Future Lyrical Nobels


We people in the music bizz love the selection of Bob Dylan for the Literature Nobel this year. His writing is exquisite and blending the words to music makes it doubly excellent.

Dylan’s work started in the ‘60s amid turbulent times and social unrest. Lots of songwriters are excited that maybe their songs might win a Nobel prize some day.

Let me help the committee with some suggestions.

If the meaning of these words spins your head around, I understand. We use to use the expression…heavy, man, heavy. Yes, these are heavy meaning words.

Nobel committee, for your consideration.

I’ll first look at other writers in the early Dylan era.
Wouldn’t want to overlook the possibility of a genius lyric slipping away.

Here is a song written and performed in 1970 by Ray Davies and the Kinks.

kinks

Forty Six years ago the country was not considering which restroom a transsexual person should use.
Yet, Ray Davies made us think. This was their huge hit,
Lola.
I met her in a club down in North Soho
where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola
c-o-l-a cola.
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance.

I asked her name and in a dark brown voice she said,
“lola” l-o-l-a lola, lo lo lo lola
Well, I’m not the world’s most physical guy,
but when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
oh my lola, lo lo lo lola
Well, iIm not dumb but I can’t understand
why she walks like a woman and talks like a man
oh my lola, lo lo lo lola, lo lo lo lola
Well, we drank champagne and danced all night,
under electric candlelight, she picked me up and sat me on her knee, she said, “little boy won’t you come home with me?”
Well, I’m not the world’s most passionate guy,
but when I looked in her eyes, I almost fell for my lola,
lo lo lo lola, lo lo lo lola
I pushed her away. I walked to the door.
I fell to the floor. I got down on my knees.
I looked at her, and she at me.
Well that’s the way that I want it to stay.
I always want it to be that way for my
lola. lo lo lo lola.
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls.
It’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world,
except for lola. lo lo lo lola. lo lo lo lola.
Well I left home just a week before,
and I never ever kissed a woman before,
lola smiled and took me by the hand,
she said, “little boy, gonna make you a man.”
Well I’m not the world’s most masculine man,
but I know what I am and that I’m a man,
so is lola. lo lo lo lola. lo lo lo lola.

 

Okay, wipe away the tears from those “heavy” lyrics and check out the lyrics from a group called “Train.”

train

It’s called “50 Ways To Say Goodbye.” (not to be confused with “50 ways to leave your lover, by Paul Simon)

50 Ways To Say Goodbye

My heart is paralyzed
My head was oversized
I’ll take the high road like I should
You said it’s meant to be
That it’s not you, it’s me
You’re leaving now for my own good

That’s cool, but if my friends ask where you are I’m gonna say
She went down in an airplane
Fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand

Help me, help me, I’m no good at goodbyes!
She met a shark under water
Fell and no one caught her

I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
And ways to say you died

My pride still feels the sting
You were my everything

Some day I’ll find a love like yours (a love like yours)
She’ll think I’m Superman
Not super minivan

How could you leave on Yom Kippur?

That’s cool, but if my friends ask where you are I’m gonna say

She was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion

Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I’m no good at goodbyes!
She dried up in the desert
Drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side night club
Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
And ways to say you died

I wanna live a thousand lives with you
I wanna be the one you’re dying to love…
But you don’t want to

That’s cool, but if my friends ask where you are I’m gonna say
That’s cool, but if my friends ask where you are I’m gonna say

She went down in an airplane
Fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I’m no good at goodbyes!
She met a shark under water
Fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
And ways to say you died

She was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I’m no good at goodbyes!
She dried up in the desert
Drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side night club
Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
And ways to say you died

 

I’m sorry if you’re all teary-eyed now. I didn’t want to start your week off with so much tenderness. One more. Please. You’ll love these incredible lyrics.

From the group, Killers, comes the song
All These Things That I’ve Done (Yes it is copyrighted and patent protected so don’t get ideas you might take credit and try to win the Nobel Lit award)
killers

ALL THESE THINGS THAT I’VE DONE

When there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on
I want to stand up, I want to let go
You know, you know, no you don’t, you don’t
I want to shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out

And when there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain’t changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out
You’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down

I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out
You’re gonna bring yourself down
You’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the backburner
You’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down

Over and again, last call for sin
While everyone’s lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I’ve done
All these things that I’ve done
(Time, truth, hearts)
If you can hold on
If you can hold on

 

Now your good week is guaranteed.

Enjoy it!

About bakoheat

Writer/Musician
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