philosophy in song

STOP! I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT ANYMORE
Melanie Safka

[b]Reason is the only way to change what we’re creating
But reason sometimes turns into another word for waiting
Oh stop, I don’t wanna hear it,
No I don’t wanna hear it anymore

You keep right on talking but I don’t wanna hear it
No, I don’t wanna hear it anymore

Now all the things that you defend are what you hide behind
Well, you sing yourself to sleep each night by saying everything takes time
Oh stop, I don’t wanna hear it,
I don’t wanna hear it anymore

You keep right on talking but I don’t wanna hear it
No, I don’t wanna hear it anymore[/b]

youtube.com/watch?v=aqSqWHOtIew

~ ~
I have a mansion forget the price
Ain’t never been there they tell me it’s nice
I live in hotels tear out the walls
I have accountants pay for it all

They say I’m crazy but I have a good time
(Everybody say oh, yeah…OH,YEAH)
I’m just looking for clues at the scene of the crime
Life’s been good to me so far

My Maserati does 185
I lost my license now I don’t drive
I have a limo ride in the back
I lock the doors in case I’m attacked

I’m making records my fans they can’t wait
They write me letters tell me I’m great
So I got me an office gold records on the wall
Just leave a message maybe I’ll call

Lucky I’m sane after all I’ve been through
Everybody says I’m cool (He’s cool)
I can’t complain but sometimes I still do
Life’s been good to me so far

I go to parties sometimes until four
It’s hard to leave when you can’t find the door
It’s tough to handle this fortune and fame
Everybody’s so different I haven’t changed

They say I’m lazy but it takes all my time
Everybody says Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
I keep on going guess I’ll never know why
Life’s been good to me so far
~ ~

That last post was a joke really. The most philosophic thing about music is, in my opinion, the sounds, the melody, the rhythm, their sublime composition and the feelings they evoke. Any lyrics, insightful or not, pale in comparison to the raw power of the sound of music, the fury and poignancy of all it’s innumerable harmonies and discords. The best one can hope to achieve with lyrics is to complement the sound, and not interfere; otherwise, lyrics are really either unnecessary or detrimental. But you might wonder how the relation between music and feeling is philosophical if we exclude the textual aspect, the lyrics. To be honest, I don’t really know how music deserves to be called philosophical. Maybe it doesn’t. I suppose for me the connection between music and philosophy is that at the height of both activities is a wonderful feeling – allow me to exalt the feeling by describing it as feeling fundamentally connected to the universe – that makes me cherish being alive and the opportunity to have such a great experience.

This Emile Cioran guy…something compels me to disagree with him again and again… It seems he just likes to casually entertain any fantastic notion that crosses his mind… “if everything is a lie,” come on, where does that come from? The rest of how he described music I can relate to, but not because music, or being, is any kind of lie.

Nice.

My high school AP Lit. teacher played this in our class one day, while we all sat with our eyes closed and listened. It means a lot more to me now that I’m out of college, working a dead end job, and doing a lot of nonthinking shit while wishing I was somewhere else, doing other things. Many miles away.

~ ~
Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
We can’t hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There’s only so.much heartache he can take
Many miles away
Something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake

Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
He doesn’t think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like
cheap tarts in a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away
Something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch

Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away
There’s a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away, many miles away
~ ~

~ ~ Synchronicity II, The Police

I think we all struggle with this.

HOW MANY FRIENDS
The Who

[b]I’m feelin’ so good right now
There’s a handsome boy tells me how I changed his past
He buys me a brandy
Or could it be he’s really just after my ass?

He likes the clothes I wear
He says he likes a man who’s dressed in season
But no one else ever stared, he’s being so kind
What’s the reason?

How many friends have I really got?
You can count them on one hand.
How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
That love me, that want me, that’ll take me as I am?

Suddenly it’s a silver screen
And a face so beautiful
that I have to cry out
Everybody hears me
But I look like a fool now
With a cry and I shy out
She knows all my friends
But it’s nice to find a woman who can stay home late
Now I think I’ve reached the end
I wonder in the dead of night
how do I rate?

How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
That love me, that want me, that’ll take me as I am?

BRIDGE
It’s all like a dream you know
When you’re still up early in the morning
And you all sit together to watch the sun come through
But things don’t look so good
When you could use a bit of warning
Then you know that no one will ever speak the truth about you

How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
That love me, that want me, that’ll take me as I am?

When I first signed a contract
It was more than a handshake then
I know it still is
But there’s a plain fact
We talk so much shit behind each other’s backs
I get the willies
People know nothing
'bout their soft own rubber soul
how come they can sum us up
Without suffering
all the hurt we’ve known
How come they bum us up

How many friends have I really got?
Well, you can count 'em on the one hand
How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
That love me, that want me, that’ll take me as I am?[/b]

youtube.com/watch?v=as5LM7kHXGE

This song truly captures that “mad max” sense of apocalypic doom

ONE OF THE LIVING
Tina Turner

[b]In the desert sun every step that you take could be the final one
In the burning heat hanging on the edge of destruction
You can’t stop the pain of your children crying out in your head
They always said that the living would envy the dead

So now you’re gonna shoot bullets of fire
Don’t wanna fight but sometimes you’ve got to
You’re some soul survivor
There’s just one thing you’ve got to know
You’ve got ten more thousand miles to go

Because you’re one of the living
And if we can’t stick together
One of the living
Who’s gonna make it tonight

Walk tall, cool, collected and savage
Walk tall, bruised, sensual, ravaged
It’s every man for himself, every woman, every child
A new breed, ferocious and wild

And all they want to do is shoot bullets of fire
They wanna fight and sometimes you’ve got to
You’re some soul survivor
There’s just one thing you’ve got to know
You’ve got ten more thousand years to go

Because you’re one of the living
And if we can’t stick together
One of the living
Who’s gonna make it tonight[/b]

youtube.com/watch?v=MtKmFDrUwxc

I’ve always viewed this as one of the most intelligent [if elliptical] “protest” songs. These lines in particular

Someone stood at the window and cried one tear/
I thought that would stop the war, but someone is killing me

HOUSE AT POONEIL CORNERS
Jefferson Airplane

[b]You and me, we keep walking around and we see
All the bullshit around us.
You try and keep your mind on what’s going down,
Cant help but see the rhinoceros around us.

