When rap music - or as I call it, c-rap music - was trying to get a mainstream foothold in the 80s, it had acceptance problems related to both its subject matter and explicit 'lyrics' (if that's what you want to call them). Over time, mainstream rap has transformed into hip-hop, and the subject matter has been toned down, but the language generally hasn't.
Unfortunately, we're now seeing that language spill over into popular music. A recent look at the current top hits include two with the F-word in title. Not just buried somewhere in the lyrics, but in the often-repeated song title. In the words of the DeAndre Cole character on Saturday Night Live, What's up wit dat!?
Now for purposes of radio play, the F-words in these songs have been changed or eliminated. I've listened to both versions, and guess what - the song means the same thing! And it's not like these songs need some sort of urban edge to them for audience appeal, so why do this? Oh, that's right - because today it has to be more about the singer than the song, to help monetize the product.
Bob Dylan would be rolling over in his grave about this, if he was dead. As it is, he's lost too many brain cells to care. But before all of that, and before money mattered so much in music, he wrote some fantastic songs, with lyrics as meaningful today and when he wrote them in the 60s. Look at these lyrics from The Times They Are A-Changin' and you'll see they are still applicable. (Sadly, this might mean we haven't changed.)
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
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