As a certified curmudgeon, I never listen to the words in songs. This absolutely confounds my Sainted wife who follows the words in a song as if they meant something.
Me? Words? Meaning? Give me a break. Pounding rhythm: music contract sealed.
Hence the Who pounding out Baba O'Reilly with great vigor and plates (on their own recognizance) zipping off walls. Jimi Hendrix soars, the Who mount a challenge to house builders, Paul McCartney rattles the stemware - all stunning without words needed.
Women. All those words.
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