#151
Posted: 3/9/12 at 9:17am
A song! For me! How sweet. Thank you, sabrelady. And your lyrics are almost on a level with Tim Rice's. Perhaps nothing so stupendously idiotic as "Always hoped I'd be an apostle..." (Really? Did you really?!? Always? Did you always want to be Jesus' apostle specifically? No, that can't be - you would only have heard of him a few years prior when he began his ministry. Maybe you wanted to be John the Baptist's apostle, but he thought you were too pitchy and eliminated you on the first week of "Judaean Idol" - er... "Apostle." But I digress.)
I wonder what the tune is - did you write your own? Maybe you just set it to a pre-existing tune, like "Born Free." It looks like it could be sung to "Born Free." Of course, it would have more integrity if you wrote your own tune; but then, perhaps you weren't aiming for "integrity," were you?
There's a bit of inaccuracy in your lyric (not that lyrics need to be accurate, or even make any sense at all, as witnessed in the quote above): when you say I know nothing of what show you "see" (phrased in a delightful, semi-racist pidgin-English), it becomes a sort of gibberish, because, of course, I saw the show, too. And then to say I know nothing of you... that's a charming piece of non sequitur, because no one has discussed you.
Until now; and then, of course, only through the lens of your semi-literate lyrics, which paint an image (accurate or not) of an 8th grade drop-out who works at Auntie Anne's Pretzels at the mall, but has high dreams of moving up one day to the Dress Barn.
I wonder what the tune is - did you write your own? Maybe you just set it to a pre-existing tune, like "Born Free." It looks like it could be sung to "Born Free." Of course, it would have more integrity if you wrote your own tune; but then, perhaps you weren't aiming for "integrity," were you?
There's a bit of inaccuracy in your lyric (not that lyrics need to be accurate, or even make any sense at all, as witnessed in the quote above): when you say I know nothing of what show you "see" (phrased in a delightful, semi-racist pidgin-English), it becomes a sort of gibberish, because, of course, I saw the show, too. And then to say I know nothing of you... that's a charming piece of non sequitur, because no one has discussed you.
Until now; and then, of course, only through the lens of your semi-literate lyrics, which paint an image (accurate or not) of an 8th grade drop-out who works at Auntie Anne's Pretzels at the mall, but has high dreams of moving up one day to the Dress Barn.
Updated On: 3/9/12 at 09:17 AM
