Showing posts with label Jack Johnson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jack Johnson. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

386. Pandora Knows My Musical Tastes Better Than I Do... / "Mad World" by Gary Jules

An Appreciation for Some Music Lyrics--Mad World
Dr. Spacks and I had a conversation about the relationships between poetry and song-writing. Song-writing and vocal performance can very easily drown out and compromise the lyrics. Which means, more times than not, the lyrics do not stand as a very strong, naked (music-absent) poem, simply because implicit meanings are added through the layers of music performance. I think "Mad World" by Gary Jules might be able to stand uniquely as a poem, independent of the ghostly beautiful music performance. We also discussed the notions of "cycles" and "flipping hamburgers." The Flipping Hamburger University is just doing it in test-tubes, and it's kind of sad you need some big shot credential to do that. I emphasized though, that life is full of cycles, it's just a matter of some cycles hardly changing, slowly evolving, and other cycles are open to innovation--small baby steps and huge leaps of innovation. I think in poetry there can be several baby steps made. But Dr. Spacks also made this wonderful analogy that "a poem is a living organism. You are to foster it, build it, let it evolve. You never know where the poem will take you." I followed it up with "No wonder why I write most of my poetry in the car--because that is the only time I have free space and time to let something just spontaneously evolve!" Chryss Yost (prominent poet in Santa Barbara) emphasized that "poetry is a craft. You are building a system," which made me think why poems don't start at the bottom of the pages, since you are building something bottom-up. Hmmm. Good idea!

"Mad World" by Gary Jules

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... mad world

Enlarging your world

Mad world

After listening to Pandora for about two or three days, only subscribed to two streams--one being Daftpunk and the other being Gorillaz (though I should add Bjork and Regina Spektor and Nick Drake, for sure)--I have come to realize that my tastes in music are very idea-based music with VERY pure melodies. Nick Drake-esque. And if it becomes layered, then it becomes tribal, classical symphonic Rite of Spring Bjorkesque. For example, here are some songs that have given me pricked ears and teary eyes: the song above "Mad World" by Gary Jules, "We're Going to be Friends" by White Stripes, "Fall Line" by Jack Johnson, "In the Waiting Line" By Zero 7, "I'm Happy / Feeling Glad / Got Sunshine in a Bag" by Gorillaz, "Crazy" by Gnarles Barkeley. I am becoming even more musically predictable to myself!

My housemate Kyle converted me... got me addicted to Pandora.... It's scary to think that Pandora perhaps knows my musical tastes better than I know my own!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

338. "Fall Line" Lyrics By Jack Johnson

I get frustrated consuming other people's work. American Society is Super Consumptive, even as a graduate student, and people hardly have any time to tap into themselves ans ask, "Wait a second! What do I think?" But I must acknowledge and pay respects the very few who alter my understanding and perception of reality.

I have listened to Jack Johnson's Fall Line probably about 50 times now over the last half-year, let alone the last couple of weeks. So, I must pay my respects to Jack Johnson, who attended UCSB! I hope one day to meet him. That would mean much!

Two musicians I have recently latched on to (thanks to my housematey Kyle for letting me have two Gigs of music on my computer) are Jack Johnson and Fiona Apple. Though his melodies are a little too mellow for me--I need faster pace and more emotional amplitude--his lyrics are stunningly thoughtful and "environmental." I did not discuss Jack Johnson in a music essay I wrote about a year ago, and I think I should have. I was exposed to "Fall Line" through watching one of my instructor's films (Michael Hanrahan) for the Environmental Defense Center (EDC). I was stunned by the immense beauty and brevity of the song--and the notion that this song seems to be one of the faster-paced Jack Johnson songs. The song also sounds like a tongue twister. I suppose this was a "mise-en-scene" song though one usually uses such phrasing to analyze films--the lyrics, the melody, the pacing, the emotional mood--all of it was optimally aligned in this song. EPIC!

As for Fiona Apple, this woman is just sassy and witty and just downright intelligent... and stands unique on her own right. I like Alanis Morisette in terms of witty but she is too angry for me. I can only listen to her for a couple of songs, but then I'm done. But with Fiona Apple, I can listen to her for probably six songs in a row. Fiona describes and endures pain and bitterness in her songs, but it is more soothing and digestible. And I feel I can relate better in terms of her emotional tone. She is defintely a role-model for me in terms of being a wannabe singer 10 years from now. Ha ha ha. Am I laughing? Or am I not?

Fall Line Lyrics (Jack Johnson)
Jack Johnson - Fall Line Lyrics
by the way you know that hope will make you strange make you blink make you blink, make you sink it will make you afraid of change, and often blame the box with the view of the world and wars are filled with fame i turn it up, but then i turn it off, cause i cant stand when they start to talk about the hurting and killing, whose shoes are we filling the damage and ruin, man the things that were doing otta, we gotta stop gotta turn it all off, gotta rewind start it up again because it fell across the fall line aint there nothing sacred anymore? na na na na na na na na na somebody saw him jump yea, but nobody saw him slip, i guess he lost a lot of hope, and then lost grip but now he's laying in the freeway in the middle of this mess guess we lost another one just like the other one optimisic hypocrite that didnt have the nerve to grip the things that that kept him wanting more til he finally reached the core fell across the fall line aint there nothing sacred anymore na na na na na na