hey, i need to do a presentation on intertextualization...and i need to choose one poem or song to do my presentation on. any good examples? one that not only refers to things in society or culture but also refers to lines or ideas brought up in other songs/poems? right now i'm thinking of doing it on "Nice To Know You" by Incubus...because it refers to Uri Gellar, Nebulas, the phrase "pins and needles," and Coustou...but i'm looking for something that refers to another song as well. any help would be greatly appreciated...oh, and preferably rock music.
Once upon a time Not so long ago Tommy used to work on the docks Union’s been on strike He’s down on his luck...it’s tough, so tough Gina works the diner all day Working for her man, she brings home her pay For love - for love She says we’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got ’cause it doesn’t make a difference If we make it or not We’ve got each other and that’s a lot For love - we’ll give it a shot Chorus: Whooah, we’re half way there Livin’ on a prayer Take my hand and we’ll make it - I swear Livin’ on a prayer Tommy’s got his six string in hock Now he’s holding in what he used To make it talk - so tough, it’s tough Gina dreams of running away When she cries in the night Tommy whispers baby it’s okay, someday We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got ’cause it doesn’t make a difference If we make it or not We’ve got each other and that’s a lot For love - we’ll give it a shot Chorus We’ve got to hold on ready or not You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got Chorus
I don't know if this song has *exactly* what you are looking for, but it might: They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom For trying to change the system from within I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin I'm guided by a signal in the heavens I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin I'd really like to live beside you, baby I love your body and your spirit and your clothes But you see that line there moving through the station? I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin I don't like your fashion business mister And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin I don't like what happened to my sister First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin I'd really like to live beside you, baby ... And I thank you for those items that you sent me The monkey and the plywood violin I practiced every night, now I'm ready First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin I am guided Ah remember me, I used to live for music Remember me, I brought your groceries in Well it's Father's Day and everybody's wounded First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
All of us get lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars All of us do time in the gutter Dreamers turn to look at the cars is from a Rush song called The Pass from Presto. It's a song about teen suicide but that line is a paraphrase of "All of us are standing in the mud, but some of us are looking at the stars" by Oscar Wilde.
This one references a few songs you might have heard of... Glass Onion I told you about strawberry fields, You know the place where nothing is real. Well here's another place you can go, Where everything flows. Looking through the bent backed tulips, To see how the other half live. Looking through a glass onion. I told you about the walrus and me-man, You know that we're as close as can be-man. Well here's another clue for you all, The walrus was Paul. Standing on the cast iron shore-yeah, Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet-yeah. Looking through a glass onion. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. Looking through a glass onion. I told you about the fool on the hill, I tell you man he living there still. Well here's another place you can be, Listen to me. john: i buried paul Fixing a hole in the ocean, Trying to make a dove-tail joint-yeah. Looking through a glass onion.
Here's an obscure one... The Revolution Will Not Be Televised You will not be able to stay home, brother. You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials, Because the revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts without commercial interruptions. The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia. The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal. The revolution will not get rid of the nubs. The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother. There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run, or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance. NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32 or report from 29 districts. The revolution will not be televised. There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process. There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving For just the proper occasion. Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day. The revolution will not be televised. There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news and no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose. The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be right back after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people. You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl. The revolution will not go better with Coke. The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath. The revolution will put you in the driver's seat. The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised. The revolution will be no re-run brothers; The revolution will be live. Gil Scott-Heron
3814, If you are looking for a song that talks about another song in its lyrics, here's an example of that for you: There was heat in the air And cops everywhere you looked So there wasn't a lot And the breaks that you got You know you took And I remember wonderin' Where you been The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in They were playin' "Desolation Row" On the radio The night Spanish Eddie fell from grace There was amazement on his face On the night that Eddie failed Sanity prevailed It was June or July When the heat from above beat down It was famine or drought When the brothers went out Of syle uptown And we was mixin' Vicks with lemon gin The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in They were playin "Desolation Row" On the radio The night Spanish Eddie made front page His revolution came of age He wrote "Surrender" on the wall The night he took the fall I heard someone say "He's tryin' to fly" Like Eddie used to say We'll do when we die I know someone turned you For a spin The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in They were playin' "Desolation Row" On the radio
MONTEREY ERIC BURDON AND THE ANIMALS In the beginning, the people came and listened some of them came and played others gave flowers away Yes they did, down in Monterey (down in Monterey). The young gods smiles upon the crowd their music being born of love children danced night and day religion was being born down in Monterey. The byrds and the airplane did fly oh ravi shankar's music made me cry the who exploded into fire and light hugh masakelas music was black as night the grateful dead blew everybody's mind jimi hendrix people believe me set the world on fire his majesty prince jones smiled as he moved amongst the crowd ten thousand electric guitars were grovin' real loud you wanna find the truth in life, don't pass music by and you know i would lie, no i would lie, not lie no i would not lie (down in Monterey). Three days of understanding of moving with one another even the cops grooved with us, do you believe me yeah down in Monterey, down in Monterey down in Monterey, down in Monterey I think that maybe I'm dreamin' Monterey, Monterey, down in Monterey can you hear what I say down in Monterey, Monterey.
