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Think about the middle section of the Doors' "Roadhouse Blues"...

 

You gotta roll, roll, roll

You gotta thrill my soul, all right

Roll, roll, roll, roll

Thrill my soul

You gotta beep a gunk a chucha

Honk konk konk

You gotta each you puna

Each ya bop a luba

Each yall bump a kechonk

Ease sum konk

Ya, ride

 

Or, for a shorter example, David Lee Roth's brief interlude on his "Just A Gigolo/I Ain't Got Nobody" medly:

 

Hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla boobuhla hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla bop!

 

These parts are every bit as memorable and singable as any with actual words. I'm saying that we need more utter nonsense in music. Who's with me!?!?!?!?

 

- Jeff

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Yah... but you gotta take that in context. Roadhouse Blues opens with one of the archetypal verses of 60s rock...

 

"Woke up this morning -- I got myself a beer

Woke up this morning -- I got myself a beer

the future's uncertain and the end is always near."

 

 

And that, my friend is sheer poetry.

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Brian Eno and Cluster

http://music.hyperreal.org/artists/brian_eno/ATHlyrics.html

 

BROKEN HEAD

 

I was just a broken head

I stole the world that others punctured

Now I stumble through the garbage

Slide and tumble, slide and stumble.

 

Beak and claw, remorse, remindless

Slide and tumble, slide and stumble.

Back and forth and back to nothing

Keep them tidy, keep them humble

Chop and change to cut the corner

Sharp as razors, shiny razors

Stranded on a world that's dying

Never moving, hardly trying.

 

I was just a broken head

I stole the world that others plundered

Now I stumble through the garbage

Slide and tumble, slide and stumble.

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Yah... but you gotta take that in context. Roadhouse Blues opens with one of the archetypal verses of 60s rock...


"Woke up this morning -- I got myself a beer

Woke up this morning -- I got myself a beer

the future's uncertain and the end is always near."



And
that
, my friend is sheer poetry.

 

 

Yes, those are fine lyrics, but...

 

a) Those are NOT nonsensical, and merit no mention in my nonsensical ad libbed thread, you evil thread derailer.

 

b) That isn't the opening... it's the start of the last verse. The opening, lest our drug-addled minds forget, is...

 

Keep your eyes on the road,

Your hands upon the wheel.

Keep your eyes on the road

Your hands upon the wheel.

Yeah, were going to the roadhouse,

Gonna have a real good time.

 

- Jeff

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But Little Richard aside, have you ever heard
, which is piano/vocal, Tori Amos style recordings of 1980's hair metal like "Pour Some Sugar on Me" and "Crazy Train" (plus some other choice stuff)? At some point, lyrics don't matter, it's all about the melody and rhythm.

 

 

Oh man that's amazingly cool...bummer that they're sold out.

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Yes, those are fine lyrics, but...


a) Those are NOT nonsensical, and merit no mention in my nonsensical ad libbed thread, you evil thread derailer.


b) That isn't the opening... it's the start of the last verse. The opening, lest our drug-addled minds forget, is...


Keep your eyes on the road,

Your hands upon the wheel.

Keep your eyes on the road

Your hands upon the wheel.

Yeah, were going to the roadhouse,

Gonna have a real good time.


- Jeff

 

 

Well, I was obviously on a dry drunk when I wrote that post.

 

Woke up this morning / got myself a Wild Cherry Pepsi...

 

 

 

A whole DIFFERENT kinda depravity.

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Sigur Ros and Cocteau Twins.

 

Good call... particularly on the Cocteaus.

 

I mean, you hear a band from Iceland and you can't understand them, that's one thing (even if they ARE singing glossolalic lyrics).

 

But the Cocteaus... if you're not paying attention it sounds kinda like they're singing in English. Which was what was so brilliant.

 

If they could have just written in a different time signature besides 6/8 they mighta gone somewhere... :D

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So called "scat" singing, I believe, grew out of a strike by session musicians in the 40s or 50s in the US. They were replaced by vocalists who made silly noises instead of playing instruments. This was an imaginative attempt to provide backing tracks for singers. It was, and still is, mighty fun to listen to.

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Not "nonsense", but ad libbed...

 

Ever hear Ella Fitzgerald's version of "Mack the Knife" that she sang in Berlin? After 3 verses, Ella forgot the lyrics. Here's what she sang:

 

{spoken} thank you. wed like to do something for you now.

We havent heard a girl sing it. and since its so popular,

Wed like to try and do it for you.

We hope we remember all the words.

 

Oh, the shark has pearly teeth, dear

And he shows them, pearly white

Just a jack knife has macheath, dear

And he keeps it out of sight

 

Oh, the shark bites with his teeth, dear

Scarlet billows start to spread

Fancy gloves though, wears macheath dear

So theres not, not a trace of red

 

On a sunday, sunday morning

Lies a body, oozin life

Someones sneaking round the corner

Tell me could it be, could it be, could it be

Mack the knife?

 

Oh, whats the next chorus?

To this song, now

This is the one, now

I dont know

But it was a swinging tune

And its a hit tune

So we tried to do mack the knife

 

Ah, louis miller

Oh, something about cash

Yeah, miller, he was spending that trash

And macheath dear, he spends like a sailor

Tell me, tell me, tell me

Could that boy do, something rash

 

Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong

They made a record, oh but they did

And now ella, ella, and her fellas

Were making a wreck, what a wreck

Of mack the knife

 

{louis armstrong imitation}

Oh snookie taudry, bah bah bah nop do bo de do

Bah bah bah nop do bo de do

Just a jack knife has macheath, dear

And do bo bo bah bah bah nop do bo de do {}

 

So, youve heard it

Yes, weve swung it

And we tried to

Yes, we sung it

 

You wont recognize it

Its a surprise hit

This tune, called mack the knife

 

And so we leave you, in berlin town

Yes, weve swung old mack

Weve swung old mack in town

For the darin fans,

And for the louis armstrong fans, too

We told you look out, look out, look out

Old macheaths back in town

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Enya is just singing in gaelic or latin... that's real language, and it's not ad libbed.

 

But....

 

 

But the Cocteaus... if you're not paying attention it sounds kinda like they're singing in English. Which was what was so brilliant.

 

 

It's Lizgonian Fraserlish.

 

 

She's brilliant; that's a genius thing, just letting it come out, like speaking in tongues... giving just a hint that it *almost* means something... a legible word here and there, or a line that abstractly infers "something"... but never does. It's a cross between almost remembering something you've forgotten, and imagining something you're not sure of.

 

I prefer that. To me, hearing a song that "tells a story" can only be told that one time - then you know it. The Cocteau Twins leaves you with maybe a little different feeling everytime - maybe you think you have a different interpretation than the last time you heard it.

 

I like some distancing, more metaphoric abstraction; when I'm listening to music, I don't want to turn it into a poetry deconstructing process... Listening is an abstraction, and I think the lyrics should be a bit abstract - otherwise it's just CNN put to music.

 

Cocteau Twins made the only music I think I'm not really sure there's a direct antecedent for. Sort of Hawaian Ambient Techno-Western Punkaopera Snake-charming Post-modern Agnostic Speaking in Tongues Gray Alien Channeling Waltz.

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