Posts Tagged ‘lyrics’

Hostility Don’t Turn Me On

July 8, 2015

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Some folks like to
Sass and fuss
Then hop in bed
And both go nuts

Some folks wasting
All their days
Seeking targets
For their rage

This lovely life
Is much too brief
For instigating
Mindless grief

A love that starts
In acrimony
Is sure to end
In alimony

Hostility don’t turn me on
Fight and holler
I’ll be gone
If you wanna clash and feud
Find yourself another dude

by Richard W. Bray

A Journey Across Syllables

July 5, 2015
I Rode My Ten Speed to Pomona to Buy this Single

I Rode My Ten Speed to Pomona to Buy this Single

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio,
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you.

When songwriter Paul Simon wrote the above lines in his song “Mrs. Robinson” he was grasping after the illusion that the 1950s had been a simpler time than the turbulent 1960s. (But there are no simple times.)

Mickey Mantle and Joe DiMaggio were Yankee teammates and unfriendly rivals. Years after writing Mrs Robinson, Paul Simon met Mickle Mantle. Simon gushed on and on about how Mantle had been his boyhood hero. When Mantle asked Simon why he had chosen to glorify DiMaggio rather than Mantle, Simon replied

“It was syllables, Mickey, the syllables were all wrong.”

A song, like any other type of poem, is a journey across syllables, and syllables are made of sounds. Linguists call these sounds phonemes. Linguists are people who study words. In England linguists are called philologists, which is a wonderful-sounding word. My favorite philologist is Henry Higgins from “My Fair Lady.” (Yes, I know he’s not a real person. So what?)

Linguists name and catalogue the sounds that make up languages. (That’s a lot of work.) They give these sounds really cool-sounding names like “fricatives” and “diphthongs.” Years ago I had to memorize the names of all the English language phonemes and a whole bunch of other stuff for a midterm in my Structure of Language class with Dr. Hilles. It was a tough test. (I got a 96%, thank you very much. But the student who spent her lectures reading fashion magazines got an 18%.)

Anyhow, those hardworking linguists tell us that the total number of phonemes employed in earthling human languages ranges from 11 to 112. The English language provides us with about forty-four phonemes to work with. That’s plenty of sounds for your gifted lyricist.

When Barry Manilow was recording the song that would make him famous, he had a phoneme problem. See if you can spot it.

Well you came and you gave without taking
But I sent you away, oh Brandy
Well you kissed me and stopped me from shaking
And I need you today, oh Brandy

The “b’” sound at the beginning of the word “Brandy” is called a voiced bilabial stop: voiced because it involves the vocal cords; bilabial because it utilizes both lips; and stop because it provides a halt between sounds. (Compare the voiced bilabial stop of the “b” sound with the voiceless bilabial stop of the “p” sound.)

The “br” sound at the beginning of the name “Brandy” was a jarring jolt which interrupted the flow of sounds. When Manilow switched out the name Brandy with the name Mandy, the sounds smoothly melted together, and the rest, as they say, is history. (The “m” sound is called a bilabial nasal)

Now consider the following stanza from Bob Dylan’s song “Shelter from the Storm.

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation and she gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence I got repaid with scorn
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm

I lied. We’re not going to consider the whole stanza, with all its wit, humor, irony, imagery, and biblical references. We are only going to talk about the first half of the first line.

Say “in a little hilltop village” to yourself aloud. Now say it again, this time thinking about what your tongue, lips, and teeth are doing. Notice how all the action is happening at the front of your mouth.

And as for those poor benighted souls who don’t think song lyrics are poetry. Well, read the first comment on this blog post. It’s by somebody named Richard W. Bray.

by Richard W. Bray

Politicians Begging Scraps off a Rich Man’s Table

June 6, 2015

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I’ll sing you a story
That ain’t no fable
Politicians begging scraps
Off a rich man’s table

They sing for their supper
They dance for dessert
American people
Get left in the dirt

Stealing from the poor
And giving to the rich
Leaving everyone else
Stuck in a ditch

So easy to buy
A congressional flunky
Like an organ grinder
With a cute little monkey

by Richard W. Bray

What the Fizzle Dizzle

June 2, 2015

What the fizzle dizzle
Did I ever do
To deserve the aggravation
That I get from you?

