THE SONG: Limp Bizkit, "Break Stuff"
THE LYRIC: "It's just one of those days/When you don't wanna wake up/Everything is fucked / Everybody sucks/You don't really know why/But you wanna justify/Rippin' someone's head off"
THE VERDICT: Music is supposed to move people. This song just happened to move people to assault women and set fires at Woodstock ’99.
THE SONG: Puddle of Mudd, "Control"
THE LYRIC: "I love the way you look at me/I love the way you smack my ass/I love the dirty things you do/I have control of you"
THE VERDICT: Oh, Wesley Reid Scantlin, y
ou charmer you.
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THE SONG: Relient K, "Who I Am Hates Who I've Been"
THE LYRIC: "I watched the proverbial sunrise/coming up over the Pacific/and you might think I'm losing my mind/but I will shy away from specifics"
THE VERDICT: Not just the "duh" rhyme of "Pacific" and "specifics," but more importantly, why the proverbial sunrise? How is a sunrise proverbial?
THE SONG: Peter Cetera, "Glory of Love"
THE LYRIC:"Just like a knight in shining armor/from a long time ago"
THE VERDICT: It's fun to picture him getting the "knight in shining armor" part and then struggling with how to follow it up. "From Medieval times”? “From the 12th century?” “Fuck it: 'From a long time ago.' Yes! Cetera, you've done it again!"
THE SONG: 311, "Down"
THE LYRIC:
"'Cuz we're dope and change like a chameleon / and my channel whenever that whack show
Real World
is on"
THE VERDICT: We put this on the list only to defend the honor of Judd Winick.
THE SONG: Bruce Springsteen, "Glory Days"
THE LYRIC: "He could throw that speed ball by you / make you look like a fool"
THE VERDICT: Bruce, we hate to bring this up, because we think you're great and everything, and it might sound a little nitpicky and all, but it's just that . . . um . . . well, a fastball is what Roger Clemens throws. A speedball is what John Belushi took to kill himself. Unless you were trying to make a prophetic comment about Doc Gooden's career, in which case you did a great job.
THE SONG: Cranberries, "Salvation"
THE LYRIC: "To all the kids with heroin eyes / don't do it"
THE VERDICT: Nancy Reagan, Irish-style. The kids always listen when you tell them not to do something.
THE SONG: Dashboard Confessional, "Screaming Infidelities"
THE LYRIC: "Your hair / it's everywhere"
THE VERDICT:
We know Chris Carraba is the sentimental, romantic type and everything, and maybe our mind is in the “proverbial” gutter a little bit, but this just sounds gross.
THE SONG: Social Distortion, "Story of My Life"
THE LYRIC: "High school seemed like such a blur/I never had much interest in sports or school elections"
THE VERDICT: Mike, w
hy didn’t you just smoke on the bleachers and play handball? High school had ended for you, like, ten years ago when you wrote this, didn't it? Might be time to move on. This one didn't get a lot of reader support (or editor support), but we’re keeping it here because Ryan doesn’t like it. Send your hate mail to Rstewart@thephoenix.com.
THE SONG: Donna Summers, et al "MacArthur Park"
THE LYRIC: "Someone left the cake out in the rain/I don't think I could take it, `cause it took so long to bake it/And I'll never have that recipe again, oh no!"
THE VERDICT: Oft-cited on these lists, this song is classically inscrutable. But sometimes "inscrutable" is just a polite way of saying "not very good."
THE SONG: Genesis, "Dancing with the Moonlit Knight"
THE LYRIC: "Follow on/A Round Table-talking down we go/You're the show!/Off we go with/ You play the hobbyhorse/I'll play the fool/We'll tease the bull/Ringing round & loud, loud & round"
THE VERDICT: In retrospect, we really didn't explore the world of ridiculous, over-pretentious prog lyrics quite enough.
THE SONG: Rush, "Xanadu"
THE LYRIC: "To stand within the Pleasure Dome/Decreed by Kubla Khan/To taste anew the fruits of life/The last immortal man/To find the sacred river Alph/To walk the caves of ice/Oh, I will dine on honeydew/And drink the milk of Paradise"
THE VERDICT: We know a lot of Rush fans, and we'd like to hear them defend lyrics like this with a straight face. (A write-in vote by an anonymous Phoenix staffer whose name rhymes with "Mamille Modero")