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Post by long on Oct 7, 2008 22:17:00 GMT -5
LaFace: As you can see, there's no shortage of songs that can really move me when I'm feeling low, but for whatever reason hip-hop can't do it for me. I do really dig the song though and I have it on my random/mother playlist; though the version I have is almost 10:00 and I don't always have that much patience. It makes me Slick Rick's - "Children's Story" which thematically accomplishes about the same thing for me but goes down easier at 4:00. Here's a few more, the first two at 10 minutes a piece prove my hypocrisy : Guns N' Roses: "Estranged" "Coma" www.youtube.co/watch?v=xiRHh1wN46Q"Dead Horse"
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Post by swinger on Oct 7, 2008 22:32:51 GMT -5
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Post by LaFace on Oct 7, 2008 23:42:04 GMT -5
Long, I guess that is what separates hiphop from a lot of other genres.
Because rap verses contain much more lyric compared to probably every other genre, to be able to absorb every word, you really have to concentrate harder than you do with other types of music. For some people, this takes the enjoyment out of listening to a song, because it requires more motivation (especially if you're not used to it) to really listen to what is being said, than when listening to a singer whose lyrics are vocally drawn out and hence easier to listen to.
In no way am I saying hiphop is a lyrically more meaningful genre (substance is key, and I abide by quality over quantity, although the two often do correspond). I am just pointing out the difference between ease of listening to the lyrics. Sung vocals which are drawn out over the melody are obviously lesser in abundance per verse than a rap, because a rapped lyric just goes by so much quicker.
For what it's worth, I am fully aware that my two favourite genres of music, rhythm & blues and hiphop, have a high amount of garbage. Then again, most genres that feature in today's mainstream do.
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Back on topic, this song makes me want to cry, because the female's vocal abilities are just incredibly poor. In fact, I'd go as far as saying that it is the worst attempt at singing that I've heard in an ad's music:
The clip only goes for 32 seconds.
At 0:28, she sings the word, 'today', and it is awful in every sense of the word. Just awful.
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Post by long on Oct 8, 2008 0:03:02 GMT -5
The main thing may be that, while the lyrics may be powerful, I simply can't relate; shamefully enough, I'm a pampered suburbanite. Speaking of painfully awful commercials, this gem has infected my television as of late. I should say that you have any fondness at all for the Beatles (yes, I'm hoping that's everyone), you really should avoid watching this travesty: Swinger: I hope you're not suggesting that Wilder is anything but hilarious every second he's on screen
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Post by LaFace on Oct 10, 2008 0:03:20 GMT -5
The main thing may be that, while the lyrics may be powerful, I simply can't relate; shamefully enough, I'm a pampered suburbanite. ) ^That's interesting. I live in the suburbs too, and so I personally cannot relate to some of the songs either, particularly those discussing what it was like growing up in say a housing project etc. However, I believe that just because I cannot personally relate to a song doesn't mean I cannot appreciate the song's meaning, nor be moved by it. I somewhat liken music to film, in the sense that although I might not be able to directly relate to the portrayed experience, emotion can still be evoked if the artist is good enough to project it through their work. One personal example of many films that fit this notion would be Saving Private Ryan. This is one of my favourite films of all time, and it is a film that really touches me (like many other people, I'm sure). However, despite this, I cannot say I have experience of what it is like to be in a war. Nevertheless, I am still able to be a big fan of the movie and hold it close to my heart. One thing you could take from both music and film, is that even though you might not relate to the actual story directly, you might be able to relate to an underlying theme, and hence relate to the emotion felt by the artist which is a consequence of this theme. In Saving Private Ryan, one such theme might be sacrifice. In music where an artist discusses the hardships of growing up in a troubled area, one such theme might be despair.
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Post by i move the stars for no one on Oct 10, 2008 21:02:03 GMT -5
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Post by long on Oct 11, 2008 3:45:37 GMT -5
LaFace: You're totally on point. My explanation was probably a bit of a cop-out, I should be able to dig universal themes out of any well told story, and generally I believe I can if I put in the effort. For whatever reason, I'm probably less likely to put in the effort for a song than I would for a movie/book/poem, relying heavily on the music itself to create a mood for me before I get caught up in what the artist is communicating in his/her lyrics. I'll just say it's laziness...
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Post by i move the stars for no one on Mar 24, 2009 21:07:01 GMT -5
bummed out tonight.this song sums me up pretty well.
The hurricane party's windin' down and we're all waitin' for the end And I don't won't another drink, I only want that last one again He gave me such a fine glow, smokin' slow, now I should probably be homeward bound There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down
I guess that in the morning I'll go lookin' for my gray-striped cat My old house can take the weather so I'm not too concerned about that It was built to take the wind back in nineteen-and-ten when this was one damned fine town But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go down
Candles flickered on the back bar and the building was shakin' with the wind I bought a whiskey for the gypsy and she turned my leather back into skin Just a fleeting sense of that rare suspense I once thought made the world go round But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go down
Open up your back screen door Let me see your face once more My hands are cold and my feet so sore And I can't go on this way
And the thoughts come too fast and too many to keep count, best just to let 'em on through Now I'm breaking those glass insulators with my old 22 Off the telephone polls as a half dollar rolls across the knuckles of a rodeo clown There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down
My one great love, my God, I can feel her still She ran off to California and now she's living in those Hollywood hills With some bullfrog prince, I've not seen her since Though she calls when he's out of town And there's no one to talk to when the lines go down
Open up your back screen door Let me in your space once more I was looking for an easy score But it just don't work that way
Some insurance man-biker is yellin' out for one more beer But a part-time pirate just can't get much respect around here We got our problems too, man we'll get to you In just a minute, sit your drunk ass down Yeah, there's no one to talk to when the lines go down
Now there's water up past the wheel wells of my Ford and I don't guess that it'll run But I left a pack of Winston's on the dash, could you fetch 'em for me son? The morning's first cigarette, that's as good as it gets all day I should know by now But there's no one to talk to when the lines go down
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celltocell
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get your blood moving
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Post by celltocell on Mar 26, 2009 8:40:07 GMT -5
great selection, elliot smith is real depressing. the guy stabbed himself in the heart, can't get anymore "emo" than that.
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