3. "Sometimes When We Touch" by Dan Hill:
I'm just another writer
Still trapped within my truth.
To quote Groucho Marx: "Mind if I bore a hole in you and let the sap run out?" This is inarguably the worst song in the history of songs; it's been scientifically proven. "Now That's What I Call Gregorian Chants" is more upbeat.
Although the entire lyrics to "Sometimes" are terminally and creepily treacly and unctuous, what mainly concerns me is this notion that, say I, for example, could be "just another writer still trapped within my truth." Well, this is completely and utterly antithetical to the web of deceit and lies upon which I've based my life.
2. "The Solid Time Of Change" by Yes:
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace...
Ewww. The next Yes album was the bloated double album of preening pretentiousness and cavalierly-tossed cosmic debris, Tales From Topographic Oceans, which didn't even match the depths of this particular disgrace from Close To The Edge.
1. "Still You Turn Me On" by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer:
Every day a little sadder
A little madder
Someone get me a ladder.
Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music is more lyrically profound. With my top two songs of energy-draining lyrical lunacy, we have come to the ninth circle of prog-rock hell. Here Yes and ELP-style bombast and hear-the-colors see-the-sounds delusionary grandeur comes dressed to the nines in quasi-mystical lyrical trippiness. More often than not, however, the words are just dumbed-down, lowest-common-denominator afterthoughts, assisted by a rhyming dictionary: "Now let's see, what word rhymes with 'sadder'... ?"
And what songwriting scenario could be sadder?