Music is often a deceptive art that drives us as humanoids
to think that just because the music is beautiful and is “pleasurable” to the
ear, the lyrics to the given song must be just a beautiful. The irony is that,
we are completely wrong in making this assumption. Today, in English class we
had the fortune, not necessarily a good fortune, of listening to “Sweet child
of mine” by Guns and Roses as an example of this assumption, of course. What was
realized is that when the music was taken away and one was able to simply read
the lyrics in a flat, monotone style of reading, the lyrics were actually
pointedly foolish. Not as in the lyrics represented the definition of onomatopoeia
either, just absolutely foolish. We then broke off into groups and traded our
own songs with a partner, where I had to read the classic Eagles song “Hotel
California”. What I noticed about reading it without the tune behind it instead
of simply listening to it; reading it brings an entirely different meaning to
the peace or even a meaning deciphered for the very first time. Often times the
meaning of a song is drowned out by the melody occurring in the background; so
how could it be possible to discover a hidden meaning or some kind of hidden
imagery? That was the point of the lesson; not all music can be characterized
as poetry, and not all poetry in good poetry is good poetry in its overall
structure and meaning. This was the plan at least, providing a smooth
transition into iambic pentameter and Shakespearean sonnets: stay tuned…
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