The increase in government force and aggression by libtardism leads to a conflict between force and mind, which leads to a nullification of the mind, which leads to mindlessness and either disappearance of the self or excessive narcissism.
Crazy words, crazy tune
All that you'll ever hear him croon
Vo-doe-de-o, vo-doe-doe-de-o-doe
Vo-doe-doe
Sits around, all night long
Sings the same words to every song
Vo-doe-de-o, vo-doe-doe-de-o-doe
His ukulele, daily
How he'll strum, bom-bom-bom
Vampin' and stampin'
And then he hollers, "Black bottom!"
Crazy words, crazy tune
He'll be driving me crazy soon
Vo-doe-de-o, vo-doe-doe-de-o-doe
Napoleon marched his men to Waterloo
What did he say to them?
Vo-doe-de-o, vo-doe-doe-de-o-doe
Washington at Valley Forge.
Frostbit and cold, and up spoke George:
Vo-doe-de-o, vo-doe-doe-de-o-doe
And Simon Legree, in Uncle Tom’s Cabin,
What did he say to Uncle Tom?
I’ll tell you what, he took his whip and said to Uncle Tom,
“Come on and Charleston!”
And in the Senate the other day,
What did our President Coolidge say?
Vo-doe-de-o, vo-doe-doe-de-o-doe
Long words and long sentences don’t really lend themselves to song lyrics. Go ahead, try to sing some Adam Smith. I doubt most lyrical music has ever been at an advanced reading level.
I still say the most insipid lyric of all-time came from America’s “A Horse with No Name”.......”The heat was hot.” - Really?!?!?!? You don’t say!
Speaking of dumbing down, this guy analyzes 225 songs over 10 years within multiple genres—and then presents statistical representations of his findings. He’s taking samples of five songs per category per year, and then making conclusions of year to year trends within each genre from minuscule sample sizes.
“Lonely is the night
When you find yourself alone . . .”
They don’t write ‘em like they used to.....
The Yaller Rose of Texas, You All - Homer & Jethro
The yaller rose of Texas, the cutest on this earth
Her right eye looks at Dallas, her left one at Fort Worth
Her ponytail’s a dandy, that hairdo is a prize
Bet it comes in handy when she’s a-switchin’ flies
Her skin is red and fuzzy, it looks just like a peach
I looked her over from head to toe, and she had one of each
Her face has fallen arches, it hangs just like a sack
She’d like to have it lifted but she doesn’t have the jack
The yaller rose of Texas, she looks just like a weed
That one big upper tooth of hers looks like a punkin seed
When she opens up her mouth it looks just like a rake
Her lips are just like petals, I mean pedals on a brake
I was a-workin’ in the garden when I discovered her
I reached for an ol’ tomater and darlin’ there you were
You can take your nasty-sturtiums and take your violets too
And while your at it take the yaller rose of Texas too