Word: songful
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Though Dylan tends to stay faithful to the original versions of the album’s 15 holiday tunes, “Must Be Santa,” the standout track, receives the full Dylan treatment. Whipping the song up into a foot-stomping, speedy accordion romp, the reindeer roll call gets cheekily politicized, with “Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon” and “Carter, Reagan, Bush, and Clinton” joining the ranks of Santa’s better-known little helpers, Dasher, Prancer, and Vixen. Heading down under on “Christmas Island...
...point on “Christmas in the Heart,” Dylan takes on “Do You Hear What I Hear?” posing the question repeatedly as he recounts the story of the nativity in song. Aside from the religious significance of the query, the song also serves as an apt metaphor for the album itself. In the past, Bob Dylan has often taken issue with critics’ and fans’ attempts to weed out the hidden meanings within his extensive catalog of songs, attempting to hear what isn’t there...
...their breath and awaiting a statement from NBC. Weirdly enough, on the very next episode of “Saturday Night Live,” musical guest Lady Gaga didn’t bother to remove the word “shit” from the lyrics of her song “Paparazzi.” And almost no one cared. Of all the coverage of her “SNL” appearance, few stories acknowledged her verbal indiscretion. The reporters and bloggers that mentioned it did so only briefly in their mad rush to describe the kiss...
...nearly 30 years, and in that time they’ve produced 12 studio albums, 2 documentaries and a feature film; they’ve ridden the crest of approximately three musical waves; and they’ve recorded exactly one song—Okla. state rock song “Do You Realize??”—whose sheer transcendence has insured the band immortality beyond all possible contingency...
Opener “Convinced of the Hex” immediately grounds the album in totally foreign territory for Flaming Lips fans. Bass-heavy, rife with corrosive guitar licks and polyrhythmic percussion, the song features a spaced-out—and for the first time, restrained—vocal performance from Coyne. He’s still speaking his own half-cracked pseudo-religious language, but it’s obvious from the beginning that, for the first time in a long time, lyrics don’t matter very much to the Flaming Lips. The downright raucous...