Then you wonder what you can be,
And you do what you can to get far and high.
And you know Im still gonna need you around.
And you know Im still gonna need you around.

You say it’s healing, but nobodys feeling it.
Somebodys dealing, somebodys stealing,
And you say you don’t see and you don’t.
You say you wont know and you wont, when it comes.
Everything someday will be gone except silence.
The earth will be quiet again.
Seas from clouds will wash off the ashes of violence
Left as the memory of men.
There will be no survivors, my friend.

Suddenly everyone will look surprised,
Stars spinning wheels in the skies,
Sun is scrambled in their eyes
And circleslike a vulture.

Someone stood at the window and cried one tear.
I thought that would stop the war, but someone is killing me.
That’s the last time I do think anymore.
Jelly and juice and bubblesbubbles on the floor.

Castles on cliffsvanished
Just like heaps ofrubbish
Seen from the stars hour upon hour
As splinters, dust, and black flowers.

From here to heaven is a scar,
Dead center, deep as death.
All the idiots have left.
The idiots have left.

Cows are almost cooing,
Turtle doves are mooing;
Which is why a Pooh is poohing
In the sun
Sun…[/b]

youtube.com/watch?v=DwiQpXSbSEo

The title says it all. But the music reinforces it all the more.

BRIDGE OF SIGHS
Robin Trower

[b]The sun don’t shine
The moon don’t move the tides,
To wash me clean

Sun don’t shine
The moon don’t move the tides,
To wash me clean

Why so unforgiving and why so cold
Been a long time crossing Bridge of Sighs

Cold wind blows
The Gods look down in anger,
On this poor child

Cold wind blows
And Gods look down in anger,
On this poor child

Why so unforgiving and why so cold
Been a long time crossing Bridge of Sighs[/b]

youtube.com/watch?v=4t1Ad9ZMXIk

Let’s turn everything into a rap or pop musical expression.

It is all the musical rage within the mindless idiot masses.

It is the most easiest of consuming within the idiot masses.

I want to listen to Katy Perry or GaGa make philosophy more of a consumption base for everybody.

Why has this not been tried before?

Yes, good song. I found out about it through Opeth who made this cover.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYbWRlUW1Xo[/youtube]

For me, what this song “means” pales in relationship to the title repeated over and again: I “fade to grey” any number of times.

FADE TO GREY
Visage

[b]One man on a lonely platform
One case sitting by his side
Two eyes staring cold and silent
Show fear as he turns to hide

Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)

Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)

Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)

Feel the rain like an English summer
Hear the notes from a distant song
Stepping out from a back shop poster
Wishing life wouldn’t be so long

Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)

Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)

Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)

Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)[/b]

youtube.com/watch?v=J2lfbGxWLKc

ALL WE EVER WANTED WAS EVERYTHING
Bauhaus

“Oh to be the cream…”

[b]All we ever wanted was everything
All we ever got was cold
Get up, eat jelly
Sandwich bars, and barbed wire
Squash every week into a day

The sound of drums is calling
The sound of the drum has called
Flash of youth shoot out of darkness
Factorytown

Oh to be the cream…[/b]

youtube.com/watch?v=l4rqbs0vxK0

Yes, that is a great cover. The ambience it creates is perfect.

Dust In the Wind - Kansas

I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment’s gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes with curiosity

Dust in the wind

All they are is dust in the wind

Same old song

Just a drop of water in an endless sea

All we do

Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

(Aa aa aa)

Dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind

Oh, ho, ho

Now don’t hang on

Nothin’ last forever but the earth and sky

It slips away

And all your money won’t another minute buy

Dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind

(All we are is dust in the wind)

Dust in the wind

(Everything is dust in the wind)

Everything is dust in the wind

(In the wind)

(Ooo)

(Ooo)

(Ooo)

I Am A Rock"
Paul Simon

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

Bird on the Wire
Leonard Cohen

Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.

Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, “You must not ask for so much.”
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, “Hey, why not ask for more?”

Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.

Is it philosophy or poetry?

If you choose the right songs you can be hard pressed to make that distinction.

Trust me: You had to have been there.

I’D LOVE TO CHANGE THE WORLD
Ten Years After

[b]Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity
Tax the rich, feed the poor
Till there are no rich no more

I’d love to change the world
But I don’t know what to do
So I’ll leave it up to you

Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey, who needs money, monopoly

I’d love to change the world
But I don’t know what to do
So I’ll leave it up to you

World pollution, there’s no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Them and us, stop the war

I’d love to change the world
But I don’t know what to do
So I’ll leave it up to you[/b]

youtube.com/watch?v=b24m6mCBn0E

You are either withering or you are not.

WITHERING TREE
Traffic

[b]Withering tree, bearing no fruit
Never will see an evergreen suit
Reaching right out, out for the sun
Broken old branches, fall one by one
Into the arms of eternity

[bridge]

Fighting the fish up from the deep
Oh how I wish the lake would not sleep
Following dreams into the blue
There you will see, hidden from view
Trees in the arms of eternity
Into the arms of eternity[/b]

youtube.com/watch?v=KyRm_n4cSEA