Saturday, July 03, 2010

Double-Dose of Lyrical Vomit

Surfing station to station today I was struck by two songs on two different channels that were equally banal.  One the fault of Tim McGraw and the other the blame of a bland "Xtian-Rock" group dubbed Casting Crowns.  Both treacle laden grocery lists of cliches and over-used expressions and badly forced rhymes... I had to look them up when I got home to be sure I hadn't made up the words I'd heard.  Nope.  There they were on the interwebs in their fool's glory.

First let's look at Mr. McGraw's quasi conversational/confessional submission.  [My notes in brackets in red].

He said I was in my early fourties / with a lot of life before me  [Up to 60% more life ahead!]
when a moment came that stopped me on a dime
I spent most of the next days lookin' at the x-rays
[This is where I was hooked - seriously the way this phrase is delivered goes for one of the most forced rhymes I've heard in a while - the sort of rhyme that you know someone wants a gold star for.]
and talkin' 'bout the options / and talkin' bout sweet time
I asked him when it sank in and / this might be the really real end
I said how's it hit ya /  when you get that kinda news? / Man what'd ya do?
and he said


CHORUS  [Brace yourself... it's all downhill from here...]
I went sky diving I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds
on a bull named Fumanchu
And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said some day I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying

Shut up shut up shut up!  I stabbed the radio button before this misery went on any further.  It's terribly over tread territory in song - and is so vapid in it's grab for glory.  It's designed to be the tissue-box song, it's born to be played at weddings and/or funeral everywhere.  Forever.  Lee Ann Womack did it better.

And somehow landed on an Xtian radio mess of light pop/country/top 40 attempts - where I wasn't likely to last anyway - but this is where it started.  The Casting Crowns - sung in the shifting constipatory manner of many Joe Cocker wannabes...

Here I am, Lord, and I'm drowning in your sea of forgetfulness [WTF?]
The chains of yesterday surround me
I yearn for peace and rest
I don't want to end up where You found me
And it echoes in my mind, keeps me awake tonight
I know You've cast my sin as far as the east is from the west
[Ah!  And there's our hook - and here comes the chorus not far behind...]
And I stand before You now as though I've never sinned
But today I feel like I'm just one mistake away from You leaving me this way

Jesus, can You show me just how far the east is from the west
'cause I can't bear to see the man I've been come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
'cause You know just how far the east is from the west
[This metaphor is a a dead horse now, brother]
From one scarred hand to the other
I start the day, the war [Gag!] begins, endless reminding of my sin
Time and time again Your truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in
[Meteorological stupifery...]
Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away from You leaving me this way
I know You've washed me white, turned my darkness into light
I need Your peace to get me through, to get me through this night
I can't live by what I feel, but by the truth Your word reveals
I'm not holding on to You, but You're holding on to me
You're holding on to me


And you've been dropped on your head yet again.  Really - east & west are inextricably linked.  As a metaphor this doesn't even work. East and west are always touching at that line called "You Are Here" - and if you flung an offending objects such as your sins to the farthest reaches of the West - they'd be knocking you in the back of your head after a bit, sneaking in from the West's backdoor, also known as the East.

That'll learn me to forget my iPod.