Caros audiophiles, when I listen to songs, at least in the pop/rock idiom, I have always gravitated towards the melody of a song before paying attention to the words. It is the music which carries the words. That is not to say that the words do not matter to me. I love, for example, Cole Porter's clever wit, and Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan whose poetic or political lyrics are their raison d'etre. Their words carry the tune. For some listeners, I know, the words mean everything and the music is secondary.
But often the words to me are secondary. The music grabs me and travels straight to the heart. Feelings are instinctive. Words require a bit more cerebral evaluation. I suppose that the best songs are a perfect marriage between the melody and the words.
Then I started to think of some songs which, as most people would confess and even the songwriters have admitted, contain incomprehensible lyrics. And yet these are much loved classics. Why is this so? Perhaps precisely because the words are so quirky, ambiguous, and feed our curiosity and imagination.
I'm thinking of David Bowie's Life On Mars, and Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody, and Led Zeppelin's Stairway To Heaven.
Here in London it feels like Siberia at the moment. My skin must be "a whiter shade of pale". I need a song that warms my bones. It comes from the long ago hot summer of 1967. Thanks to Procol Harum.
Just don't ask me what the song means!
A proxima.
PO
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Uma música imortal!
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I agree with you, I "prefer" the tune to the lyrics... and, yes, this song is completely immortal! Bjs from cold and gloriously sunny Lisbon! pcp
Great choice, PO, great choice!
In what music is concerned, I'm not an expert. In fact, I'm not an expert in anything. But I have with many musics - more than with musical "styles" - an affective relationship. Despite their quality, they remind of things: people, time of the year, youth, children, whatever. This music reminds of a time where boys would invite girls to dance and would say "thank you" afterwards. It reminds of a time where a couple would dance slowly for almost 4 minutes, thinking of nothing except of the pleasure of a face never to close.
This music doesn't remind me of anyone in special. It just reminds me of a time that won't come back anymore.
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