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...heard most of the Seasons' songs, and the mood wasn't achy-breaky; rather bold and uptempo. It's true that "Sherry," the first Seasons' hit, was a standard girl-name song (they had a lot of those) with a you-look-so-fine, gonna-make-you-mine lyric. But listen to their later, more mature (I want to say Blue Period) work and you'll hear little pop poems about hard-won love lessons, wrapped in fairly complex narratives...
...Banks (who exhibits far more finesse on the track) without the flow. “Don’t know why they told you that we sell stones/We on the Internet, trying to get our e-mail on,” he growls half-drunkenly, in a typically inane lyric. This ridiculous, barely-rhyming couplet is the only thing that sets him apart from the pack, causing Loc to look more and more like the Tampa Bay Devil Rays of the G-Unit behemoth. He also nearly spoils “Things Change,” an otherwise decent song...
...song I Love New York. Over a pulsing synthesizer, a ticking clock, a rumbling timpani and countless other perfectly calibrated whirs and beeps, Madonna declares, "I don't like cities, but I like New York/Other places make me feel like a dork." This is not the most ridiculous lyric ever uttered in a pop song--that remains "Yummy yummy yummy/I got love in my tummy." Still, it is awfully silly, and before you press on with the album, you will need to ask yourself, Am I a serious person who listens to music for intellectual enlightenment and makes...
Songs like “The Painter” and “The Old Guitar” acquit Young of any charges of inanity. The former is a marvelous evocation of artistic suffering: the lyric “She saw the pictures and she painted them / She picked the colors from the air” suggests the near-magical power artists have to conjure images and emotions...
...presentation. An essay like “Every Exit is an Entrance” praises sleep and offers an unrelenting catalogue of literary evidence, but does it fatigue when forced to accommodate Keats, Kant, Aristotle, Bishop, Woolf, Homer, Stoppard, and Plato in the space of 22 pages and one lyric...