10 Worst Song Lyrics of All Time

Unless you’re Leonard Cohen or Gil-Scott Heron, lyrics in popular music are a secondary concern. Normally I’m happy to bop along to the music, and don’t mind if the lyrics aren’t profound. But sometimes the words are too jarring too ignore.
Here’s my list of the ten worst lyrics in rock and pop music, presented in chronological order.
10 Worst Lyrics of All Time
War Pigs – Black Sabbath
The generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Unlike most of the tracks to come on this list, Black Sabbath’s ‘War Pigs’ is a great song. But the opening couplet, rhyming “masses” with “masses”, could have used some more work.
Riders on the Storm – The Doors
There’s a killer on the road
His brain is squirming like a toad
‘Riders On The Storm’ was the last Doors’ single to feature front-man Jim Morrison – it entered the US charts the same week that Morrison died. That doesn’t excuse this lazy rhyme; “that’s surely the worst line in rock’n’roll history. He gave the green light to generations of pseuds.” Craig Finn (The Hold Steady) quoted in The Guardian
A Horse With No Name – America
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
‘A Horse With No Name’ was the first single for folk-rock trio America. The song was intended to literally depict the desert, inspired by artworks and by writer Dewey Bunnell’s travels through the desert as a child. But the vague lyrics were often misconstrued as drug references; Randy Newman dismissed ‘A Horse With No Name’ as sounding like it’s “about a kid who thinks he’s taken acid.” The line “there were plants and birds and rocks and things” is particularly egregious, and later provided an album title for Scott Miller’s The Loud Family.
Sometimes When We Touch – Dan Hill
And sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I want to hold you till I die
Till we both break down and cry
I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides
This entire record by Canadian songwriter Dan Hill is soft-rock hell, but the chorus lyrics are particularly awful. There’s honesty when we touch? There’s too much honesty when we touch?
Why Can’t This Be Love? – Van Halen
Only time will tell if we stand the test of time
Well, obviously….
We Didn’t Start The Fire – Billy Joel
Hypodermics on the shores, China’s under martial law
Rock and roller cola wars, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE
Billy Joel is an expert tune-smith, but has written many awkward lyrics. I could have chosen his labelling of his wife as an “instant pleasuredome” in early album track ‘You’re My Home’ or numerous forced lines in his Vietnam saga ‘Goodnight Saigon’.
From 1989’s Storm Front, ‘We Didn’t Start The Fire’ is a clever concept – starting in Joel’s birth year of 1949, it chronologically lists the major events impacting the US baby boomer generation. But the final line of the final verse is delivered in Joel’s heartiest bellow, and it cheapens Joel’s succinct summation of American history.
Rhythm is a Dancer – SNAP!
I’m serious as cancer when I say rhythm is a dancer!
This unexpectedly dark simile is jarring in an otherwise light-hearted dance number.
Back for Good – Take That
Whatever I said, whatever I did
I didn’t mean it
Before he went solo, Robbie Williams was a member of British vocal pop band Take That. They scored numerous UK number ones, but ‘Back For Good’ was their biggest hit. It reached number one in 31 countries, with lovely harmonies wallpapering over questionable lyrics.
Irish comedian Ed Byrne sums ‘Back For Good’ up perfectly with “It’s the biggest cop-out song ever, and it was voted the greatest love song of the ’90s… What’ll their next single be? ‘Of course I love you, I’m f***ing you aren’t I?'”
My Humps – The Black Eyed Peas
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunkI’ma get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
My hump my hump my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump my lovely little lumps
The addition of vocalist Fergie to L.A. hip-hop group The Black Eyed Peas turbo-charged their sales, but it also stupefied their lyrics. Popular music plumbed new depths of lyrical inanity with their 2005 single ‘My Humps’, with its references to Fergie’s “lovely lady lumps”.
Friday – Rebecca Black
Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today it is Friday, Friday (partyin’)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today
Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes afterwards
Criticising this viral hit is like shooting fish in a barrel. I was surprised to learn that 13 year old Rebecca Black didn’t write the lyrics for ‘Friday’ – the perpetrators were record producers Clarence Jey and Patrice Wilson. The combination of Black’s dazzling smile and the song’s staggering inanity made it into the most viewed Youtube video of 2011.
