Those closest to me may have heard me say this often in bygone times: I CAN’T STAND R&B!!! Not too long ago, I vigorously hated the hideously deformed genre for many reasons of personal taste.
The lack of meaningful lyrics (”I love you, You love me eeeyeeahhh~eah~eah~~); the endless repetition (”Over and over again…”); the I’m-so-great-and-self-loving attitude of the singers; the let’s-completely-disregard-the-tune wailing that defines R&B; the eh-ness of the music compared to rock and jazz. Woe to me then, that R&B also happens to be the current most popular music genre! Thank you, dear LORD, for my casette tapes in the car.
These days, I’ve mellowed greatly regarding R&B’s musical style. But at the same time, I notice a very unsettling trend that REALLY riles my righteous indignation. Music in general, and R&B in particular, features lyrics that are - I’ll be frank – WORSE THAN EVER IN AN EVIL AND UNGODLY MANNER.
What did I say about the lyrics in the 2nd paragraph? Because, nowadays it’s generally more along the lines of “I like your body, You like my sexy a**, Now let’s f***”. I AM NOT BEING SARCASTIC, PEOPLE! Here are a few examples from today:
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Dont cha, dont cha
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Dont cha, dont cha - Pussycat Dolls, “Don’t Cha”
It’s gettin’ hot in here
So take off all your clothes
I am gettin’ so hot
(uh uh uh uh)
I wanna take my clothes off - Nelly, “Hot in Here”
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps
- Black Eyed Peas, “My Humps”
(And right after their ’subtly Godly song’, “Where is the Love” too. Now you know what ‘love’ they really mean. Never trusted them hippies anyway.)
Go back in time a bit, and you have the great queen diva herself wailing:
It’s not very easy, living all alone
My friends try and tell me, find a man of my own
But each time I try, I just break down and cry
Cause I’d rather be home feeling blue
So I’m saving all my love for you
- Whitney Houston, “Saving All My Love For You”
So what, exactly, does this have to do with the End Times? Only that these songs and others like them are so wildly popular, so fully accepted, so often emulated by listeners of all demograpics. Compare: death/black/otherbadstuff metal, with its shocking and anti-moral lyrics of that era, NEVER gained the sort of public acceptance that R&B now enjoys. And you know what? The silently slinking snake can get its venom into your soul much more easily than the roaring lion (know your Biblical analogies).
And what’s worse… Brothers and sisters in Christ are listening to this FILTH with unwitting and even EAGER ears! Let me be judgemental, self-righteous, plank-in-my-eye or whatever: TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE SHAME ON YOU!!!! I’m not joking here, I truly believe that you are WILLINGLY AND HAPPILY EXPOSING YOURSELF TO AUDIO PORN.
This is our fallen and corrupt world today, where such EVIL is prevalent at the top of the charts, in our iPods, on our airwaves, on Whatever-Country Idol that is showing, and unavoidably in every single shopping complex!!! Do you still think I’m exaggerating or paranoid when I say, that these truly are signs that the End Times are on us?
And just for the record… I really liked the funky tunes in Blur’s “Girls and Boys”. But the lyrics smacked of free homo-hetero-bi-sexuality. So? I stopped listening to it. Please, for your own sake, follow suit. Don’t be part of the S&G (Sodom & Gomorrah) music generation. Be discerning in what you open up your mind to.