Always stopping by
When we’re cooking food
Before we clear the table
You’re the disappearing dude

Ain’t got nothing nice to say
About anything I do
Nothing ever satisfies
A malcontent like you

You invite yourself along
On a Saturday night
Bringing trouble to the table
You start a bunch of fights

You’re a walking heap of hardship
A dispatcher of dread
What the fizzle dizzle
Goes on inside your head

by Richard W. Bray

I guess I must be a thing

May 24, 2015

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People holler when I dance
Women faint when I sing
I guess I must be a thing

I tried to run for mayor
I got elected King
I guess I must be a thing

Ladies send me flowers
And cover me with bling
I guess I must be a thing

The world is a yoyo
At the end of my string
I guess I must be a thing

People say my presence
Is like eternal spring
I guess I must be a thing

As soon as I enter
The party starts to swing
I guess I must be a thing

Two billion followers
Underneath my wing
I guess I must be a thing

by Richard W. Bray

Whole Lotta Hungry

May 21, 2015

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Fry me some baloney
Pile my plate with peas
Make me macaroni
With some gooey gooey cheese

Whip me up an omelet
Broil me some chops
Rustle up some grits
I’m gonna eat until I pop

I worked all day long
And I didn’t get a break
Got a whole lotta hungry
Keeping me awake

Mash me some taters
Bake me up some beans
I could eat a gator
And a mess of collard greens

Sauté me some catfish
Steep me up some stew
I’ll devour every dish
From here to Timbuktu

I worked all day long
And I didn’t get a break
Got a whole lotta hungry
Keeping me awake

by Richard W. Bray

Don’t Beat Yourself Up

April 18, 2015

Life’ll wallop your desire
Life’ll sock you in the eye
Life’ll set your guts on fire
Life’ll make you wanna cry

Don’t beat yourself up
Don’t put yourself down
Just keep your head up
And try and stay above ground

Life’ll pulverize your wishin
Life’ll shatter your heart
Life’ll tackle your ambition
Life’ll tear your world apart

Don’t beat yourself up
Don’t put yourself down
Just keep your head up
And try and stay above ground

Life’ll crumble your dreams
Life’ll brutalize your soul
Life’ll make you wanna scream
Life’ll detonate your goals

Don’t beat yourself up
Don’t put yourself down
Just keep your head up
And try and stay above ground

by Richard W. Bray

Don’t Wanna Tell Nobody What to Do

April 4, 2015


Figuring out just who
I wanna be
Is a burden
On my sensibility

I try to take
Responsibility
For how my deeds
Affect society

But every move
A person ever makes
Ripples like a stone
Dropped in a lake

So please don’t ask me
What you oughta do
It’s exhausting and it’s
Time-consuming too

Don’t wanna tell nobody
What to do
I’ll just be me and
You can just be you

by Richard W. Bray

Figure it out

March 31, 2015

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You’re a real sweet guy
You treat a lady right
So let’s get together
And warm up the night
I’m ready to romp
I’m ready to rumble
I’m ready to hit
The hay for a tumble

I can’t say
If we’re gonna work out
So let’s have some fun
While we figure it out

We can give it a go
And keep sweet company
Before we start sharing
Our whole history
Are you ready for me?
Cuz I’m ready for you
But I ain’t in the mood
For an interview

I can’t say
If we’re gonna work out
So let’s have some fun
While we figure it out

I Wanna Study French and Sanskrit

March 10, 2015

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I wanna study French and Sanskrit
I wanna spend a week at the Louvre
I wanna read some Russian novels
I wanna spend some time with you

I wanna hike Kilimanjaro
I wanna see Timbuktu
I wanna have a summer safari
I wanna spend some time with you

I wanna end global warming
I wanna end injustice, too
I wanna buy the world a soda
I wanna spend some time with you

I wanna write a Hollywood movie
I wanna play for the Lakers, too
I wanna have a billion dollars
I wanna spend some time with you

There are a whole lotta things
That I’m never gonna do
But I’m gonna spend
Some time with you

by Richard W. Bray