Is there a sillier song lyric? I mean, seriously, is there? I hadn’t heard MacArthur Park in years until it came up on my Sirius rotation the other day. I have NO idea what it means. Click HERE for it. Lyrics are below.
But maybe you know a sillier song?
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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
and 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
and 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!
(BRIDGE)
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
and 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!
Love is like oxygen
Ya get too much ya get too high
not enough and you’re gonna die.
I think this was from a British Band in the late ’70s called The Sweet
Horse with No Name, by America. All-time, world-class stupid song. “In the desert you can remember your name
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, la …”
The lyrics to that Jimmie Webb song are as deep or meaningful as the symbolism one would give to them. For me, since the song came out in spring 1968, was an analogy for my graduation from high school in June of that year. Dr. King had been murdered a couple months before and Bobby Kennedy, whom I campaigned for in California for the presidential nomination was murdered a week before my graduation. American cities everyone were going up in flames. And I was watching each of my non-college bound friends, one by one, being drafted and sent to Viet Nam. So the party cake that we all ate from in our care-free school days was quickly “melting in the dark”, the sweet green icing frosting was “flowing down” and we knew we’d never “have that recipe again”.
Everyone knows all the words to Don McLean’s “American Pie.”
It’s not a silly song; it’s about the tragic death of Buddy Holly and others in a plane crash.
We all sing it as if we know exactly what it means. Yet McLean has never confirmed any of the different interpretations of the lyrics that commentators have proposed.
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie,
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singing “This’ll be the day that I die.
“This’ll be the day that I die.”
Whenever someone says “silly song” the first thing that comes to mind is “Good Morning, Starshine” from Hair.
La da da da , da da da , da da da , da da da da da
da da da, da da da, da da da da, da da da da da.
Good morning starshine
The earth says hello
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below
Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song
Gliddy gloop gloopy
Nibby nobby nooby
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba
Nooby abba dabba
Le le lo lo
dooby ooby walla
dooby abba dabba
Early morning singing song
Good mornin’ starshine
There’s love in your skies
reflecting the sunlight
in my lovers eyes
Good morning starshine
so happy to be
My love and me , as we sing
Our early morning singing song
Gliddy gloop gloopy
Nibby nobby nooby
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba
Nooby abba dabba
Le le lo lo
dooby ooby walla
dooby abba dabba
Early morning singing song
(music interlude)
Can you hear me?
Singing a song
Loving a song
And let us not forget part of Blondie’s “Call Me”:
Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car
Colour me your colour, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your colour chart
I know where you’re comin’ from…
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Love is like oxygen
Ya get too much ya get too high
not enough and you’re gonna die.
I think this was from a British Band in the late ’70s called The Sweet
Oh, I do remember that one!
Horse with No Name, by America. All-time, world-class stupid song. “In the desert you can remember your name
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, la …”
Oh yes. Oh yesss
The lyrics to that Jimmie Webb song are as deep or meaningful as the symbolism one would give to them. For me, since the song came out in spring 1968, was an analogy for my graduation from high school in June of that year. Dr. King had been murdered a couple months before and Bobby Kennedy, whom I campaigned for in California for the presidential nomination was murdered a week before my graduation. American cities everyone were going up in flames. And I was watching each of my non-college bound friends, one by one, being drafted and sent to Viet Nam. So the party cake that we all ate from in our care-free school days was quickly “melting in the dark”, the sweet green icing frosting was “flowing down” and we knew we’d never “have that recipe again”.
That’s a great take to the Webb song, John.
Everyone knows all the words to Don McLean’s “American Pie.”
It’s not a silly song; it’s about the tragic death of Buddy Holly and others in a plane crash.
We all sing it as if we know exactly what it means. Yet McLean has never confirmed any of the different interpretations of the lyrics that commentators have proposed.
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie,
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singing “This’ll be the day that I die.
“This’ll be the day that I die.”
I love that song. Some of the lyrics evoke the time so perfectly, then again, you’re right, he never talked about its meaning.
Whenever someone says “silly song” the first thing that comes to mind is “Good Morning, Starshine” from Hair.
La da da da , da da da , da da da , da da da da da
da da da, da da da, da da da da, da da da da da.
Good morning starshine
The earth says hello
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below
Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song
Gliddy gloop gloopy
Nibby nobby nooby
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba
Nooby abba dabba
Le le lo lo
dooby ooby walla
dooby abba dabba
Early morning singing song
Good mornin’ starshine
There’s love in your skies
reflecting the sunlight
in my lovers eyes
Good morning starshine
so happy to be
My love and me , as we sing
Our early morning singing song
Gliddy gloop gloopy
Nibby nobby nooby
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba
Nooby abba dabba
Le le lo lo
dooby ooby walla
dooby abba dabba
Early morning singing song
(music interlude)
Can you hear me?
Singing a song
Loving a song
And let us not forget part of Blondie’s “Call Me”:
Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car
Colour me your colour, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your colour chart
I know where you’re comin’ from…
“Good Morning, Starshine” wins. I’ll bet you had to Google those lyrics.
I’m with you Carol. This one takes “the cake”..lol
“Everybody Wang Chung tonight”.
How exactly one wang chungs, I could never figure out.
Never understood ‘He Ain’t Heavt, He’s My Brother’ http://www.metrolyrics.com/he-aint-heavy-hes-my-brother-lyrics-hollies.html