I saw an interview with Robert Plant the other day. Reading between the lines, he finds the song a bit embarrassing: it was a young man’s song, written in a different time.
I thought McCartney’s lyric ended “in which we’re living’”, but I’ve not seen it written down.
Rap is like poetry. And like poetry it’s diverse. Some poetry is easy on the ear. Some poetry isn’t. Some poetry will endure. Some won’t Same with rap.
Not being an aficionado, the only stuff I’ve come across is like a mixed anthology of swear and violent words performed by very large black men with their trousers around their knees. One who looked about thirty stone dropped dead on stage a week or so ago. They reported the cause of death was unknown, well I could’ve given 'em a hint. Ghe two guys on stage with him were even bigger.
I read an interesting article on the rappers bodyguards too. It’s battlefield. If they’re being poetic, I think it’s with an attrition rate Siegfried Sassoon would recognise.
Most UK faux-psychedelic pop songs from the mid / late Sixties (contemporary US lyrics were a tad more sophisticated)
Not going to repeat the lyrics 'cos it’s not necessary. For too many of us who were young at that time, these have since become unwanted ear worms. Then we thought those lyrics were great, today we remember only all too well,
Traffic, Hole in my Shoe
Move, Flowers in the Rain
Small Faces, Itchycoo Park
Procul Harum, A Whiter Shade of Pale
Oh yes, also I am the Walrus and Yellow Submarine
And that’s before we get on to those whose sexism today seems Neolithic (bit like present day rap values)
And it was morning
And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared
I looked out the window
And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I’m not alone
I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost
(well a whiter shade of pale a bit less so)