Like most people my age, I miss the good old days when song lyrics meant something. There are still plenty of good songwriters out there, but they are mostly being drowned out by the commercialization of today's music industry.
I didn't always feel that way. When I was in my teens and 20s, all I cared about was the beat and popularity of a song. Not much has changed for today's youth, except that now it's hip-hop and rap music with empty (or stolen) lyrics, instead of disco.
But eventually you mature, and realize that music without meaning is pointless. So I've decided to begin a recurring blog entry about what I consider to be great song lyrics. Note that I am the sole arbiter of what's considered great, but I welcome your comments and suggestions.
Let's start with these lyrics from the Eagles and their song about addiction, Hotel California.
Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said,
"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device."
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave!"
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