Monday, January 28, 2008

 

'Goin' through hell, don't slow down ...'

God, this hit me just when I needed it yesterday. I hereby declare the Rodney Atkins tune added to the Country Canon.

--ER


Comments:
Had a bad weekend?
Well I have a really bad cold, and I'm watcching the State of the Union coverage and I'm feeling means so:
Country canon? Naw. This is about a forth of a song at best. Simplistic thoughts, trite lyrics, and forget-able tune.
Besides the metaphor is all wrong, hell is a cull-du-sac that has no exit.
Besides all great country has a resolution at the end of the song!
This song doesn't even have a beginning much less an end.
 
Re, "Had a bad weekend?"

Nope. Had about a bad year.

Re, "Simplistic thoughts, trite lyrics ..."

That's most of Psalms -- and the best country music: Ever heard that lonesome whippoorwill?

Re, "... and forget-able tune. ..."

Ya got me there. Tunes and melodies are the least important parts of country songs. It's the words that matter.

And this whole song hangs on one main idea -- and it's the one that hit me:

"If you're going through hell
Keep on going,
don't slow down
If you're scared,
don't show it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there"
 
"That's most of Psalms -- and the best country music: Ever heard that lonesome whippoorwill?"

Bull, the Psalms are excellent Egyptian writing. Remember you can't be "trite" if you are first.

Whippoowill has a haunting melody that can't be gotten out of ones head and besides it has lost love and a midnight train and lonsomness a beginning and an end.

This song sounds like his hemorids are bothering him, without the visuals you would have no story at all. Just a bad four letter word and a bad metaphor. OK, now try to hum the tune of this song.

Grump grump growl sputter damn cold sneeze cough spit damn cold....
 
Isn't it attributed to Winston Churchill- around the same time as his blood sweat and tears speech?
 
Don't know.

DrLobo is just feelin' his joints today. A cold front is blasting through.

"When you're going through hell, don't slow down" -- there's nothin' trite about that if you haven't thought of it.

Besides, one man's trite phrase is another man's unexpected encouragement.
 
Post a Comment

<< Home

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?