first let me begin by saying, i will admit that i must be old. i just don't understand modern music lyrics. given that they aren't too loud to understand as they're gasping for life beneath a blare of bass, that they aren't just overtly stupid, and that they aren't downright repugnant, they're simply ... well, dare i say it, simple. bland. trite?
this is coming from a woman who has never claimed to be a music lover in general as well as a woman who has never had an ear for country music in particular. i know. you're asing yourself, smockmomma? a complete texaphile who doesn't like country music? it's sad but true.
until now that is. you see, relatively late in life, i think that i've discovered that country music is the absolute last bastion for clever lyrics. if you don't believe me, tune in to your local country station. even the young whippersnappers are writing catchy, fun, or thought-provoking lyrics. i leave you with just one fun example:
All My Exes
George Strait
Chorus:
All my ex's live in Texas,
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee.
Rosanna's down in Texarkana; wanted me to push her broom,
And sweet Ilene's in Abilene; she forgot I hung the moon,
And Allison in Galveston somehow lost her sanity,
And Dimples who now lives in Temple's got the law lookin’ for me.
Chorus:
All my ex's live in Texas,
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee.
I remember that old Frio river where I learned to swim.
And it brings to mind another time where I wore my welcome thin.
My transcendental meditation, I go there each night,
But I always come back to myself long before daylight.
Chorus:
All my ex's live in Texas,
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee.
Some folks think I'm hidin',
It's been rumored that I died,
But I'm alive and well in Tennessee.
Here's a favorite of mine, also by George Strait:
Pardon me, you left your tears on the jukebox
And I'm afraid they got mixed up with mine
I don't mean to pry
It's just that I noticed you
Goin' out of your mind
It looks like were two of a kind
Let's fall to pieces together
Why should we both fall apart
Let's fall to pieces together
Right here in each other's arms
Alone is much better together
When the worst is still yet to come
So let's share the rest of the tears
That are left
From two hearts that just came undone
Why should we go crazy alone
Let's fall to pieces together
Why should we both fall apart
Let's fall to pieces together
Right here in each other's arms
Let's fall to pieces together
Right here in each other's arms
If there was a pic in here there would be a proposal in here. We could fight for years to come over were the last bastion is.
you don't want to hear my reworked Dion.
Thanks for being one of the fun ones out there.