There are several places on my route to Canada (Pennsylvania, I'm looking at you) where the only available radio stations are of the Really Bad Country variety, and I love them to pieces. Lyrics like She's got her daddy's money / her mama's looks / more laughs than a pile of comic books. And the one sung entirely from the perspective of a guy whose wife left him for another man, and so now he has to work at McDonald's and live in a tent to afford the alimony, and the ex's new husband is at the drive-through window. I think it's called (yes, really) "Do You Want Fries With That?"
Billy Ray Cyrus, by comparison, is merely ordinary bad country. It's not nearly as much fun.
I love "Billy, Don't Be a Hero." See Frank's comments on some bad songs being interesting. I also love, "The Night Chicago Died."
Cindy is me. And because of that, I'm arranging her funeral with lots of nice flowers and mostly '70s pop tunes.
That is a GOOD song. And why? Because I sang it "This is the song, la la la la, ELLEN'S song." And Ellen liked it. So it was good.
Filk is different. For heaven's sake, you filked Officer Krupke into etiquette. Great is thy filkfulness, Betsy. Don't make me break out the "It's Christmas, Again" song, though.
I like a lot of intentionally funny country songs. Most "serious" country leaves me pretty cold. You gotta love :
"I'm Not As Good as I Once Was, But I'm as Good Once as I Ever Was."
This is a song, la la la la
Elmo's song.
That is a GOOD song. And why? Because I sang it "This is the song, la la la la, ELLEN'S song." And Ellen liked it. So it was good.
Sara loooooves Elmo's song. One of the first things she would try to sing. Thus, Elmo is *not* Elmo, but LaLa. Forever and ever.
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
I saw 30 new messages and thought Big Important News. Should have known it was lyrics or punning.
How many of you have sung along to Bon Jovi, especially anything from Slippery When Wet? Huh? How many?
Glass houses, people. Glass houses.
'Cuz I'm a cowboy...
WBTC annoys me as a song, but I'm not sure why its considered 'selling out'
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Say you don't know me, or recognize my face
Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night
Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Someone's always playing corporation games
Who cares they're always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page
Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
It's just another Sunday, in a tired old street
police have got the chokehold, and we just lost the beat!
Who counts the money underneath the bar
Who rides the wreaking ball into our guitars
Don't tell us you need us, 'cos we're just simple fools
Looking for America, coming through your schools
(I'm looking out over that Golden Gate bridge
on another gorgeous sunny Saturday and I'm seeing bumper to bumper traffic.
Don't you remember (remember)
(Here's your favorite radio station, in your favorite radio city
The city by the bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps)
Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Sure, the execution is cheesy as hell but it was the 80s. The lyrics keep saying 'the man hates us. music is what matters and what made this city.' It seems like a silly sentiment for a bunch of mainstream rich guys to sing, but that's the nature of success -- you end up wealthy and popular.
This is a song, la la la la, Cass's song.
Sara loooooves Elmo's song. One of the first things she would try to sing. Thus, Elmo is *not* Elmo, but LaLa. Forever and ever.
I do stand up for Elmo himself, because my kids adore(d) him, and so he won my loyalty. Did Sara first learn the original one, or the version they use for the "Elmo's World" portion of Sesame Street?
