The single cover kind of tips you off, but still . . .
As Evil was tooling down the road from the mountains yesterday, “Crazy” by Gnarls Barkley popped up on his iPod. For the first time, Evil noticed the lyrics—and realized that they’re actually about being, you know, crazy. Crazy crazy.
Evil had always assumed the lyrics were about some woman making Cee-Lo craaaaaaazy. Seems a reasonable assumption, right? It was insanely popular in the clubs, and most Top 40 songs aren’t about mental incapacity and breakdowns. But there are tons of songs about women making men crazy, or crazy women and the men who love/fear them, or the craziness of romance in general.
But no—he’s talking about insanity. Madness. Humours.
This strikes Evil not only as odd, but as a warning sign, a shot over the bow of his identity, his sense of self. Time was, lyrics were absolutely the most important aspect of a song to him. The greatest music in the world could be ruined by one idiotic turn of phrase. Conversely, a clever line could elevate what was otherwise an unremarkable tune. (See: the more recent Old 97’s catalog.)
Yet the lyrical content of one of the most overplayed singles in recent memory had completely passed the Evil by.
This begs the question: has Evil lost some part of the edge that made him, well, Evil? Or have more pressing matters conspired to render something as silly as song lyrics insignificant in the grand scheme of things?
Something to ponder. It probably doesn’t matter much either way. But at the same time, Evil is somewhat depressed that he might simply nod along to monumentally stupid lyrics rather than cackle Evilly at them. Is life really worth living if you don’t notice
My car go,
by the immortal Notorious B.I.G.? (And people say this guy was one of the best rappers ever. Yeesh.)