The Most Violent Songs Ever
SINCE this morning, Anorak has been listening to gangsta rap music to see if we, like Sun writer Dotun Adebayo, would find in its lyrics a reason to stab someone in the face.
And the lyrics are truly shockingly awful, featuring the unforgettable “Wazzsaflucking pooyabba dfang dit kitoopa bo!” and the command to “mozzabookayikoyyyi!”
If we are going to be coerced into acts of random ultra violence, we would at least like to understand the lyrics.
In an effort to see if lyrics can corrupt, Anorak has sought out some disturbing songs.
Tonight in the small hours, Anorak’s small, creepy inner voice will be chanting the lyrics to the 1968 tune Young Girl by Gary Puckett and the Union Gap. Yeah daddy-o, it’s from the 1960s, those halcyon days when Adebayo said everyone was looking for love. What kind of love? Well, listen up:
“Young girl, get out of my mind/My love for you is way out of line/Better run, girl/You’re much too young, girl … You led me to believe you’re old enough to give me love … With all the charms of a woman/You’ve kept the secret of your youth … And though you know that it’s wrong to be alone with me/That come-on look is in your eyes …”
Here’s Tom Jones murdering Delilah, literally, in 1967:
“She was my woman. As she deceived me, I watched and went out of my mind . . . I crossed the street to her house and she stood there laughing . . . I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more . . .”
(Mid and West Wales AM Helen Mary Jones once opined: “I used the example of Delilah to say that popular culture always reflects what’s going on in society and some of what it reflects isn’t very pleasant.)
(Tom Jones has been an inspiration to gangsta rappers:
Chuckin’ MC’s like stones/ Bad boy forever like Sean Puffy Combs/ Inside, outside runnin all zones/ Set trend, get girls like Tom Jones/ Brake bones, brake your house, wifey’s home/ yes wifey don’t leave me alone/ Dat boy’s arrogant send for da chrome/ Come bare-foot like Fred Flinstone/ You got a big gun?/ Come bring it out /Butterfly-knife come along fling it out /we could jus do it old school Swing it out – Stop Dat, Dizzee Rascal)
David Bowie’s tribute to collecting trophies from victims in Jean Genie:
“Keeps all his dead hair for making up underwear”
Buggles’ paean to happy slapping on a mobile phone:
“Video killed the radio star”
And Songs To Watch The Girls and Boys Go By, and to bed by, and to the shops by, and sleep by…:
Enrique Iglesias’ thinly veiled threat in Escape:
Soon you’ll be finding/ You can run/ You can hide/ But you can’t/ Escape my love
Blondie waiting for chance to pounce in One Way Or Another:
One way or another I’m gonna find ya/ I’m gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha/ One way or another I’m gonna win ya/ I’ll getcha, I’ll getcha/ One way or another I’m gonna see ya/ I’m gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha/ One day, maybe next week/ I’m gonna meetcha, I’ll meetcha
The Searchers homage to the date rape drug Rohypnol in Love Potion Number 9:
I told her that I/ was a flop with chics/ I’ve been this way since 1956/ She looked at my palm/ and she made a magic sign/ She said “What you need is/ Love Potion Number Nine”
Diana Ross looking wild-eyed and making threats in I’m Gonna Make You Love Me:
I’m gonna make you love me/ Oh, yes I will/ Yes I will/ I’m gonna make you love me/ Oh, yes I will/ Yes I will/ And many, many more…
In conclusion, lyrics can make you behave in a violent manner, and Anorak recalls his days working as an usher/ticket ripper for the musica Cats in Drury Lane, and having to arrive on cue as Memories began. You know, that song about killing everybody in the entire cast, crew and audience…
Posted: 6th, August 2008 | In: Tabloids Comments (6) | TrackBack | Permalink
