Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Moronic lyrics

Since NPR is fund raising I listened to a music station over lunch today. Fortunately, even they have some grist for my mill.

This is from a song:
The first line was approximately: I was sitting down town with nothing to do; and there she was;
"Like double (maybe "double-filled") cherry pie, there she was;"

Like what? Double cherry pie? Was she steamy? Was she fruity? did she smell like fruit? Did your Grandma make her? Maybe she was crusty? Now there's an image.

Hopefully the song's author does not believe that the inclusion of a simile de facto makes his work artistically hip. I hope he means the girl was hot in spite of the fact his simile had nothing to do with heat. The only other good possibility I can come up with is that the girl made him hungry, but boy is that a clumsy comparison. Metaphor and simile are fragile things to be used with some precision, not clumsily banged about because someone thinks they make the work more artistic. Nothing ruins a piece or renders it inane faster than a poor metaphor or simile, especially one that invites other comparison dissimilar to what the artist intended. That's because once you tie two things together, any comparison between the two can be made.

Like a lightsaber, simile is less clumsy than a blaster.

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