with all apologies to some of my favorite musical artists, lyrics i wish had never found their way into songs: anything about party people getting down. (et tu, ozomatli?) and definitely anything about setting your spirit free. spirits should also not sing, fly, or soar.
i think any subject of writing, whether it be lyrics, poetry, prose, or anonymous e-manifesto, belongs in one of two categories. either it is poetic, and deserves to be treated as such, without cliche, or it is not. i'm not saying we shouldn't talk about the little things - i mean, clowns? upn? who am i to judge? but i say: celebrate the mundane! who needs party people getting down? why dress it up? how about pointy-shoed girls wearing hoochie pants all lined up coatless in the cold looking for something they can't have? how about scruffy underemployed twenty-somethings in the middle of nowhere milling around a parents'-basement-cum-bachelor-pad swilling pbr and talking about the bears? it's priceless just like it is. although it is harder to rhyme with basement-cum-bachelor pad...
did i already mention my feelings about inappropriate uses of "you go, girl"? maybe i'll save that for another time.
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