Some of you may not be as obsessed with songs, and song lyrics, as many of my other friends and I am. But for those who are, it's really a miracle how the distinctions between melody and rhythm and words dissolve as a great song takes flight.
Synthesis, right? or is it synesthesia?
And I'm not even necessarily talking about the great original writers, the list of which I'll leave to you.
No. I'm talking about "Composer: Trad."
Songs so old only REALLY dedicated scholars will spend time tracing back the historical strata of their lyrical evolution.
What an accomplishment, to be some fucking farmer or hunter and have energy enough after your tedious, harsh day, to come up with,
"Jack of Diamonds,
Jack of Diamonds,
Well, I know you of old -
You rob my poor pockets
of the silver...
and the gold...."
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