A recent study from the EU has shown that contemporary song lyrics have gotten simpler, more repetitive, angrier and more self-obsessed over the last 40 years. To the surprise of no one.

The researchers analyzed the lyrics from more than 12,000 English-language songs across several genres from 1980 to 2020.

Senior study author Eva Zangerle, an expert at Austria’s University of Innsbruck, declined to single out an individual artist for having simple lyrics [there are too many…]

But Dr. Zangerle emphasized that lyrics are often a “mirror of society” which reflect how a culture’s values, emotions and preoccupations change over time.

So there you go: our society has no values and it lacks emotions or empathy. We’re a bunch of soulless, self-obsessed narcissists, preoccupied with social media and buying a bunch of worthless crap.

Song lyrics have also become more self-obsessed; with words such as “me” or “mine” being used more frequently than in the past. No surprises there.

For the study, in the journal Scientific Reports, “Song lyrics have become simpler and more repetitive over the last five decades,” the researchers looked at the emotions expressed in lyrics, how many different and complicated words were used, and how often they were repeated.

Professor Zangerle explained that across all musical genres, lyrics have had a tendency to become more simple and more repetitive.

That ‘dumbing-down’ program has worked to perfection here in the good ole USA. The unwashed masses eat this shit up…music for the Lowest Common Denominator.

The study also confirmed previous research which had shown a decrease in positive, joyful lyrics over time and a rise in those that express anger, disgust or sadness. Rap music was predictably more angry than the other genres.

Surprise, surprise! This is part of the reason why our society is so violent, ignorant and totally unhinged. The aggro is pounded into their skulls day and night.

So many people listen to that shit; it amazes me. It literally scrambles the brain…the ELF sound waves; the number of beats per minute; the frequency and the random noises and sound effects are all scientifically proven to put the masses into a trace state so that they can be more easily controlled.

Previous research has also suggested that people tend to listen to music more in the background these days. What passes for popular music today is basically meant to be something to listen to at the gym or while walking the dog. As long as it has a steady beat people can dance or work out to it, the masses are happy. But that doesn’t mean it’s any good.

Beyoncé’s latest offering, TEXAS HOLD ‘EM covers all the bases!

I mean, I don’t even have to hear this fucking song to know how awful it is. But I saw the promotional video on the Super Bowl halftime show and it was awful. People of this generation really have no concept of what “dumbing-down” means because they’re dumb. Duh.

The quality of pop music has devolved to the point where pop music is basically made for monkeys now. This is monkey music that appeals to the tastes of monkeys in a zoo, which ironically line up almost perfectly with the tastes of the semi-retarded American primates who wouldn’t know quality if it hit them in the face.

The absolute lowest of the lowest common denominator: that is the target audience here. They come in all shapes, sizes and colors.

Look, we have to be honest with ourselves if we are ever to overcome this grotesque, corporate mandated mediocrity that has crept into every corner and every facet of this soul-destroying, shareholder-driven society; a life devoid of beauty, love, compassion, without soul or substance.

Why do you think young people are committing suicide in droves? They can see there’s no future…and there isn’t.

Umerkins reject quality because they can’t recognize it anymore. They demand mediocrity because it’s comfortable and familiar. The ability to discern anything remotely resembling quality in the USA was destroyed long ago by social media and totally rewired by ceaseless corporate propaganda.

TEXAS HOLD ‘EM: It took six people to come up with this garbage. Seriously. How much money do you think these corporate tools make, living out there in Malibu and Beverly Hills with their walled-in communities and their swimming pools and their Maserati’s? Are they proud of themselves? One has to wonder. Do they really believe in their “product?”

Here is yet another case of utterly incompetent people who have convinced themselves that what they do is “art.” Hello, Dunning-Kruger.

Who knows? More than likely they are just there for the paycheck. Because good lord, they can’t POSSIBLY think this fake country song isn’t a total and utter piece of shit.

Any way you look at it, this song is essentially about NOTHING. It certainly has nothing to do with cowboys or country anything.

Okay, it mentions Texas. Is that supposed to make it a fucking country song? I guess there’s a ‘hoedown’ in there somewhere, too. Wow, those are pretty low standards…if that’s what qualifies as ‘country.’