Did I leave out your favourite bad lyric? Write in and let me know!
First of all, great idea for a post. in the past, I’ve done my favorite lyrics but it never occurred to me to do the worst. Too many. Secondly, impressed you know Gil Scott-Heron, one of the greats in any genre. As to your choices, can’t argue with ’em, at least the ones I know. We have spent a fair amount of time bashing Dan Hill over on ME. That entire song is one big turd. I made such a comment on the YouTube site where it had been posted and some guy accused me of having “no soul.” Perhaps not but I like to think I have a modicum of taste.
That “only time will tell if we stand the test of time” lyric drives me crazy whenever I hear it. “War Pigs” is target-rich with crappy lyrics. “Politicians hide themselves away, They only started the war,” Really? As to Billy Joel, this song notwithstanding I’ve come to appreciate his lyrics more over time. A really lousy lyricist is John Mayall. Anyway, I’ll come up with my own list. Let me think about it.
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Have you heard any other Dan Hill songs – not sure if he’s acting sentimental to impress the ladies or if he just is a wet blanket.
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Dan Hill? Are you kidding? Once I had this piece of schmaltz he could have written ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ and I wouldn’t have listened to it. That said, I don’t believe he’s a wet blanket. I believe he firmly thinks he’s written a beautiful love song. Check out the comments on YouTube sometime. “They don’t make them like this anymore” or “What a beautiful love song,” etc. So, beauty I guess is in the eye of the beholder.
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I do think the soppy vocal, the soppy lyrics, and the soppy music dovetail together very neatly.
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BTW, not all the ladies fall for it. My wife despises it.
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I doubt many under 40 dig it. My wife hates it too.
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Good for her!
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BTW, you’re right. Dan Hill went all the way and schmaltzed up every last part of that song. Bravo! It depresses me that Rod Stewart covered this. How far he’s fallen.
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Forgot one. Jefferson Starship.
Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don’t you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock an’ roll
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When I was a kid, I thought they were singing about the delicious chocolate and marshmallow confectionery Rocky Road. In hindsight the song seems like a key segue-way between Woodstock and Trump for the baby boomer generation.
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Your line would have been better. A disgrace for Grace Slick who I believe ultimately disowned it.
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Ok. I did all the wallowing in this that I could stand:
1. Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
-(Coldplay). I’m sorry, try to fix this person in what way? Who the hell are you, God? Fix yourself, pal
2. Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball
-(Oasis) Pick one, slow or fast, can’t be both
3. Take nothing less than the second best.
(Curtis Mayfield) A song about black empowerment advises you to take second best?
4. I love your pants around your feet… You’re like my favorite damn disease
Nickelback must die
5. When Black Friday comes I’ll be on that hill. You know I will
(Steely Dan). They stretch ‘will’ out to three syllables. How about ‘I think I will.’
6. In the desert you can remember your name, for there ain’t no-one for to give you no pain
Whee!
7. If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now, It’s just a spring queen for the may queen
I’m sorry, what?
8. Don’t put off another day, What you could do today!
(John Mayall) great bluesman, lousy lyricist
9 I don’t think that I can take it ‘Coz it took so long to make it, And I’ll never have that recipe
Again.
(MacArthur Park, Jimmy Webb) .I know what he was referring to. But still.
10. You ask me if I love you, And I choke on my reply, I’d rather hurt you honestly, Than mislead you with a lie
Dan Hill again, the grand winner. Like John Mayer’s “Your Body is a Wonderland,” written for no other reason than to get sentimental googly-eyed girls to sleep with them.
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Very generous of you – maybe you should be saving it for your own blog! Some of these – the Plant and the Webb in particular – I don’t mind – but that Nickelback line is awful. I don’t really know them, so didn’t know about it.
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Well I was responding to your call for least favorite lyrics so there it is. I don’t plan on this particular post idea. Unless I think of some more. I don’t hate the Plant line but it makes no sense.
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There are two basic kinds of bad lyrics right – there’s really inane stuff like Moon and June, and then there are lines that are creative but overreach. Normally I like the second a lot more than the first.
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Sure. I like ones that just work. Some of my least favorite are poetic but surreal.
