And these fine folks vote too.
I just can't figure out who they vote for.</sarc>
Several other graphs at linky.
“Why don’t we do it in the road?”
LOL
Where there ain’t no one for to give you no pain...
Baby, I’m-a want you / Baby, I’m-a need you
Lyrics have to be simple. Not possible to blend long words and sentences with a tune anyone would choose to listen to.
They can sound more sophisticated, however, when translated into Latin:
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/news/1001719/posts
That high a level?
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Galileo) Galileo.
(Galileo) Galileo,
Galileo Figaro
Magnifico.
In the desert, you can’t remember your name
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
I’ve heard New Mexico desert lizards humming that one.
Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony
Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh Lord, why don’t we?
The old Bobby Darin song - Roses are red, my love, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, But not as sweet as you.
They say this like it’s a bad thing.
Remember when the days were long
And rolled beneath a deep blue sky
Didn’t have a care in the world
With mommy and daddy standin’ by
But “happily ever after” fails
And we’ve been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers dwell on small details
Since daddy had to fly
But I know a place where we can go
That’s still untouched by men
We’ll sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass wave in the wind
You can lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
O’ beautiful, for spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They’re beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors often fail
And we’ve been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers clean up all details
Since daddy had to lie
Can you imagine the mondegreens if they used lyrics like, “Oh honey, your animadversions are most incommodious!”
Care to run the same analysis on an opera? Or especially on many of the tunes our great grandparents and their grandparents sang to each other?
This shouldn’t be a surprise.
There’s a killer on the road.
His brain is squirming like a toad.
Take hey long holiday.
Let your children play.
If you give Al Gore a ride
Sweet memory will die,
Gotta love Ma Earth.
Mares eat oats
And does eat oats
And little lambs eat ivy
So what’s new?
Bttt.