Last Name Sherov, First Name Michael
Head of Song Lyric Analysis
Behance Team @ Adobe
Leave your Ideology at the Door
All Interpretations are Valid, Not All are Equal
There are No Experts
Discovering The True Meaning Of Selected Lyrics
Missed Context
Seemingly: A patriotic call for endurance through potentially rough times.
Actually: A vet comes home after fighting for his country and gets no help. "Born In The U.S.A." is more like "But I was born in the U.S.A.! How can this be what's happening?"
George Will: He is no whiner, and the recitation of closed factories and other problems always seems punctuated by a grand, cheerful affirmation: 'Born in the U.S.A.!'"
Missed Context
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "Son, don't you understand"
Seemingly: ??? Good Dance Song?
Message Overshadowed By Medium
Actually: I think my girlfriend wants to cheat on me, but is afraid of losing our relationship, so let's end it now because staying together and being unhappy is dumb. Everyone else, lets just have a good time to avoid all this nonsense.
Message Overshadowed By Medium
If what they say is "Nothing is forever"
Then what makes - then what makes
Love the exception? So why oh why oh, are we so in denial?
My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know for sho
But does she really want it
But can't stand to see me
Walk out the door?
Actually: A comment on the value of love songs. An ironic response to John Lennon's accusation that all McCartney does is write poppy love songs.
Too Literal
Seemingly: Professing Love To Someone
Too Literal
You'd think that people
Would've had enough of silly love songs
But I look around me
And I see it isn't so
Some people want to fill the world
With silly love songs
And what's wrong with that?
I'd like to know
Cause here I go again
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
Too Literal
Seemingly: Sir Mix a lot really likes big butts.
Actually: Yes, he loves big butts, but so does everyone else. The established concept of "skinny = beautiful" is wrong, and comes from whitewashing perpetrated by popular media.
Too Literal
Becky, look at her butt...
she's just so... black!
I like big butts and I can not lie,
You other brothers can't deny
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
Too Literal
So I'm looking at rock videos
Watching these bimbos walking like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'
To do with my selection...
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Lightning Round!
Seemingly: It is closing time at a bar, time to perform the requisite mating ritual.
Actually: It is closing time in the womb, time to go into the places you will be from.
Lightning Round!
Seemingly: A folksy tale about the good ol' U.S.A.
Actually: Communist Rebuttal to "God Bless America"
Lightning Round!
Seemingly: A person laments the end of a relationship.
Actually: Two vampires are in love.
Lightning Round!
Seemingly: The south is great!
Actually: Hey Neil Young, the south aren't a bunch of racists.
Lightning Round!
Seemingly: A ladies man goes out for a fun night of disco.
Actually: A "ladies man" goes out to cover up the existential despair and angst he's feeling.
#166 on Rolling Stone's top 500 of all time
Most Played Song of All Time on BBC Radio 1
On It's Surface...
A Man Commits Murder...
Confesses to His Mother...
His Mother Please For His Life With Demons...
He resigns himself to the Demons...
His Mother Storms Away in Anger...
He Acts as if His Fate is OK...
Beneath The Surface?
Freddie Mercury has his first homosexual experience...
Confesses to his then wife...
He battles with himself and his wife over his sexuality...
He accepts his homosexuality...
His wife storms away in anger...
He is upset over hurting his wife
Methaphoric Symbols
Death / Devils = Homosexuality
God / Christ = Heterosexuality
Gun = A Certain Body Part
Mama = Mary Austin (his then wife)
Open Questions?
Why Does Mercury use negative symbolism?
Freddie Mercury has his first homosexual experience...
Confesses to his then wife...
Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
He battles with himself and his wife over his sexuality...
He accepts his homosexuality...
His wife storms away in anger...
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me, to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby!
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here!
He is upset over hurting his wife
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows
How can we discuss song lyrics without discussing the work of Lin-Manuel Miranda?
Can we ignore the 2016 musical smash hit?...
MOANA!
Theme: Only you can decide who you are!
Underlying Conflict: Moana can't decide whether to obey tradition or follow her calling.
Underlying Metaphor: physical outer journey as personal inner journey. Interchangeable use of "where" and "who".
Looking at track listings, we see this metaphor playing out:
Theme: Relying on tradition is better than change.
Metaphor: The Island and Chief Tui are Tradition, Water and Tala are Change
Tui: There comes a day
When you're gonna look around
And realize happiness is where you are
Moana: Cause every path
Leads you back to where you are.
