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Commercial conventions simply require a greater degree of volume and compression in their medium than say, a movie, which may use dynamics for effect (eery silence, horror movie suspense). Adverts are all about grabbing your attention by screaming at you as loud as possible.

He must be awesome.

Read this in the P & J this morning and it just struck me. MLS side Houston Dynamo have offered to increase midfielder Stuart Holden's wages from 400 a week to 4000 after interest from Scottish clubs. Imagine getting a 10x pay rise all because Aberdeen expressed an interest in signing you? In other words, he's gone from having very ordinary means, to being rich, despite no essential change in his role at the club... Tenfold pay rise if Holden stays in US - Press & Journal Seems a bit bizarre, as if the player had absolutely no idea of his value to the club.

The flute-like melody that comes in on thinkofanamelater at about 1.30 is really unusual. I like the general feel of the track aswell. There's a recognisable structure to it. Not so keen on the seoncd section of this track. Some of the sounds are a bit generic, the beats lack punch and it starts to sound a bit MIDI map.

I thought it was about a sportswear brand.

Quality.

Just watched the episode where Malcolm gets sacked on BBC4 and can say my above opinion was emphatically confirmed. It's properly bad. Perhaps Ianucci is finished? He's had a good innings in British satire.

The initial fear in Mexico, that several hundred people had died from it very quickly, was a bit freaky though.

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Oh, she has a song of the same same name I see. If I can think of a different phrase expressing the same sentiment I'll probably change it.

I just wrote this and am quite happy with it for once! I included the chords in case anyone fancies messing around with it. Four chords repeated. Classic. True Colours Chorus: [E]You can [G]be what you [C]want to be[A] You can be what you want to be A Buddhist in a cave or a city girl in LA You can be what you want to be [E]Ive no grip on you [G]anymore We [C]used to be so [A]close Ive no grip on you anymore We used to be so close You come running into my dreams Im trying to forget You come running into my dreams I cannot let you in I dont wana be a stickler A pedant or a purist I dont wana be a stickler A pedant or a purist I dont want to lose you But cannot let it show I dont want to lose you Im too afraid to show... [Am]My true colours (repeated)

The political era it captured so well in the beginning has died off and the programme just isn't as cutting or relevant as before. The first two episodes of series 3, or at least as much as I watched of either, just come off as the Malcolm Tucker Show. Lots of inept civil servants worrying about the arrival of a single effective character.

I just think the images are unnecessarily dense. There's little to latch onto as a listener.

I like the run of the words. It's not too complex and has some nice phrases. It doesn't try and say too much or tell a detailed tale, but still says something about you. It has rhyme and rhythm. I'm personally not so keen on very literal lines such as: 'we don't believe / what we are told.' Couldn't you say the same thing in a more abstract way, or with a nice image?

This tune is really well written. Just read the first verse. It's a triumph of meaning along with rhythm. James Mcmurtry - We can't make it here anymore Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign Sitting there by the left turn line Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze One leg missing, both hands free No one's paying much mind to him The V.A. budget's stretched so thin And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war We can't make it here anymore That big ol' building was the textile mill It fed our kids and it paid our bills But they turned us out and they closed the doors We can't make it here anymore See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock They're just gonna set there till they rot 'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack Just busted concrete and rusted tracks Empty storefronts around the square There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score We can't make it here anymore The bar's still open but man it's slow The tip jar's light and the register's low The bartender don't have much to say The regular crowd gets thinner each day Some have maxed out all their credit cards Some are working two jobs and living in cars Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO See how far 5.15 an hour will go Take a part time job at one of your stores Bet you can't make it here anymore High school girl with a bourgeois dream Just like the pictures in the magazine She found on the floor of the laundromat A woman with kids can forget all that If she comes up pregnant what'll she do Forget the career, forget about school Can she live on faith? live on hope? High on Jesus or hooked on dope When it's way too late to just say no You can't make it here anymore Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store Just like the ones we made before 'Cept this one came from Singapore I guess we can't make it here anymore Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today No I hate the men sent the jobs away I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams All lily white and squeaky clean They've never known want, they'll never know need Their sh@# don't stink and their kids won't bleed Their kids won't bleed in the da$% little war And we can't make it here anymore Will work for food Will die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the cracks Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake Let 'em eat sh$%, whatever it takes They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps If they can't make it here anymore And that's how it is That's what we got If the president wants to admit it or not You can read it in the paper Read it on the wall Hear it on the wind If you're listening at all Get out of that limo Look us in the eye Call us on the cell phone Tell us all why In Dayton, Ohio Or Portland, Maine Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains That's done closed down along with the school And the hospital and the swimming pool Dust devils dance in the noonday heat There's rats in the alley And trash in the street Gang graffiti on a boxcar door We can't make it here anymore

Agreed. Stuff of nightmares.

'Ruby ruby ruby RUBY' 'If there's anyone left in here, that doesn't want to be out there' What's the name of that shit band with this song: 'I just can't wait it's killing me....' That was the bane of my student union in 2005.

Yeah, I find stuff like that, along with the likes of the Kaiser Chiefs and their ilk, totally unbearable.

Interesting you choose Dylan, someone who is frequently described as much a 'poet' as a musician. The sixties was a time of great protest and optimism, where people felt music could seriously influence policy. Obviously words are important in this process. Moreover, things like electronic dance music and heavy metal didn't exist yet (and by that I mean music heavily determined by sounds, textures, beats and grooves). Perhaps it was a more lyric-driven culture?

You compared the 'shitty times' that 'everyone has' to the kind of unspeakable neglect and abuse which many of those on life's bottom rung will have endured.

Unless you're playing in a quiet bar with a decent soundsystem and interested audience, most of your meaning will be lost to the wind. This is even more pronounced when you're in a rock band and have electric guitars and drums to compete with. In this event, you should just place sounds and rhythms above actual meaning. As Bigsby proved, a lot of classic lyrics look dumb written down, but placed in context of a rock gig, really work. For me, a few well-chosen, repeated phrases are more effective than complex word-play and linear narrative.

If shouting suited the music then I wouldn't mind what the actual content was.

We don't want men burned at the stake for treason We don't want legends and myths We don't want answers that outrage our reason We don't legends and myths We don't want laws from the ancient quarter We don't want theories from the days gone past From all the men that came before our fathers We don't theories from before Bold legends and stories Wise men and fables Poor expectations Sour aspirations Is this an age where we can still ask questions Will there be redcoats at my door? Is this an age where we must state allegiance Will there be redcoats at my door?

No, but there's no avoiding the fact that this may as well be the first ever thread on here about lyrics. Of course it's not absolute, but for me personally, sounds and rhythm should be placed higher than ideas and meaning.

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