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Ahem: Spring clean = tidying out the old, making space for the new each year. Meanwhile the May Queen was a maiden chosen by a village to represent the hopes and potential for the coming year. She was a symbol of beauty, spring and new beginnings. She’d ride on the front at parades for May Day – the first day of spring.
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Ha! No shit. I thought it was just Plant in hippie-dippie mode. Now please explain the rest of the song. 🙂
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If you line up the ciders I’ll talk you through it line by line 😀
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Sure. You’ll just be making stuff up. And by the end of the ciders we won’t care. I stay away from ciders. A long time ago I got shitfaced on that stuff in London. I got in a fistfight with one of your countrymen (from Weston-Super-Mare) over nothing and wound up with a fat lip and chipped tooth (which I’ve kept as kind of a souvenir.)
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What the hell cider were you drinking? I’m more of a mellow cider man myself
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They literally called it hard cider. It went down easy but had a kick. On the plus side I learned songs like “My Old Man Said Follow the Van,” and our pal Jeff Beck’s “Tallyman.”
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I need to get you into the good stuff, sir. Looks like there’s an increasing opportunity of celebrations soon – catching up with the events of yesterday afternoon (your time) over coffee and can almost here the ticking clock over that clown and his lawyer
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When I heard that Pelosi (a most formidable woman and my hero) had officially called for an impeachment inquiry, I was over the moon with joy. I am still quite happy watching old dildo-head suffer. However, several days later reality has set in. I know it is absolutely the right thing to do to impeach him. But if you don’t know our system, Part B is the trial which happens in the Senate. The Republican Senate. Where he will likely be judged guilty by all the Democrats. But he will need 20 sycophantic, apologist, Republicans to vote guilty. If they do not, he stays in office and could use this as a cudgel against the Dems. This is what happened in the Bill Clinton situation. This is why we are cautiously optimistic and so, our only enjoyment is waiting for Her Majesty the Queen to slap the beejezus out of Boris for lying to her
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aaaaaand now your Justice Department confirms he tried to pressure Australia for his own gains…. there’s some momentum here at last and I see a few Republicans are getting shaky too. Is this the end??
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I think so, yeah. I wonder if we should move this conversation elsewhere to give poor Aphoristical a break.
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I like the comment count going up – makes my blog look super popular!
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We’ll just click on ‘like’ a bunch of times.
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It toggles.
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Tough break.
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BTW, we drank massive quantities back then. I was 21. I still drink but I have long since learned my lessons. It turns out that if you get really drunk you are NOT more attractive to the ladies and they do NOT like you pawing at them.
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My top 3, worst lyrics of all time, (each inclusive of the entire song, not just a line or couplet or particular rhyme.)
3. Shooting Star by Bad Company – Impossible to fathom how the great many people involved in the soup to nuts process of producing major label records can let such sub-adolescent tripe make it all the way to the record store. Precludes me from having any respect for Paul Rogers no matter what else he may have done in his career, (but honestly, ALL his lyrics are embarrassing.)
2. Eve of Destruction by Barry McGuire – The worst thing about Bob Dylan was his influence on crappy songwriters and record label execs that don’t know the difference. This calculus still applies today. But in the hippy dippy heyday it was out of control, and Eve, while the epitome of the sin, represents all such high crimes against Dylan’s influence.
1. I Am I Said by Neil Diamond – This award could be bestowed on so many of his biggest hits really. But I Am I Said is such an egregious crystallization of Diamond’s cloying self importance expressed in idiotic-bad-poetry form, that its impossible for me to avoid listening to it over & over just to marvel at it’s awfulness. Thus making me the fool.
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I probably should have included the couplet from ‘I Am I Said’ – “No one heard at all/not even the chair.” I do like the first verse of that song, about being pulled between LA and New York.
I’ve actually seen Barry McGuire live.
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One of the worst to my mind is “She’ll eat your heart out, just like Jeffrey Dahmer” from Katy Perry’s “Dark Horse”
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I don’t know that, but it sounds bad…
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Wow, the worst lyrics – what a cheerful topic for a post!😀
I think the reality is most of the words in rock and pop aren’t exactly Shakespeare! So I don’t know about writing about it…it’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap…wait, that’s Bruce who turned 70 today and is on my mind – to be clear, I love that song and don’t mind the lyrics!😀
I have to admit in most cases, I don’t really pay attention to the lyrics, unless it’s singer-songwriter sit-down-and-listen type of music.
