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The Top 10 Lyrical Low Points of the 1970s

By on 30 May 2014 | comments 7

ABBA Ring Ring costumes

 

BACK in January, we covered The Top Ten Lyrical Low Points of the 1980s.  Well, it’s time to tackle another decade – the 1970s.  While there were certainly a lot of good songs with good lyrics recorded during this period, there was a metric f**k-ton of bad ones as well.  But despite the enormity of the task, we’ve waded through it and plucked out the worst of reasonably well-known songs, and here they are…

10. “Roundabout” by Yes

 

 

In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they
STAND THERE!

 

It’s important to remember this isn’t a list of the worst songs, just the worst lyrics – and these are positively dreadful.  I know, I know – it’s “art rock”, so all is forgiven.  Perhaps I could overlook one misstep, but Yes was constantly delivering insane lyrics.  Take another example from Yes’ “The Solid Time of Change”:

A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace

What the – ?  I presume their word choice was based more on how it sounded rather than whether it made any real sense.  It’s still no excuse, but at least it’s not as bad as the next prog rockers singing about melons…

 

 

9. “Xanadu” by Rush

 

 

To find the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
Oh, I will dine on honeydew
And drink the milk of Paradise

 

I get it.  It’s pulled from Coleridge.  Somehow that fact doesn’t keep me from hating it.  In fact, the pretentious nature of prog rock makes me hate it more – for the love of God, it takes over five minutes of self-important noodling before you even get to the lyrics!

 

8. “I Am the Tiger” by ABBA

 

And if I meet you,
What if I eat you?
I am the tiger.

 

English wasn’t their first language, so I’ll cut them some slack.  Plus, their preternatural ability to craft a melody that could make a Ringwraith smile, gives them a get-out-of-jail-free card…almost.  Sometimes a lyric is so bad, there’s no forgiving it.

 

 

7. “I Am Woman” by Helen Reddy

 

 

But I’m still an embryo
With a long, long way to go
Until I make my brother understand

 

This from the woman who brought you “Angie Baby”, which contained some of the most haunting and mysterious lyrics ever written.  “I Am Woman” is no doubt an empowering song, and it came at a perfect time when Women’s Lib was in full swing.  Yet, that embryo rhyme just begs to be included on this list.

 

 

6. “Your Song” by Elton John

 

 

If I was a sculptor
But then again, no.

 

A great song, but Blecch!  Bernie Taupin could get pretty creative with his wording (just listen to “Levon” for proof): however, here it’s just cringeworthy.

 

 

5. “The Joker” by Steve Miller Band

 

 

Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitous of love

 

Miller is notorious for giving the middle finger to grammar in favor of a nicely flavored verse.  Take for instance:

Billy Mack is a detective down in Texas. You know he knows just exactly what the facts is.

I think it’s okay to sacrifice grammar on occasion.  After all, I’m not going to criticize Bo Diddley because “Who Do You Love?” should really be “Whom Do You Love?”  However, when you start inventing stupid words like “pompitous” because you’re high, I’ve got to call you out on it, Steve.

 

 

4. “Ain’t Gonna Bump No More (With No Big Fat Woman)” by Joe Tex

 

 

I told her to go on and leave me alone
I ain’t gettin’ down
You done hurt my hip once
I ain’t gonna bump no more with no big fat woman
I ain’t gonna bump no more with no big fat woman

 

Tex was actually nominated for a Grammy for this song, which is shocking until you consider that “My Humps” actually won one.

 

 

3. “I Am I Said” by Neil Diamond

 

 

“I am”… I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair

 

This is actually a brilliant song; an honest testimony of feeling like a stranger in both your hometown and where you currently dwell.  Neil felt an outsider in New York, where he grew up, and LA where he made it big and set up his palatial estate.  The lyrics are heartfelt and the melody is sweeping…. but then it gets to that bit about the chair.  WTF, Neil?!?

 

 

2. “Muskrat Love” by Captain & Tennille

 

 

Muskrat Suzie, Muskrat Sam
Do the jitterbug at a Muskrat Land
And they shimmy, Sam is so skinny

 

I’m not one of those rock snobs who turns his nose up at every cheesy pop song; I happen to like Captain & Tennille.  I enjoyed their variety show when it aired, and was genuinely sad to hear the recent news that their longtime relationship was at its end.

And yet, no amount of personal goodwill can polish this turd.  The two artists who recorded this song, America and C&T have both commented on how polarizing this song is to a crowd – some cheer, some boo.  You either love or loathe this cutesy saccharine mess, and I happen to fall into the latter category.

 

1. “MacArthur Park” by Richard Harris/Donna Summer

 

 

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!

 

Long heralded as the worst lyrics of all time, this almost seems too obvious a choice.  Yet, it was so popular by so many artists… and it is so, so terribly bad, that it would be a crime not to single this out as the low water mark in the history of lyrics.

The composer, Jimmy Webb, who shall forever stand accused for unleashing this abomination upon mankind, has tried to offer an excuse: “The cake, it was an available object. It was what I saw in the park at the birthday parties. But people have very strong reactions to the song. There’s been a lot of intellectual venom.”

Au contraire, Jimmy.  There’s nothing intellectual about my venom.  It comes from my very soul, and burns with the white-hot fury of a thousand suns.

  • Stannous Flouride

    A better title would have been “The Top 10 Songs That Made Punk Rock Necessary.”

  • epobirs

    I’ve always wondered why that cake recipe was so difficult to obtain or couldn’t be recreated with a bit of experimentation. It’s a cake. You’re already halfway there just knowing that.

    For some reason, that song always reminds me of the classic bit from the radio show ‘I’m Sorry, I’ll Read That Again.’

    John Cleese: “Ladies and Gentlemen, Petula Clark sings!”
    Bill Oddie: “We know that!”

  • Lauren Boggs

    You forgot “There were plants and birds and rocks and things” from “A Horse with No Name.” Just…things?

  • Zeus Mars

    Steve Miller did not invent the word pompitous. Look it up. It’s a good story.

  • Curtis H. Folts

    Having enjoyed the explorations that psilocyben offers, I find most of these lyrics perfectly sensible on a level where words have no logic.

  • Van Epperson

    If this idiot ever read Keats Byron or Shelley, he’d think they were meaningless. Instead of researching what these songs are about, he takes the lyrics out of context and hasn’t got the brain to intellectually pick them apart, something all great poetry requires. You want lame lyrics, turn to something like The Bee Gees.

  • Jeff Blanks

    Yes was returning to London from a gig “oop North” one day; they were driving by a lake and came across a range of mountains enshrouded in clouds and fog. To singer Jon Anderson, it was as if the mountains had dropped out of the sky and made their landing around the lake, so he put it in a song lyric.

    As for prog and punk: Getting there is half the fun. Now everybody (well, just about) has sworn undying fealty to the set of assumptions driving punk, and after three decades of “simplest is best”, “old is the new new”, “bad is the new good”, and “dorky is the new cool”, everybody wonders why things have gone to pot. Well, you might want to examine those assumptions. If the hippies were able to question and examine their assumptions, why shouldn’t the punks be able to as well?