There’s a reason why we work on this side of music. We have never been ones to actually write music, only critique it, and that is about all we can claim. That’s why we found this little contest so interesting.
Some of our favorite bands have managed to produce some of the worst lyrics ever. Maybe you never noticed it because you were caught in the melody, or maybe you just don’t listen to the words. However when someone points it out and you are just reading them, well, sometimes its just bad. BBC6 is asking people to vote on some of the worst ones out there, with the winner being named tomorrow, May 4, at 7pm. Check out some of the nominees below via This Is London:
ABC, “That Was Then But This Is Now”: More sacrifices than an Aztec priest/Standing here straining at that leash/All fall down/Can’t complain, mustn’t grumble/Help yourself to another piece of apple crumble.
Snap, “Rhythm Is A Dancer”: I’m as serious as cancer/When I say rhythm is a dancer.
Human League, “The Lebanon”: Before he leaves the camp he stops/He scans the world outside/And where there used to be some shops/Is where the snipers sometimes hide.
Razorlight, “Somewhere Else”: And I met a girl/She asked me my name, I told her what it was.
Duran Duran, “Is There Something I Should Know?”: And fiery demons all dance when you walk through that door/Don’t say you’re easy on me you’re about as easy as nuclear war.
Oasis, “Champagne Supernova”: Slowly walking down the hall/Faster than a cannonball/Where were you when we were getting high?
Des’ree, “Life”: I don’t want to see a ghost/It’s the sight that I fear most/I’d rather have a piece of toast/Watch the evening news.
Black Sabbath, “War Pigs”: Generals gathered in their masses/Just like witches at black masses.
Toto, “Africa”: The wild dogs cry out in the night/As they grow restless longing for some solitary company/I know that I must do what’s right/Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti.
U2, “Elevation”: I’ve got no self control, Been living like a mole now/Going down, excavation/High and high in the sky/You make me feel like I can fly/So high, elevation.
The Beautiful South “Rotterdam”: And everyone is blonde/And everyone is beautiful/And when blondes and beautiful are multiple/They become so dull and dutiful