Songs are not Meant to be Stupid. Tread Lightly.

Don't end a clause with a preposition, so: Don't with songs, up with which mess, again: words are very important, without which we would not have such tender expressions as:–

I need to speak up
I cannot see
I need to find you
—Jose Amnesia ft. Jennifer Rene, “Louder” (Original Mix) (Armind label [Dutch Trance], 2006)

Sometimes I spin around for days
Skip and chase and say
—Blonde Redhead, “Led Zep” (In an Expression of the Inexpressible, 1998)

I know the way now
Always I’m not down... oh no!!
—Blonde Redhead, “Melody of Certain Three” (Melody of Certain Lemons, 2000)

But these are the letters from melody
Show me how to read
Show me how to write
These are the things you can do for me
—Blonde Redhead, “Melody” (Misery is a Butterfly, 2004)

And then I’ll have to figure out what to do
I’m kind of afraid I’m co-dependent on you
—Loquat, “Swingset Chain” (It’s Yours to Keep, 2005, Jackpine Social Club label)

(Click on the singer/guitarist’s name, Kylee, for her narrative of the background of the song, and also this—ignore the crappy ringtone blah—in fact the whole site is pretty interesting.)

Think of songs, usually love songs, that involve being lost, needing to find the way, figuring things out. Finally some truth; I know this feeling well.

[All reproduced for the purposes of academic critique. And in this case it is a critique-in-absense, to be found in between the lines of what I write below. © the original copyright holders.]

What if I am actually t&<strong>raining these people—in what? Whatever, I don’t mind, really, honesty never kills—in the sound/musical aspect? (Spect- does mean see, after all. Nah, just opining, I seriously need to chill.)