But since we are on the topic, let me suggest one of the most nonsensical German lyrics. It’s a song by a former German band called Trio with the deep title Da Da Da. There’s also an English version, which I believe became popular in various other countries.
Ich lieb Dich nicht, Du liebst mich nicht, aha
Ich lieb Dich nicht, Du liebst mich nicht
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
Translation: I don’t love you, you don’t love me, aha – ouch!
Now I’m doing something that amounts to treason:
You say “yes,” I say “no”
You say “stop,” but I say “go, go, go”
Oh no…
Indeed, oh no. The harmony vocals in this tune aren’t bad, but the words are really silly. And I’m obviously saying this as a huge Beatles fan!
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Police song:
De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
Their innocence will pull me through
De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
They’re meaningless and all that’s true
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Sting has a bunch of bad lyrics. Like when he rhymes cough with Nabokov and when he rhymes America with hysteria.
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I give him some credit for literary references although he sometimes wears it on his sleeve. Scylla and Charybdis, e.g.
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I actually really like ‘Hello Goodbye’ – McCartney has far worse lyrics out there, and there’s a great bassline.
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Agree, it’s not a bad song musically speaking. And, yes, I dig McCartney’s melodic bass playing. I just feel the lyrics aren’t particularly compelling.
But as I said before, I think the same can be said for the vast majority of other pop and rock lyrics!😀
Out of curiosity, had you ever heard of Trio and Da Da Da? Apparently, it was a hit in like 30 countries – certainly not the proudest moment of German exports!😆
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Nope, I don’t know it from the words!
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I love The Doors and, especially, Sabbath, but yes, those lyrics are bad.
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More fun if I don’t just pick on bottom feeders like Black Eyed Peas.
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Absolutely! They are too easy to pick on.
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Some songs can mask bad lyrics with the melody but…
As much as I admire Paul McCartney…My Love
It’s in the hands of my love
And my love does it good
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
My love does it good
Styx
Mr. Roboto…the entire song
Come Sail Away
I thought that they were Angels, but to my surprise
We climbed aboard their starship, we headed for the skies
Great post idea
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McCartney is 90% about the music – the lyrics often seem like an afterthought. It’s often a positive trait, but leads to some tossed off lyrics, especially when he didn’t have Lennon to rein him in.
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He can be clever though when we wants to be…as in Hey Jude and Fool on the Hill.
He is more about the melody.
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Paul McCartney has a veritable wealth (almost as large as his true net worth!) of horrific lyricism when it comes to his solo career/Wings. Some of my favourite examples, of which there are many:
– The endless repetition of: “Someone’s knockin’ at the door
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell
Someone’s knockin’ at the door
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell
Do me a favor
Open the door and let ’em in…”, and, “Sister Suzie, brother John
Martin Luther, Phil and Don
Uncle Ernie, auntie Gin
Open the door and let ’em in, yeah,” in ‘Let ‘Em In’…
– The entirety of the song ‘Bip Bop’, featuring gems such as, “Bip bop, bip bip bop / Bip bop, bip bip band,” and, “Take me hair and curlers / But treat me like a man.” (Huh?)
– From ‘Temporary Secretary’: “She can be a belly dancer
I don’t need a need romancer
She can be a diplomat
But I don’t need a girl like that
She can be a neurosurgeon
If she’s doin’ nothing’ urgent
What I need’s a temporary, temporary secretary”
– From ‘Driving Rain’: “1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
Let’s go for a drive
6, 7, 8, 9, 10,
Let’s go there and back again”
– And I think his recent attempt at evasion of a ‘Parental Advisory’ sticker, last year, takes the gold medal: “I just wanna fuh you, I just wanna fuh you!”
Brought to you by the man who once wrote ‘Let It Be’, ‘Here, There, and Everywhere’, and ‘For No One’!
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I forgot this one, from ‘Waterfalls’! “Don’t go chasing polar bears
In the great unknown
Some big friendly polar bear
Might want to take you home”
(What if I want to be taken home by a grizzly bear?!)
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Don’t go, Jason Waterfalls!
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I think Lennon kept him respectable, right? I remember reading that Lennon made him change a lyric in Í Saw Her Standing There’ from “she was no beauty queen” to “You know what I mean”.
