What's the worst genre of music ever?

[Dis]

polka

[Asher]

PS, Speer, when you want to learn more about great lyrics besides the obvious rhyming, you should check out the lyrics to songs like American Pie:

A decent explanation is here: http://www.faqs.org/faqs/music/american-pie/

A long, long time ago... I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make those people dance,
And maybe they'd be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver,
With every paper I'd deliver,
Bad news on the doorstep...
I couldn't take one more step.

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the music died.

Soo..Bye, bye miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye?
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock n roll
Can music save your mortal soul
Then you can teach me to dance real slow

Well I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Then I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
but I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died

I started singin'...

Bye, bye miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye?
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die

Now for 10 years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In a voice that came from you and me

And while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned

While Lennon read the book of Marx
The quartet kept practice in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died

We were singin'

Bye, bye miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye?
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with the fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast

It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field,
The marching band refused to yield.

Do you recall what was revealed,
The day the music died?
We started singing

Bye, bye miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye?
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die

There we were all in one place
A generation lost in space With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candle stick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend.

As I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan's spell

And as flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw satan laughing with delight
the day the music died.

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most
The Father Son and Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

They were singin'

Bye, bye miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye?
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die

[Bugs ****ing Bunny]

Originally posted by Albert Speer


anyway... what about rhymes? Can rockers make 6 syllables rhyme per line? Right here, Changes...

I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight

to rhyme like that and still make coherent sense...

thanks

Line one- "racist" and "faces" is only a half-rhyme.

Line two- Not one word actually rhymes with any of the others and the sense of the line is questionable.

Line three- Hey! In "under" and "wonder" we actually have a genuine rhyme. Unfortunately the line itself makes no sense at all.

Line four- Again, not one genuine rhyme within the line. "Erase" does not rhyme with "faces". Sense is questionable too.

Line five- Another line with not a single word-rhyme within it. "Evil" is not a rhyme for "people". It's borderline gibberish too.

Line six- Congratulations! Two rhymes.


I give it a "c" for effort.

[Al B. Sure!]

Laz:

it's called assonance...

[Asher]

Assonance or asinine?

Ahh, alliteration!

[Buck Birdseed]

Not to comment on anything else said in this thread, even though I've now got a somewhat augmented hit list, but seriously, Asher, American Pie is about as moronic a piece of sub-poetic glurge as they come. Simplistic, one-leveled sentimentality done in the most primitive á clef manner imaginable. No sense of language, no sense of a decent metaphor, just loads and loads of "ooh I'm so clever" wordplay.

[JohnT]

Glen Miller rather than Louis Armstrong...

Hey! While Glen Miller is no Louis Armstrong, neither is he Pat Boone!


I don't know about worst ever, but I strongly detest the sound and existance of modern Japanese pop music. OMG, will somebody stop torturing those poor bats???!!!???

[Stefu]

I don't think even Snapcase himself knows what "á clef manner" means.

[MRT144]

trance...by far. trance is to music what rape is to crime. vile disgusting stuff.

[MRT144]

speer, you forgot about tupacs move to oakland, california

[Buck Birdseed]

Actually, I just made it up, a backwards construction from Roman à clef, a novel in which the characters are more-or-less thinly veiled representations of famous people.

[RGBVideo]

Trance.

[Bugs ****ing Bunny]

Originally posted by Albert Speer
Laz:

it's called assonance...

It certainly is. Why do you call it "rhyming"?

[Bugs ****ing Bunny]

Anyway, Acid Jazz is the worst genre. Made by ****ers for ****ers.

[St Leo]

Whatever genre "Take a message to my love" was in is the worst genre ever. I had to listen to it several times a night when I worked at a fast food place. Fortunately, there were no customers around at 4 AM and I could drown it out with my rendition of the Ode to Joy using only the word "kill".