LOL

Along the same line of thought:

Joe Jackson - Real Men

I wanted to post other songs, in German (my adopted language), but I kind of figure it would be pandering and boring. — Mayor of Simpleton

Nah. I post stuff in French. Daniel posted a (beautiful, thank you ) song in Spanish.

This threads is for songs, not argumentation, so there’s no need to stick to one language. If you care enough, translate the lyrics in English.

This was written in French, is here sung in Spanish and in English... :-)

Summer '89 (He cut holes in the fence)
It was in the summer of '89. August 12th.

It started in Hamburg
in his old, sky blue Ford Granada
Kasseler mountains, Würzburg, Nürnberg, Linz, Vienna
He turned his back on everything
The goal was the Burgenland, the Austrian-Hungarian border
In Mattersburg he bought himself "the best bolt cutter money can buy"
Almost 400 shilling
In Mörbisch am See he checked into the Guest House Peterhof
bought himself a döner and waited for night to fall
shortly after 1:00 there was a knock on the door
the go-between gave him a letter
and disappeared again without saying a word
He committed the letter to memory and set off on foot
Down Ödenburger Street, past the last lanterns
Just before the bend in the dirt road, turn right and go all the way to the end
The last 100 meters farther through the tall grass
into the small forest
Sat tight until the 3:30 border patrol
Flashlight out: 3 long, 2 short
and then in the clearing, he saw them
they came
running

It was in the summer of '89, an escape in the dawn
He was the guy who crept through the night
and cut holes in the fence
On the Hungarian border
in the first light of daybreak
only a bolt cutter was necessary
for holes in the fence
in the summer of '89

As soon as they were through the fence
they ran as fast as possible with the children
until the last lanterns
14 people, 3 families
no champagne corks, no confetti celebration
only enormous relief and even larger exhaustion
They went together to the bus station, sat down on the benches
and waited on the bus to Vienna at 6:22
they barely spoke due to fatigue
just once one of the children asked him
what the phrase on his Dead Kennedys t-shirt meant
As the bus arrived on time, he gave one of the fathers his Vienna city map
with the German embassy's address circled
He split his last shillings across the 3 families
and wished them a good life
They thanked him with tears in their eyes over and over for everything
in a language and a dialect he could barely understand
He assumed at the time that it was Saxon (1)

It was in the summer of '89, an escape in the dawn
He was the guy who crept through the night
and cut holes in the fence
On the Hungarian border
in the first light of daybreak
only a bolt cutter was necessary
for holes in the fence
in the summer of '89

Back in Hamburg, a "on the one hand, well, on the other" discussion
at the table of the flat share with his friends
On the one hand, the action was of course well-meaning
because of the families and such
But on the other hand a German reunification and the developments in the last few weeks, a huge mistake
Germany should never again be a power bloc in the middle of Europe
and this helping East German citizens escape
would only contribute to further destabilization of the relationship
So, like I said "the action was from a human perspective understandable
but still wrong."
He slammed his flat hand on the tabletop
and said as quietly as was still possible:
"You all know that that's bullshit
They leave everything behind and they flee and maybe..."
He paused briefly and deliberated
if he should say the last sentence
but not a single word more
A complete hush came over them
The others exchanged looks, some smiled gently
Someone even gingerly put a hand on his shoulder
Seconds passed
He got up, left the room
Jacket, door, stairwell, air
He took his old Ford Granada
and was never seen again
The rest is history

It was in the summer of '89, an escape in the dawn
It was in the summer of '89 and he cut holes in the fence
They came for kiwis and bananas
For the constitution and free elections
For real estate with no value
They came for Udo Lindenberg
For the VW with 7 seats
For the bad "East German jokes"
They came for trips around the world
For welfare and Begrüßungsgeld (2)
They came for "know-it-all Western German phrases"
For the new built-in kitchen
and exactly for this dream
he cut holes in the fence

1.Saxon is a dialect of German from Saxony in the east
2.Begrüßungsgeld was money paid by the German federal government (formerly West Germany) to the new citizens from the east after reunification. Literally "welcome money."

The deepest tunes have no lyrics:

The deepest tunes have no lyrics — Noble Dust

Yep. Schopenhauer was right.

Indeed...

Good stuff.

Jackie Greene - Trust Somebody

Check the link here
for an explanation.

The thing about that song's lyrics that I've always found most interesting is the temporal transgressiveness:

My python boot is too tight
I couldn't get it off last night
A week went by, and now it's July

How does that work?

EDIT: That's the best Zappa band lineup in my opinion. Virtuosic but warm, with Frank at his best on guitar.

How does that work? — jamalrob

Lol, no idea. But I don’t think I’ve ever heard/seen another artist be this complex. His music is utterly silly and humorous, yet profound; contradictory and nonsensical, yet relatable and understandable. Fascinating.

