Freak out
I am generally an unoffended type of person, if I'm not having one of my special days when the entire point of existence and every single thing in that existence is aggravating me to the very core of my being.
But I do have some vehement emotions about certain songs from various eras.
Let's start with that goddamned "Painted Pony" song. Now I'm sure that Mr. Blood, Sweat, and Years is a fine speciman of a musician, and I'm sure this is going to enrage some peeps, because no one likes to have their favorite song insulted, and I know that at least one person on the planet likes it, because I heard her humming along to it, and it made me want to punch that pony right into her innocently smiling face. Now I don't know what it is I hate about that song so much, but whenever I hear our star singer delivering the line about riding the painted pony, I am nearly nauseous with loathing. Maybe it's the sound of a grown man saying "pony". Now I hate that word even on it's own.
Okay, moving on. Billy Idol rocks in some ways, I will concede, but "Mony, Mony", I could really do without. Maybe it's because it reminds me of that other guy singing about a pony. I don't hate it quite as much, but it still bothers me.
Let's see...oh, yes. I am a huge fan of trance/techno/house/trap; I used to think it was mindlessly repetitive, but I have since seen the complexities and felt the room for expansion of thought and mind in the mostly lyric free spins, and it has become the majority of the songs I favor now. But even intertwined in one of my favorites, delivered by Sasha and Digweed, I believe, there is an intolerably long section of melody where this male voice does this sort of monkey-wolf howling thing, and I'll fast forward, at least five minutes into the song, and even as it's melding into the next song, you can still hear him, howling away. He eventually runs out of steam, and the blasphemous sound becomes fainter and fainter, but at least another two minutes of the last vestiges of his howl haunt me like an echo.
Now I have to spend the rest of the day wrestling those damn songs out of my head. (;
As it was
The song "As it was" by Harry Styles is a very popular song as I've heard it a lot of times on social platforms. All of my friends and cousins love this song but not me because neither did I like its music nor the lyrics. I like Harry's other songs, but its just this one that doesn't go with my taste.
Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk
...I was going to write about how Rufus Wainwright botched Hallelujah for me, among other great songs, but then I ran across this ditty of his that I've never heard before and the unfeigned boredom of this well-respected Canadian crooner really got to me extra.
So here is the link to that song instead:
https://youtu.be/hll_pO59ksc
Baby Shark da-doo-da-doo
Having new grandchildren, I have to listen to what they watch. I have to accept that Blippi is worth over $40M! But this whole shark thing is a fatal earworm. I fret over how it might be rewiring the li'l urchins' brains.
Now there is Daddy Shark da-doo-da-doo, Mommy Shark da-doo-da-doo, Grampa Shark da-doo-da-doo, and so on. They all have the same song! Da-doo-da-doo.
Da-doo-da-doo
Da-doo-da-doo
Da-doo-da-doo
Da-doo-da-doo
Da-doo-da-doo
Da-doo-da-doo
It is Gangnam Style for children. Beware!
And let's face it--sharks' lives are anything but cute. They are relentless, murderous meat-eating machines. Just wait until the scientific literature proves that the song causes children to fall on the autism spectrum. I'm already there.
Flowers
If I hear the lyrics "Flowers" by Miley Cyrus,
The meaning goes to rust,
Because I hear your voice over it
And remember what was once "us"
A song you'd sing every day
But then, on a fateful day in May,
You said you didn't want me
That our friendship couldn't be
The two of you tore from my side
Now I run waterfall tears, wondering "why"
Songs can take you back
And memories can float around
But I'd rather keep this memory on a rack
And turn "Flowers" down