You knew it had to happen sooner or later. For every up, there is a down; for every light, there is a shadow; ying has its yang, Jesus has his Satan, Reagan had his Gorbachev, the Red Sox have their Yankees, Spider-Man has his Dr. Octopus, Bill Russell had his Wilt Chamberlain, and great lyricists have their bad. There is a balance to everything; natural rivalries drive the world and keep it spinning. A companion piece to my “Wordsmiths” post, I would now like to highlight some song lyrics, both old and new, that make my sense of literary goodness cringe in pain.
You gotta read this. It’s a good resource for what not to do.