If you haven't read it, I recommend Ben Watson's book Frank Zappa: The Negative Dialectics of Poodle Play, which looks at Zappa's music through the lens of critical theory, Marxism and left-wing politics, literary theory, and so on. It's very weird and I think misguided in places, but really good fun, and genuinely insightful and interesting. And you can tell he's a true fan. The word he often uses for Zappa's music is I think perfect: scabrous.

Thanks, I’ll check it out.

Should've posted this here ...

https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/456135

Maybe Green Day isn't so deep, but these lyrics about moving on grabbed aholt of me. Such freedom in offering good riddance to all that draining sentimentality:.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

I'll certainly give you this one. There's something quite genuine and sincere in this song.
I'm a long time punk fan and honestly I find there are quite a few hidden gems in this genre.

The life and times of Richard Buckminster Fuller...

... a perfect design.



[Intro: Richard Buckminster Fuller]
Ah, nevermind that space stuff, let’s get down to earth!

[Verse 1: Mauro Pawlowski & Tom Barman]
What is the architect doing?
He is by the riverside
What is he thinking out there?
He is committing egocide
Now isn't that a strange thing?
Well to him it feels just
Well, we guess a person's gotta do
What a person feels he must

[Chorus: dEUS & Richard Buckminster Fuller]
He said: I won't throw myself from the pier
I'm gonna go home and shut up for a year
And when the year is over I'll reappear
And have a solution

I've reason to believe that what I find
Is gonna change the face of humankind
And all these years before well I was blind
That's my conclusion

'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
[Verse 2: Mauro Pawlowski & Tom Barman]
Now the man has understood
That outer space is overrated and too
About all the problems on this earth we should
Worry now to solve them later
And so he's brooding and alluding on a perfect design
He thinks that working on behalf of himself is a crime
He flushes out by the water, a view so divine
He's the architect of his own fate, a man in his prime

[Chorus: dEUS & Richard Buckminster Fuller]
He said: I won't throw myself from the pier
I'm gonna go home and shut up for a year
And when the year is over I'll reappear
And have a solution

I've reason to believe that what I find
Is gonna change the face of humankind
And all these years before well I was blind
That's my conclusion

'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
[Bridge: dEUS & Richard Buckminster Fuller]
I think it’s touch and go, and I think we’re going to make it
Don’t let up
Don’t let up, or we won‘t make it
Don’t let up
Don’t let up, or we won‘t make it

And so he drew himself a pentagon
Thinking it through a geodesic dome
From the coast of Tahiti, to the hills of Rome
Step aside, ‘cause the man will take the Nobel prize home

[Chorus: dEUS & Richard Buckminster Fuller]
He said: I won't throw myself from the pier
I'm gonna go home and shut up for a year
And when the year is over I'll reappear
And have a solution

Now, if these aspirations bother you
Well you are just you, you don't have a clue
I'm sticking to the plan; I will see it through
Let there be no confusion

'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect

Lilly Wood & The Prick - Prayer In C


Jah, you never said a word
You didn't send me no letter
Don't think I could forgive you

See, our world is slowly dying
I'm wasting no more time
Don't think I could believe you

Jah, our hands will get more wrinkled
And our hair will be grey
Don't think I could forgive you

And see, the children are starving
And their houses were destroyed
Don't think they could forgive you

Hey, when seas will cover lands
And when men will be no more
Don't think you can forgive you

Jah, when there'll just be silence
And when life will be over
Don't think you will forgive you

Break On Through (To The Other Side) - The Doors

He turned his life
Upside down
To know if existence
Made sense

He asked a lot of people
Quite happy
Happy happy
To give their opinion on la vie

He walked through the mist
Of the whirling dervishes
Smoking hashish
And he said

Life is worth nothing, nothing,
Life is worth nothing
But when I'm holding
In my two dazzled hands
The sweet little tits of my girlfriend
Then I say
Nothing, nothing
Nothing's worthier than life

He saw the vast space
Between the jet set,
The splendours, the palace
And the technicians of surface

Others offer
In steeples and monasteries
To see the old Sergeant Peper
But it's only Richard Gere

So he honed like an insect
On Internet sites
With the people in the sects
And he said

Life is worth nothing, nothing,
Life is worth nothing
But when I'm holding
In my two dazzled hands
The sweet little tits of my girlfriend
Then I say
Nothing, nothing
Nothing's worthier than life

He saw the lack of love,
Lack of money
How life is a detergent
And how it cleans up people

He played 'Forbidden games'
For sleeping friends
Oh nostalgy
And then he said

Life is worth nothing, nothing,
Life is worth nothing
But when I'm holding
In my two dazzled hands
The sweet little tits of my girlfriend
Then I say
Nothing, nothing
Nothing's worthier than life

covIDIOT-in-Chief (& "First" Golddigger) tests positive for COVID-19 :point:

https://youtu.be/amWvI3d8k7U (+ animation)

... And when you lose control,
you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows,
the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late
to lose the weight
you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown,
as you go down,
all alone
Dragged down
by the stone ...

