Couple Copyright Violations

Remarkable the range of concepts, emotions, philosophies and whatnot music can handle, from the refined and crystalline-angelsbreath-delicate to the piledriver-driven ideologies of the underclasses and the compulsively mindlessly rebellious anti-culturalists.

Let's listen to an example of the first, comprising exquisite word play, non-irritating rhymes, emotions of dear nostalgia and innocence lost, from The Fantasticks, © Tom Jones, Harvey Schmidt, 1960[?]:

Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain so yellow

Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a young and a callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow--follow, oh-oh

Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow

Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow-follow, oh-oh

Deep in December it's nice to remember
Although you know the snow will follow
Deep in December it's nice to remember
Without a hurt, the heart is hollow

Deep in December it's nice to remember
The fire of September that made you mellow
Deep in December our hearts should remember
Then follow . . . .

For a wonderful article about the magnificent musical for which this song was written, see https://shar.es/14RSoW.

Then there's Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name":

F.ck you, I won't do what you tell me.
F.ck you, I wont do what you tell me.
F.ck you, I wont do what you tell me.
F.ck you, I wont do what you tell me.
F.ck you, I won't do what you tell me.
F.ck you, I won't do what you tell me.
F.ck you, I won't do what you tell me.
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !!
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !!!
F.CK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME !!!!
FUCK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME,
MOTHERF.CKER !!!! ... UNH ... UNH ... UH!! ....

(Yes, I counted, with a tally sheet.)


Now would this be what's known among insufferable snobs as a "binary opposition"? (Cf. Marcel: "The one sin for which there is no forgiveness--snobbery.")  I think it would be. Is music elastic? I believe it is. Is this a good or a bad thing?


Is there a point in asking? Why? If something exists, it's incomprehensible, sat verbum.