You can find happiness right where you are.
Tala: The water is mischievous, ha!
I like how it misbehaves
The village may think I'm crazy
Or say that I drift too far
But once you know what you like
Well there you are...
You may hear a voice inside
And if the voice starts to whisper
To follow the farthest star
Moana, that voice inside
Is who you are
Theme: The external call of the sea tempts Moana, as she is unaware that her people were voyagers!
Metaphor: The horizon as uncertainty, but also as calling
Every turn I take, every trail I track
Every path I make, every road leads back
To the place I know where I cannot go
See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me
And no one knows,
how far it goes
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I'll know
If I go there's just no telling how far I'll go
And it seems like it's calling out to me, so come find me
And let me know
What's beyond that line, will I cross that line?
Theme: Moana's people were Voyagers, a much deeper tradition than the Island. Tradition and Exploration are not opposites.
Metaphor: Wayfinding as personal discovery. Island as tradition.
At night, we name every star
We know where we are
We know who we are, who we are
We keep our island in our mind
And when it's time to find home
We know the way
We tell the stories of our elders in a never-ending chain
Theme: Armed with personal knowledge of her true heritage, Moana trusts her own internal instinct.
Metaphor: Paths as personal choices. Grandma Tala as instinct.
All the time wondering where I need to be is behind me
I'm on my own, to worlds unknown
Every turn I take, every trail I track
Is a choice I make, now I can't turn back
See her light up the night in the sea, she calls me
And yes I know that I can go
Theme: Moana's declaration of all she's learned and become.
Metaphor: Distance as personal progress.
Tala: Sometimes the world seems against you
The journey may leave a scar
But scars can heal and reveal just
Where you are
Tala: The quiet voice still inside you
And when that voice starts to whisper
"Moana, you've come so far"
Moana listen, do you know who you are?
Moana: I am the daughter of the village chief
We are descended from voyagers
Who found their way across the world
They call me!
I've delivered us to where we are
I have journeyed farther
I am everything I've learned and more
Still it calls me!
And the call isn't out there at all
It's inside me!
I will carry you here in my heart
You'll remind me
That come what may
I know the way
Theme: Moana's discovers Te ka is Te Fiti, and restores her heart
Metaphor: Te ka is Moana
I have crossed the horizon to find you
I know your name
They have stolen the heart from inside you
But this does not define you
This is not who you are
You know who you are
Appreciating Lyrics As Art In And Of Themselves
Persistent use of simile and double entendre
The human voice as percussion instrument
Sampling and hidden references
You stopping us is preposterous
like an androgynous misogynist
- Talib Kweli - Twice Inna Lifetime
I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay
- Praz, Ready Or Not
My rhymes are like shot clocks,
interstate cops
and blood clots,
my point is your flow gets stopped.
- Talib Kweli - Hater Players
If I sell a brick I can buy a house
If they find the key they might lock me up
- Logic, Gang Related
When I come back like Jordan, wearing the 45
It ain't to play games with you... probably mame you.
- Jay Z, Encore
I don’t half-step on the ‘caine
- Jay Z, Hello Brooklyn 2.0
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile / Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile
- Fugees, Zealot
Diddy didn't do diddly, dead it, did it with dignity
You dilly dally and diss from distance dig it I disagree
You did it for digits, dickhead dummy I do it differently
I define deliberately diligent delivery
- Lowkey, Alphabet Assassin
How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse
When I'm atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis
hostile as a kid Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
- Crooked I, Loud Noises
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blamin’ us, we’re held like hostages
- Nas, NY State of Mind
Breaks on a bus, breaks on a car
Breaks to make you a supastar
Breaks to win and breaks to lose
But these here breaks will rock your shoes
- Kurtis Blow, The Breaks
But can you detect what comes next from the flex of my wrist?
Say indeed and I'll proceed 'cause my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix
- Rakim, Eric B. is President
I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the mic magnetize me no more
But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme
I can't hold it back, I'm looking for the line
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat
The rhyme will be kicking until I hit my last note
My mind remains refined, all kind of ideas
Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build...
I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist?
Say indeed and I'll proceed 'cause my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix
His fingertips sew a rhyme until there's no rhymes left
I hurry up because the cut will make 'em bleed to death
But he's kicking it cause it ain't no half stepping
The party is live, the rhyme can't be kept in-
Side, it needs erupting just like a volcano
It ain't the everyday style or the same old rhyme
Cause I'm better than the rest of them
Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim
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