Song lyrics getting simpler, more repetitive, angry and self-obsessed – study
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Song lyrics getting simpler, more repetitive, angry and self-obsessed – study
Two pints of lager and a packet of crisps, please
Two pints of lager and a packet of crisps, please
Listen, I'm getting impatient, John!
bungeejumper wrote:Only the sixties?
Mairzy doats and dozy doats, 1943.
BJ
DrFfybes wrote:Eh, I always thought that was
"Mares eat oars and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy".
That's what my mum sang to me anyway, so just a mumbled iteration of a biological generalisation.
Mike4 wrote:Nick Cave's "Into My Arms" starts with "I don't believe in an interventionist God. But I know, darling, that you do".
One of the more thoughtful 'pop' song lyrics out there, so perhaps its not all banality...
UncleEbenezer wrote:Didn't they reach a peak of inanity back in the fabled 1960s? She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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ukmtk wrote:It wasn't just you it really is the lyrics.Song lyrics getting simpler, more repetitive, angry and self-obsessed – study
https://www.theguardian.com/music/2024/mar/29/song-lyrics-getting-simpler-more-repetitive-angry-and-self-obsessed-study
'F I send for my baby, and she don't come
'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do
And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do
Take my .32-20, now, and cut her half in two
She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
I got a .32-20, got to make the caps alright
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun
I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun
You made me love you, now your man have come
Took my gun and broke the barrel down
Took my gun, broke the barrel down
Put my baby six feet under the ground
I cut that joker, so long deep and wide
Cut that joker, so long deep and wide
You got the blues and still ain't satisfied
bungeejumper wrote:DrFfybes wrote:Eh, I always thought that was
"Mares eat oars and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy".
That's what my mum sang to me anyway, so just a mumbled iteration of a biological generalisation.
Correct in every way, except for the bit about eating oars.
BJ
kiloran wrote:Angry and violent (and mysoginistic) lyrics have been common in the Blues for 100 years or more.
Lord grant that Marshal Wade,
May by thy mighty aid,
Victory bring.
May he sedition hush,
And like a torrent rush,
Rebellious Scots to crush,
God Save the King.
Mike4 wrote:This was the first song with lyrics that found highly distasteful.
UncleEbenezer wrote:It was several centuries too late to be the first song with highly distasteful lyrics.
bungeejumper wrote:UncleEbenezer wrote:It was several centuries too late to be the first song with highly distasteful lyrics.
That would be putting it mildly. I'm quite sure that the Crusaders sang some pretty ripe songs about exactly what they were going to do to the Saracens if God played along and did his bit.
BJ
And that the Romans did similarly with the Gauls and the Huns.
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