"Dogs" (or ODE TO TRUMPISTAN) - 17:04
Animals (1977)
performed by Pink Floyd
lyrics by Roger Waters

:mask:

I'm simply not as 'deep', but it's sincerity for 'that man' s deep...

... from 2011 (taken out of original context).



I'm so tired
Of your lies
And the evil things
You're doing behind my back

Are there crimes
That you have never committed?
I doubt it, sometimes I wonder
When will you die?

You're insane
You are bad
You wreck everything you touch
And you're a sociopath

But there's one thing
That everyone's wondering
When will you die?

Schoolchildren stay at home (yeah)
And all the banks will close (yeah)
Each year we'll mark the date (yeah)
On which we celebrate (yeaah)

I know how
I know why
I can picture every part
Of your comeuppance, except

For the one remaining
Piece of the puzzle
Which is when you'll die

This is Dan
And that's Dan
And that's Marty on the drums
To complete the band

And I'm John
And he is also John
And all of us are wondering
When you're gonna die

Still you live
You go on
But you're running out the clock
And if we knew how long

I'd be counting down the days
Until the lovely one
On which you're gone

On that promised morning
We will wake and greet the dawn
Knowing that your wicked life is over
And that we will carry on

We'll exhale
We'll high five
We will know at last
How great it is to be alive

We'll be lining up
And buying tickets
And then we'll be jumping
Up and down on your grave

You're insane
You are bad
You wreck everything you touch
And you're a sociopath

And the only way to mitigate
Would be to know the date
You're scheduled to vacate
When are you going to die?
Look me in the eye
Tell me when you'll die

This might not be a really deep song, but when you are 15 and your brother is waiting to see if his draft card comes in the post it fits something deep inside.

wow thanks. The song is gorgeous of course but the Animal Farm animation is a gem.

People Who Doubt

I like people who doubt
Who listen a bit too much
To their swaying heart

I like people who speak
And contradict themselves
Without self-betrayal

I like people who tremble
So that sometimes it seems
They are not able to judge

I like people who walk
Half inside their shoes
And half outside of them

I love their little song
Even though they pass for chumps

I like those who panic
Those who aren't logical
Well, not as they should

Those who, when yanking their chains
Not to bother us
Make them ring like bells

Those who will not be ashamed
To end up being nothing
But failures of the heart

For not being able
To say: "Save us the worst
And just give us the best"

I love their little song
Even though they pass for chumps

I like people who dare not
Take ownership of things
Even less of people

Those who aspire to be
But a mere window
For the eyes of children

Those without a banner
Colorblind of the soul
Ignoring the factions

Those who are stupid enough
That history will not
Gives them any credit

I love their little song
Even though they pass for chumps

I like people who doubt
But would like us to leave them
Alone from time to time

That we don't bother them
When they go for a walk
In their autumns and springs

To be told that the soul
Makes more beautiful flames
Than all those sad asses

And that we thank them
That we cry and shout to them
"Thank you for having lived!"

Thank you for the tenderness
And too bad for your asses
Who did what they could...

- Anne Sylvestre

I felt like dancing... I do everyday, so why not to something a bit more insightful:



The handshake seals the contract
From the contract, there's no turning back
The turning point of a career
In Korea being insincere
The holiday was fun-packed
The contract still intact

The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
It's a competitive world
Everything counts in large amounts

The graph on the wall
Tells the story of it all
Picture it now, see just how
The lies and deceit gained a little more power
Confidence taken in
By a suntan and a grin

The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
It's a competitive world
Everything counts in large amounts
Everything counts in large amounts
Everything counts in large amounts

The grabbing hands grab all they can
Everything counts in large amounts
The grabbing hands grab all they can
Everything counts in large amounts

First thing I remember
Was asking Papa, "Why?"
For there were many things I didn't know
And Daddy always smiled
Took me by the hand
Saying, "Someday you'll understand"

Well, I'm here to tell you now each and every mother's son
You better learn it fast, you better learn it young
'Cause someday never comes

Abderhaman, Martin, David
What if the sky was empty?

So many processions, so many bowed heads
So many hoods, so much wished fear
So many demagogues from temples to synagogues
So many joined hands and hurried prayers

So many angelus
That resonate
What if, on top of it
There is no one?

Abderhaman, Martin, David
What if the sky was empty?

There is so much torpor
Analgesic music
So many painkillers in these pretty hymns
There are so many questions and so many mysteries
So many compassion, and so many revolvers

So many angelus
That resonate
What if, on top of it
There is no one?

Arour hachem, Inch Allah
Are Krishhna, Hallelujah

Abderhaman, Martin, David
What if the sky was empty?

What if all the tracer bullets
All the handguns
All the ignorant women
All the orphaned children
What if all these lives that capsize
Those wet eyes
What if it was just for the old joy
Of the kill?

And the angelus
Resonates
What if, on top of it
There is no one?