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Post by Kensterberg on Jun 27, 2006 15:42:01 GMT -5
I hate to dignify this with a response, but I just have to ...
PEW/Bozo/whatever ... No, there are times when there are right and wrong answers about what a song "means." Come Together is NOT about Joe Namath, and Solsbury Hill is NOT about finding Jesus. That's not what the authors said, it's not what the critics have said, it's not what anyone with half a brain and any understanding about the people and circumstances involved in the creation of those songs says they're about. In those cases, your "interpretations" are, quite simple, wrong.
There are songs out there that are subject to all kinds of different valid interpretations, but there are some tunes that just aren't. You picked two of 'em here, and you're failure to understand that again indicates that you just don't have anything beyond a superficial understanding of how art reflects human experience.
If you're wanting to provoke interesting discussions, then why not try asking more open ended questions, and phrasing your queries in a fashion which is frankly less likely to piss people off. All you're managing to do is make people pissed at you, is that really what you want? The people here enjoy spirited and interesting discussions about music and pop culture, but you've done everything you can to set yourself up as the recipient of an "us" against "him" mentality, which hardly fosters productive debate and discussion.
Seriously, Paul, I mean this from the bottom of my heart: Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Talk less, listen more, actually ENGAGE people in conversation rather than confrontation. Acknowledge that you don't have all the answers -- a truly wise man knows that he doesn't know much at all. Stop being a dick. Grow up. Converse instead of confront, and maybe you'll be able to undo the immense damage that you've done to your reputation here.
And that is all I've got to say 'bout that.
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Post by Thorngrub on Jun 27, 2006 15:48:02 GMT -5
And here I thought "come together" was about a victory circle-jerk over Joe Namath when the Jets took Superbowl III.  |
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Post by Galactus on Jun 27, 2006 16:52:11 GMT -5
Jerry Was A Racecar Driver is about a racecar driver named Jerry.
Fat Bottom Girl is about girls with big asses riding bikes.
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Post by pauledwardwagemann on Jun 27, 2006 16:56:26 GMT -5
Once music goes from the universal soul to an artist's expression in the form of a song then that music belongs to whomever hears that song. It is a gift. And anyone who hears that music can give it any meaning they want. That is what this thread is about.
Let me give you an example. When I was just a toddler instead of having imaginary friends or playing 'pretend' my mom would put on Beatle records and I would listen to them as I drew pictures of sunny days and diamonds in the sky. These pictures created a sort of alternative universe that only existed in my imagination (a universe that was largely influenced by the Beatles). As I got older whenever I listened to the Beatles or watched Beatle movies or read articles about the Beatles, this imaginary land would be tapped once again in my imagination. Its a land that has street names like Penny Lane or Blue Jay Way, and is occupied by people like Mr. Kite and Lovely Rita... As I got older still, I realized that there are several legends surrounding the Beatles that suggest that other people have their own Beatle alternative universe as well. The book Paperback Writer ifor instance, or the movies Yellow Submarine and Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club band(staring peter frampton and the bee gees). And ofcourse The Rutles. Then there are Charles Mansion's 'Helter Skelter' theories and the conspiracy theories that the CIA killed John Lennon and that Paul McCartney died in an auto crash in 1966...or my bizzare interpretation of "Come Together"
My point is that creativity and the imagination is not limited to the artists true intentions--and neither is this thread. So turn off your mind, relax and float down stream...
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Post by kool on Jun 27, 2006 17:01:19 GMT -5
Once music goes from the universal soul to an artist's expression in the form of a song then that music belongs to whomever hears that song. It is a gift. And anyone who hears that music can give it any meaning they want. That is what this thread is about. The best art often reveals more about the recipient than the creator. Dude, that was beautiful. Nietzsche, step aside. Pewy's in da house! |
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Post by Galactus on Jun 27, 2006 17:01:21 GMT -5
Calfornia Girls is about how they've been all kinds of places and seen all kinds of girls but they couldn't wait to get back to the states, back to the cutest girls in the world, girls from California...it's all there if you're paying attention.
