October 14, 2007
You have got to be kidding me! I don’t know who reads “Blender” magazine, or more to the point, who responds to their surveys, but whoever they may be, I might suggest that they dedicate some effort towards extracting their heads from their rear ends.
With groups out there for decades writing lyrics that revolve around getting stoned, getting drunk, getting laid or “dis’n ho’s,” how anyone could put Rush lyricist Neil Peart on the list as the 2nd worst lyricist of all time is beyond me. It was Sting who occupied the list at number 1, by the way, and quite frankly, I can’t think of anything he ever wrote that I found particularly bad. At least not that I can think of right now.
Sure, we can look back to some of Peart’s early sci-fi-ish stuff like the lyrics on 2112 or Farewell To Kings or even Hemispheres, and realize they may not be the best lyrics of all time and probably not Peart’s best work, but give me a break! At least some serious thought and effort went into their creation. A lot more than a masterpiece like Clapton’s “Cocaine,” for example.
“She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.” Yeah, that line will have me awake half the night trying to decipher the real meaning behind it. Sure, lyrics don’t always have to be inspiring or particularly thought-provoking, but fans like myself appreciate it when they are.
I could have come up with about a million other good examples of bad lyrics, but for some reason, that one just sprang to mind.
You know what I’d really like to see now? I’d love it if this “Blender” magazine would conduct another survey and ask their readers who rock’s best lyricists are. They have told us who sucks, so now I’d like them to let us know whose lyrics are worth listening to.
Should I ring up Ozzy Osbourne and alert him to the possibility of coming in first?