Saturday, January 9, 2010
The Frozen-Dog Days of January
Reading song lyrics lately just depresses me. They all seem so contrived. It's like it's a trick.
Maybe it's just the frozen-dog days of January that have me in a funk.
I just can't bear to read another "drinkin' Jack Daniels, scopin' out the ladies,", or "my tractor is big and ugly". Are there any other topics besides tractors and pick-ups (of the opposite sex kind)?
Any "heart" in anybody's songs anymore? Any soul?
All I can think of right now is:
Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Seems like the writer had a little heart; a little introspection.
Ah, but that's not what the market wants, now, is it?
It's all just a trick.
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