David Cummings at April 8, 2006 04:20 PM