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Quite dreadful
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On the other hand that rattle of coins has produced enduring works of greatness and originality. What has been quoted in this thread is derivative and has ranged from passable pastiche to doggerel. Without the name attached to it it wouldn't have been published.The problem with any kind of "art" is that it is entirely subjective and one person's treasure is someone else's poison. However, for the first and only time in my life I would like to use my degree for the purpose that my lecturers no doubt intended (though not once they had met me) to point out that "literature" does not and should not mean something akin to fine wine consumed amid the classical architecture of an exclusive ivory tower. Literature, as we know it and study it at school, are texts that have stood the test of time but are no less humble than song lyrics. Most were not written as a grand gesture for the betterment of society but rather for the base exchange of the rattle of coins: profit, profit, profit.
See my first sentence. I'm not going to argue taste.On the other hand that rattle of coins has produced enduring works of greatness and originality. What has been quoted in this thread is derivative and has ranged from passable pastiche to doggerel. Without the name attached to it it wouldn't have been published.
I agree with your second paragraph, but I'd quibble with bits of the first. But that's a different thread.See my first sentence. I'm not going to argue taste.
What I will say is that it is absolutely fantastic to see people engaging in a debate about the written / spoken word.
But it sounds great when he sings it...I've just found it.....
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen.
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you.
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead.
.....
I invite you to recite 'Lay Lady Lay' without having to curl your toes.
"No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money."The problem with any kind of "art" is that it is entirely subjective and one person's treasure is someone else's poison. However, for the first and only time in my life I would like to use my degree for the purpose that my lecturers no doubt intended (though not once they had met me) to point out that "literature" does not and should not mean something akin to fine wine consumed amid the classical architecture of an exclusive ivory tower. Literature, as we know it and study it at school, are texts that have stood the test of time but are no less humble than song lyrics. Most were not written as a grand gesture for the betterment of society but rather for the base exchange of the rattle of coins: profit, profit, profit.
I suppose technically as a singing voice he just can't sing, but for me, along with the likes of Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen and Lou Reed, his voice just sounds beautiful...The lyrics may be OK, but he has a "God awful" singing voice
I suppose technically as a singing voice he just can't sing, but for me, along with the likes of Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen and Lou Reed, his voice just sounds beautiful...