Word: lyrically
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Arms flung wide, blowing kisses like confetti, Donna sashays around the stage in glittering costumes, exhorting the audience ("You are beautiful"), joshing the band, trading a little prefabricated bitchiness with her backup singers who undulate at sharp angles like clockwork Nefertitis when Donna wraps herself around a lyric. "I do not consider myself a disco artist," Donna insists, against all contrary evidence. "I consider myself a singer who does disco songs. What I like to do is expose my market to other parts of music...
...Shot," the album's opening cut, is as angry and piercing a lyric as Joel has ever written, leaving no stone unturned in the world of jet-setters. But like "Movin Out" from The Stranger the words fall into a repetitive chorus set to a monotonous melody line which should make the song a radio favorite, though not one of the album's stronger cuts...
...innovative soprano recorder solo, Joel cooks up a tonal recipe that would delight even the gourmet. But the song of the "crazy Latin" never fulfills the mood, wandering off into ineffective rhyme. With a cute Fender Rhodes carrying the tune, there are reminders of "James," but none of its lyric depth...
...Fokine's "Sylphides" is more than a brilliant evocation of a bygone era's art; it is a superbly-integrated work of art in its own right, a choreographic realization of the mood of lyric poetry. Even the form is that of lyric: a sequence of expressive meditations, a personal dream-world made vivid in the ephemeral moment. Like the shapes in a dreaming mind, the dancers echo a single identity. All save the one man are dressed exactly alike in flowering tulle, and their interaction is a matter of motion, not of differing feelings. No sexual tension develops...
...polished works tend to turn self-mockery up to full volume: "Present it in a pitiful light. Three combat-scarred veterans, who fought their way from Omaha Beach to- what was the name of the town we fought our way to?" Or: "What sort of poetry do you write?" "Lyric, elegiac, and athletic In praise of youth, death, and anarchy. Very good for tearing...