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Apologies for my very, very late reply! I completely agree — they struck a perfect balance between each other, and whilst they both most deserving of solo success, they were most certainly better as a team! (I love that anecdote you mention, as well!)
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I think lyrics are easier to object to than music. Maybe something to do with the fact that words require a semblance of English standards, while sound quality is more subjective? I don’t know. Most of the examples above (incl. in the comments) I agree with. Jim the ME and I have already ripped apart Dan Hill. I love “War Pigs” and “Riders on the Storm,” but agree with you on the words.
I’ve noticed that food references in song bother me a lot. Burt Bacharach’s arrangement for “One Less Bell to Answer” is sublime, but Hal David’s lyric really wounds that song. “…One less egg to fry.” I always envision a plate of scrambled eggs, and the song goes downhill from there. Another one is Jimmy Webb’s “MacArthur Park”, with his cake in the rain, and searching for his damn recipe. Even the music bothers me on that song. But a great songwriter nonetheless (“Wichita Lineman” is one of my faves).
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It’s easier to pick on lyrics for sure. Simple song structures can work fine with an interesting arrangement, but banal lyrics are out there in the open for everyone to see.
Can you think of any songs with good food references?
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Sure. Bryan MacLean of Love has two gems. “Softly to Me” with “Orange, sugar, chocolate, hot cinnamon and lovely things and you.” And his “Orange Skies,” one of my favorite songs of all time, mentions “Carnivals and cotton candy.” But these songs are intentionally innocent, they have a precocious romanticism, and the music is similarly “sweet,” so the sugary food references work (in my opinion).
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I have Da Capo but haven’t spent much time with it – I’ll listen out for that one.
From the same era, Syd Barrett in early Pink Floyd has ‘Apples and Oranges’ and ‘Candy and a Currant Bun’.
I also enjoy Paul Kelly’s ‘How To Make Gravy’, which literally includes a recipe for gravy.
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Neat idea – no complete duds are jumping to mind for me. I suppose anything that would disrupt the flow of the song would be an issue in my book.
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I’m the hip hop apotamus
My lyrics are bottomless
(Stops)
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Haha – now those lyrics I recognize!
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You’re saying you never touched someone honestly?
This made me laugh a lot. There’s just so much crap out there….
I think ‘serious as a heart attack’ is just as bad. I think the one I take issue with is Bed of Roses. It’s not so much the god awful cliches of it but the whole ‘my love is true’ ‘you’re all that I need’ bollocks AFTER ‘some blonde… I think that she’s still in my bed’.
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What’s serious as a heart attack from?
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Midnight in Chelsea
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“And you light up my life
You give me hope to carry on
You light up my days and fill my night with song”
I dreamt these lyrics last night, whattaya think?
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Very inspirational!
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I thought so. But after I was awake for a while I remembered seeing Flo and Eddie duet on it. I thought I had an original.
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Good collection of some pretty bad lyrics! I remember when I purchased Paranoia — it was the first Black Sabbath album I bought — I hadn’t heard a note previously, and put on the first side with headphones and that first couplet with the same word for the rhyme certainly made an impression — I had never heard this in a rock song that I could remember — I didn’t think it was a bad thing — I was more focused on the music — but thought, yes, perhaps they could have had a better start to the song, lyrically.
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It does kind of work for the song- it’s bad but in an arresting kind of way.
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Reblogged this on PopRockZ and commented:
very fun to look at including the comments
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Thanks for the reblog!
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Ugh. I’ve noticed that the worse the lyrics the more popular the song. For me, the worst song EVER recorded is that Natalie Imbruglia nonsense, “Torn.”
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well, you couldn’t be that man I adored
You don’t seem to know, or seem to care what your heart is for
But I don’t know him anymore
There’s nothin’ where he used to lie
The conversation has run dry
That’s what’s goin’ on
Nothing’s fine, I’m torn
I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I’m wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late
I’m already torn
This song is otherwise entitled, “Hey mom, look at me. I’ve got a rhyming dictionary!” And the damn radio stations played it CONSTANTLY. Couple the stupid lyrics with Imbruglia’s inability to carry a tune, and you’ve got a #1 top 40 hit on your hands.
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