If life were like rock lyrics...

I get the feeling Steve Miller and the Beatles can take prizes for this.

As for S. Miller, I have a cousin named Maurice, but I have yet to refer to him as "The Space Cowboy" (of course, he's almost 60). As for "The Gangster of Love", well, he's my cousin and that would feel too creepy.

When Maurice Gibb died last year there was a tribute on VH1 to Maurice and the BeeGees generally and (Robin who wrote this song) was asked what it meant, to which he replied, " I have no Idea"

Despite my admiration for the songwriting abilities of the brothers Gibb, including the stuff they wrote for other people, Streisand, Dionne Warwick, Diana Ross, Celine Dion etc., it always bugs me that lyricists will write songs that have no meaning. So I have to put this one in the turkey category.

SHH...HERE THEY COME
NOW LOUIE LOUIE HAD HIS DAY
NOTHIN' GONNA CHANGE IT NOW
THE RATS AND SNAKES WILL NEVER FADE AWAY
NOT WHILE I'M ALIVE
HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!
THERE COME THE COSSACKS
THE ROAD SPIDERS
THE SUPER GLIDERS
BURNIN' TRASH, FLICKIN' CLASS, ALL THE WHITE TRASH
YEAH!
HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!

How about some great Ramones Hits?

Alanis Morissette's "Isn't it Ironic" drives me nuts.
No, girl, none of those things are ironic. Unfortunate, yes, even tragic. But ironic? No. Break out that ol' Funk & Wagnell's.

And the song that sustained me through the divorce hearings...

No I won't back down
Won't get turned around
You can stand me up to the gates of hell
And I'll stand my ground
And I won't back down

They used to play that song when I threw a touchdown pass in HS. but it was this part

"Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game"

now for a song that brings painful memories for me

Oh, take your time, don't live too fast
Troubles will come and they will pass
Go find a woman and you'll find love
And don't forget, son, there is someone up above

but this 1 is top 3 for pain

Here I go again on my own
goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.
An' I've made up my mind,
I ain't wasting no more time.

along with

Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
Give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my love to you

and

Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another you been messin' around
They say you got a boy friend
You're out late every weekend
They're talkin' about you and it's bringin' me down

Oh and a song probably nobody expected I would listen to not rock but since I'm on the sad subject.

He was 16, tender and tough.
She was too, and he'd do anything to prove his love.
With so much riding on the choice at hand,
the spirit of a boy, or the wisdom of a man.

Hearts caught fire and love ran wild.
She cried the day she called to say she was having his child.
With so much riding on the choice at hand,
the spirit of a boy or the wisdom of a man.

There's a constant contradiction, what feels good and what feels right.
But, you live with decisions that you make in your life.
And what steers your direction is hard to understand,
the spirit of a boy, or the wisdom of a man

Now he drives a diesel out of Dallas,
hauling cars out to the coast.
It ain't the dream that he remembered, just a few short years ago.
But tonight at a truckstop, while drinking a cup,
the waitress grins and winks at him,
and says, "My shift's almost up."
With so much riding on the choice at hand,
the spirit of a boy, or the wisdom of a man.

With so much riding on the choice at hand,
the spirit of a boy, or the wisdom of a man.

thats almost an exact reminder of something that happened to me and I just remembered the song now.

I can't even think of a social situation where this song would be appropriate. Could this indeed be the worst song ever written?

MacArthur Park
Written By: Jimmy Webb
Sung By: Richard Harris or Donna Summer, equally silly.

Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!

I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!

There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one

I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh no!!

it speaks volumes cav.
That was from the day of what dillon called 'the Great mind ****' wherein lyrics meant nothing but were so orchestrated that they had to sound profound. i remember a band called seatrain in the early seventies. they did more for the great mind F* than almost any music since louie louie

Here's my nomination for worst ever.
The ultimate self-pity wallow.

GILBERT OSULLIVAN
ALONE AGAIN (NATURALLY) LYRICS

Oh in a little while from now
if I'm not feeling anyless sour
I promise myself to treat myself
and visit a nearby tower
and climbing to the top
will throw myself off
in an effort to make it clear
to whoever what it's like when you're shattered
left standing in the lurch at a church
where people saying 'my god
that's tough she's stood him up
no point in us remainig
we may as well go home'
as I did on my own
alone again naturally.

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerrful
bright and gay
looking forward to well who wouldn't do
the role I was about to play
but as if to knock me down
reality came around
and without so much
as a mere touch
cut me into little pieces
leaving me to doubt talk about
god in his mercy who if
he really does exist
why did he desert me in my hour of need
I truly am indeed
alone again naturally.

It seems to me that there are more hearts
broken in the world that can't be mended
left unattended what do we do what do we do
alone again naturally.

Now looking back over the years
and whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
never wishing to hide the tears
and at sixty-five years old
my mother
God rest her soul
couldn't understand why
the only man she had ever loved had been taken
so badly broken despite
encouragemant from me no words were ever spoken
and when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
alone again naturally