Schiit Happened: The Story of the World's Most Improbable Start-Up
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sixergixer
Headphoneus Supremus
it's me. Poetry is somehow lost on me -- it's just never really grabbed hold of me. Thus, I'm not really a lyrics kinda guy, either. That's not to say I never pay attention to them or what a song is about, just that that part of a song is very much in service to what is happening musically and the journey a song takes. Probably why I am such ardent listener of instrumental music. 
Point taken, but at least you make the attempt. A lot of people don't even try.
Paladin79
Previously MOT: Cables For Less
My favorite song lyrics are from Taxi by Harry Chapin.
“ Something about her was familiar
I could swear I'd seen her face before
But she said, "I'm sure you're mistaken"
And she didn't say anything more
It took a while, but she looked in the mirror
And she glanced at the license for my name
A smile seemed to come to her slowly
It was a sad smile, just the same
And she said, "How are you, Harry?"
I said, "How are you, Sue?
Through the too many miles and the too little smiles
I still remember you"
We got one, uh-
Ah, now you got it together, finally
It was somewhere in a fairy tale
I used to take her home in my car
We learned about love in the back of the Dodge
The lesson hadn't gone too far
You see she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights
And I took off to find the sky”
Or lyrics by Jim Steinman:
“ Well I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake
And there was not another car in sight
And I never had a girl
Looking any better than you did
And all the kids at school
They were wishing they were me that night
And now our bodies are, oh, so close and tight
It never felt so good, it never felt so right
And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
C'mon, hold on tight
Well, c'mon, hold on tight
Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light”
You should try to listen to a few songs in languages you don't speak and you'll quickly understand how this works for, let's face it, pretty much most of the planet's population. ;p
Orange5o
500+ Head-Fier
Also, plenty of people listen to lyrics and barely pay attention to the musicians (good or bad)
Listening to Taxi right now, I actually neve heard this song before. Good listen, thanks.
JohnnyCanuck
Headphoneus Supremus
One of my favourites as well. I bought the album when it first came out and it's still played frequently.
JC
I normally look up the translations for said lyrics.
Edit: Like when I listen to J-Pop, I listen to the song, and then I look up the Lyrics.
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Paladin79
Previously MOT: Cables For Less
If you do not know his work, look for another Harry Chapin song. 30,000 pounds of bananas.
A huge crowd pleaser when I saw him in concert.“ It was just after dark when the truck started down
The hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas.
He was a young driver,
Just out on his second job.
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
For everyone in that coal-scarred city
Where children play without despair
In backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
Just about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John) .
He passed a sign that he should have seen,
Saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend."
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
Who was waiting at the journey's end.
He started down the two mile drop,
The curving road that wound from the top of the hill.
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
Then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
And the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.”
jonathan c
Headphoneus Supremus
..... with the right gear, you can .....
Ripper2860
Headphoneus Supremus
Thanks for bubbling up Harry Chapin. Love his music and storytelling. It's been too long, but I'm listening to him now.
Lol, just listened to that song, and it reminded me of the drivers I have had to deal with over the years working in warehouses. I pictured the faces of a few of them while listening.If you do not know his work, look for another Harry Chapin song. 30,000 pounds of bananas.
“ It was just after dark when the truck started down
The hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas.
He was a young driver,
Just out on his second job.
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
For everyone in that coal-scarred city
Where children play without despair
In backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
Just about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John) .
He passed a sign that he should have seen,
Saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend."
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
Who was waiting at the journey's end.
He started down the two mile drop,
The curving road that wound from the top of the hill.
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
Then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
And the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.”
,luckily they never did anything as catastrophic as the song lays out.
Paladin79
Previously MOT: Cables For Less
Ok one more, look for Mr.Tanner. Background vocals were done by a baritone with a five octave range, he sang low parts and extremely high parts on those three songs. Big John WallaceLol, just listened to that song, and it reminded me of the drivers I have had to deal with over the years working in warehouses. I pictured the faces of a few of them while listening.