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Post by Ayinger on Jun 27, 2006 22:04:29 GMT -5
Could someone then help me with this??? :
B.B. Bumble and the Stingers
Mott the Hoople, Ray Charles Singers
Lonnie Mack and Twangin' Eddy
Here's my ring we're going steady
Take it easy, take me higher
Liar, liar house on fire
Locomotion, Poco passion
Deeper purple, Satisfaction
Baby, baby, gotta, gotta
Gimmee, gimmee, gettin' hotter
Sammy's cookin', Leslie's Gorey
Richie Valens end of story
Maha Vishnu, Fujiama
Kama Sutra, Rama Lama
Richard Perry, Spector Barry
Righteous, Archies, Nilsson Harry
Shimmy, Shimmy, Koko Boppin'
Fats is back and finger poppin'
FM, AM hits are clickin'
While the clock is tocking, ticking
Friends and Romans, salutations
Brenda and the Tabulations
Carly Simon, I behold her
Rolling Stones center folder
Johnny Cash and Johnny Rivers
Can't stop now I've got the shivers
Mungo Jerry, Peter Peter, Paul Paul and Mary Mary
Dr. John, the nightly tripper
Doris Day and Jack the Ripper
Got to go sir, got to swelter
Leon Russell, Gimme Shelter
Miracles in Smokey places
Slide guitarists and Fender basses
Mushroom omelet, Bonnie Bramlett
Wilson Pickett, stomp and kick it
Arthur Janoff, Primal screamin'
Hawkins J. and Dale and Ronnie
Kukla Fran and Norman Okla
Denver John and Osmond Donny
J.J. Cale and ZZ Top
And L.L. Bean and Dee Dee Dinah
David Bowie, Steely Dan
And sing me proud oh C.C. Rider
Edgar Winters, Joanie Summers
Ides of March and Johnny Thunder
Eric Clapton, pedal wah-wah
Stephen Foster, ooo-dah, ooo-dah
Good Vibrations, Help Me Rhonda
Surfer Girl and Little Honda
Tighter, Tighter, Honey, Honey
Sugar, Sugar, Yummy, Yummy
C.B.S. and Warner Brothers
R.C.A. and all the others
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder
So my DJ told me
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
At the end of my rainbow
Lies a golden oldie
(Listen...they're playing our song)
Rock it, sock it, Alan Freed me
Murray Kaufman tried to lead me
Fish are swimmin', Boston Monkey
Make it bad and play it funky............
tomorrow we tackle "We Didn't Start The Fire".....Ken, I ESPECIALLY will want your input on that one!
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Post by pauledwardwagemann on Jun 27, 2006 22:14:48 GMT -5
How about this one, lou Reed's "Satellite of Love"?
Anyone wanna give it a shot?
Satellite's gone up to the skies
Thing like that drive me out of my mind
I watched it for a little while
I like to watch things on TV
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of ...
Satellite's gone way up to Mars
Soon it will be filled with parking cars
I watch it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV
Satellite of love ...
I've been told that you've been bold
With Harry, Mark and John
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, to Thursday
With Harry, Mark and John
Satellite's gone up to the skies
Thing like that drive me out of my mind
I watched it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV
Satellite of love ...
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Post by Galactus on Jun 27, 2006 22:15:21 GMT -5
Hey, now that's clearly about Joe Namath...or Jesus...
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Post by rockysigman on Jun 27, 2006 22:17:48 GMT -5
How about this one, lou Reed's "Satellite of Love"? Anyone wanna give it a shot? Yeah, I got this one. In 1969, Lou Reed and Sterling Morrison were in the back of a cab talking about a song that they wanted to write about the moon landing. The country was very excited about space exploration, and Lou Reed was no exception, and he wanted to express this excitement by writing a song about it. According to Sterling Morrison, when Lou struggled to come up with a good angle for his space song, he decided, "Hey, love songs always work", and turned it into a love song. How'd I do? |
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Post by Galactus on Jun 27, 2006 22:23:54 GMT -5
Well, that and Jesus.
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Post by rockysigman on Jun 27, 2006 22:27:17 GMT -5
Speaking of which, who wants to have a go at this other cryptic Lou Reed lyric: Jesus, help me find my proper place
Jesus, help me find my proper place
Help me in my weakness
'Cause I'm falling out of grace
Jesus
Jesus |
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Post by Adam on Jun 27, 2006 22:52:40 GMT -5
Wow, that's pretty deep man. So if my parents take my shit it's like them taking my happiness away, but it wasn't really them it was really me who took my shit? Awesome. LMFAO |
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Post by Fuzznuts on Jun 28, 2006 6:38:30 GMT -5
Speaking of which, who wants to have a go at this other cryptic Lou Reed lyric: Jesus, help me find my proper place
Jesus, help me find my proper place
Help me in my weakness
'Cause I'm falling out of grace
Jesus
Jesus It's about drugs. |
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Post by Fuzznuts on Jun 28, 2006 6:40:24 GMT -5
Once music goes from the universal soul to an artist's expression in the form of a song then that music belongs to whomever hears that song. It is a gift. And anyone who hears that music can give it any meaning they want. That is what this thread is about. Let me give you an example. When I was just a toddler instead of having imaginary friends or playing 'pretend' my mom would put on Beatle records and I would listen to them as I drew pictures of sunny days and diamonds in the sky. These pictures created a sort of alternative universe that only existed in my imagination (a universe that was largely influenced by the Beatles). As I got older whenever I listened to the Beatles or watched Beatle movies or read articles about the Beatles, this imaginary land would be tapped once again in my imagination. Its a land that has street names like Penny Lane or Blue Jay Way, and is occupied by people like Mr. Kite and Lovely Rita... As I got older still, I realized that there are several legends surrounding the Beatles that suggest that other people have their own Beatle alternative universe as well. The book Paperback Writer ifor instance, or the movies Yellow Submarine and Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club band(staring peter frampton and the bee gees). And ofcourse The Rutles. Then there are Charles Mansion's 'Helter Skelter' theories and the conspiracy theories that the CIA killed John Lennon and that Paul McCartney died in an auto crash in 1966...or my bizzare interpretation of "Come Together" My point is that creativity and the imagination is not limited to the artists true intentions--and neither is this thread. So turn off your mind, relax and float down stream... Now that, my friends, is some world-class backpeddlin'! |
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