Since the demand is high, I will continue to pore over the great hits of yesteryear and expand on their themes in a way that makes it very obvious to everyone what the writer in question was trying to say but didn't necessarily have the editorial space within the confines of their song. Chances are, an evil producer stopped them from getting to the truth. And instead they had to settle for trite rhymes that meant little. Sure, you can hum them easier when everything is so quick and cute. But are you really enriching your soul? Ask yourself! If only the singers had the audacity to sing these lines instead. We would feel our souls becoming ONE with the universe and with each other. We would live forever for the truth would have set us free. But no, they didn't reach for the truth and we will confront the dark alone. Bummer, dude.
"Walk on the Wild Side": Holly came from Miami, F.L.A. Hitchhiked her way across the U.S.A., plucked her eyebrows on the way, shaved her legs and then he was a she and that's a pretty heavy trip, doncha think? I mean talk about a quick, extreme make-over. I know a lot of people like this. In fact, I could write album after album about this stuff if given the right amount of encouragement. Someday I'll probably settle down and stop freaking my parents out, but for now I'm pretty comfortable with this alternative lifestyle. Has anyone seen my pants?
Jimi Hendrix, "Purple Haze": Purple haze all in my brain, lately things don't seem the same, actin' funny but I don't know why which isn't really true because I knew when I took those unmarked pills that there was a good chance that they'd be some sort of hallucinogen or maybe a mood-altering drug and now that it's kicking in, I'm pretty sure I shouldn't have taken so much because this is getting really heavy and if I had any advice for other young people it's to not do as I have done because this is really not as much fun as I was hoping and the sooner I can get this room to stop spinning the better.
Lynyrd Skynyrd, "Free Bird": If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me? For I must be travelin' on now cause there's a warrant out for my arrest and if I stick around here I'll be sitting in a slammer in no time and then all my ex-girlfriends will find me and my ex-wife will come looking for the alimony I haven't been sending her, not to mention the child support for the children that I'm still not completely convinced are mine. As you see I've haven't been very forthright with you and I guess now you're getting a good idea why. But, hey, I'm free as a bird now and this bird you will not change. So how's that doin' ya?
"Free Fallin'": She's a good girl, loves her momma, loves Jesus and America, too. She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis and the more I think about her the more I realize that her tastes don't really reflect anything that I myself as an aging rocker really relate to whatsoever. Her mother seems all right, but this thing she's got for horses isn't really my speed and I'm not really into this religious thing to be honest with you. She looks good in pictures, though, and that's probably the real reason I'm tolerating all this other nonsense if you must know the truth.
Neil Young, "Hey, Hey, My, My": Hey, hey, my my, rock n' roll can never die, unless of course the music industry should suddenly happen upon this thing in the future that for our purposes we will call, oh, "the Internet," which will allow for the easy reproduction and distribution of sound files that coupled with the lack of any long-range artist development could then put this fine genre of music into serious peril. That and maybe it'll just get old like everything else.