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01-28-2009, 12:33 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Jan 2009
Location: East Tennessee
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Country Lyrics in the Here and Now
Whether the actual music is as good as country's golden age, well, that can be debated. But, correct me if I am wrong, the lyrics are obviously terrible. Every generic light bearded (to look slightly masculine) country superstar in wranlger jeans that Nashville is mass producing seems to sing the same thing:
I drive a truck/I also hunt/Drink beer/Did I mention I drive a truck? Now that little song I made is a little over the top but ye get the idear.
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01-28-2009, 07:50 PM | #2 (permalink) | |
afrocentric
Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: texas
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ha,...i blame your state,....thankfully mine will be country music's savior (as it always has been,...) you can thank us this time
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01-28-2009, 08:18 PM | #3 (permalink) | |
gun whales
Join Date: May 2008
Location: Knoxville/Nashville, TN, USA, NA, E, S, LC, MW, Known Universe
Posts: 1,713
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The New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel
The numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway to a bed And the ghost of who he might have been lives on inside his head In a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black He wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness in tact A man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete He lies sleeping with an angel while his heart pretends to beat The wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air Midst the Sunday times and coffee grinds and wino's in Times Square Five flights up on Easy Street you know she's safe and warm Way down low neath a foot of snow he's riding out the storm I offered him my winter coat politely he refused Like an educated man he spoke with words I seldom use He said I don't need pity for these choices are my own He bowed his head just slightly and quietly moved along Its not like he's a victim of the homeless life he stalks Nor helpless to get back across the fine line that he walks Riding out the storm means yesterday's already spent Tomorrow don't mean nothing it won't even make a dent Ridin' Out The Storm (Rodney Crowell) You just need to turn off the radio. And yes, the Music quality in Texas>here in TN.
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