And REAL cowboys drive pickup trucks – not a fucking Lexus! WTF?

I mean really…it took six people to come up with this? C’mon, man!

Our analysis brings us to the first clear example of inane lyrics with a repetitive chorus:

And I’ll be damned if I can’t slow dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too

These themes are explored ad nauseam throughout TEXAS HOLD ‘EM. Blatantly stealing a line from the Def Leppard song to boot…repeatedly…genius!

But far more sinister is the marketing campaign for this “song.”

Beyoncé’s promotional photo for COWBOY CARTER shows a [barely] Black woman, wearing a red, white and blue [mostly white] leather outfit, with a white cowboy hat, flowing white hair, riding a white horse, holding a huge fucking American flag! WTF, right?

No one bats a fucking eye.

People, this is clearly an attempt at social engineering and some sort of subtle mind control programming reinforcement. Madonna went through the “Cowboy” phase, too. Katy Perry? Most current pop stars have sucked Satan’s cock and gone ‘country’ at some point in their careers…

The cowboy motif is all about white imperialism, conquering male power, the genocide of native Americans, John Wayne, God bless America, we’re number one, wave the flag, yadda yadda ya…

Got to reinforce the fake patriotism programming and submission to the hyper-militarized police state!

Patriotic programming is the easiest to manipulate. People want to feel good about their place of origin. Unfortunately, as Americans we have absolutely NO REASON to feel good about our place of origin.

It’s all meant to bolster the programming the Gen Z’s have experienced since birth. They are the first generation to have been born and raised addicted to social media. A hive mentality was easy enough to create and then reinforce and manipulate through movies, TV and popular music. Their tastes have been created FOR them. And it shows.

Beyoncé is about as black as anyone in this country wants to get. I don’t understand how people can try to claim that TEXAS HOLD ‘EM is some stroke of fucking genius. Those people are hacks whose job it is to promote THE MOST HORRENDOUS SHIT and call it brilliant. To me it all seems like another cynical ploy to make people believe that this song is some kind of “crossover” sensation in another lame attempt to bring in more fans = more revenue.

But now, Let’s take a closer look at this piece of shit everyone is so gaga about. Let’s talk about repetition. Let’s talk about simple, incredibly stupid lyrics. Let’s talk about lyrics that are self-obsessed and angry and violent…

But don’t take MY word for it – HERE ARE THE ACTUAL LYRICS:

This ain’t Texas (woo), ain’t no hold ’em (hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down
So park your Lexus (woo) and throw your keys up (hey)
Stick around, ’round, ’round, ’round, ’round (stick around) – – – [stupid, self-obsessed; repetition]
And I’ll be damned if I can’t slow dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too

It’s a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Don’t be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo, huh (woo)
There’s a tornado (there’s a tornado) in my city (in my city)
Hit the basement (hit the basement), that shit ain’t pretty (shit ain’t pretty)
Rugged whiskey (rugged whiskey) ’cause we survivin’ (’cause we survivin’) – – – [WTF? Stupid!]
Off red cup kisses, sweet redemption, passin’ time, yeah
Ooh, one step to the right
We headin’ to the dive bar we always thought was nice
Ooh, run me to the left
Then spin me in the middle, boy, I can’t read your mind
This ain’t Texas (woo), ain’t no hold ’em (hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down
So park your Lexus (woo) and throw your keys up (hey) – – – [repetition…self-centered, violence…]
Stick around, ’round, ’round, ’round, ’round (stick around)
And I’ll be damned if I can’t slow dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too
It’s a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Don’t be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (woo)
And I’ll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some liquor on me, honey too

It’s a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Don’t be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (woo) – – – [violent language…]

Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo – – – [repetition…simple lyrics…]
Woo-hoo

There’s a heatwave (there’s a heatwave) coming at us (coming at us)
Too hot to think straight (too hot to think straight)
Too cold to panic (cold to panic)
All of the problems just feel dramatic (just feel dramatic)
And now we’re runnin’ to the first spot that we find, yeah
Ooh, one step to the right
We headin’ to the dive bar we always thought was nice
Ooh, you run to the left
Just with me in the middle, boy, I can’t read your mind
This ain’t Texas (woo), ain’t no hold ’em (hey) – – – [just plain stupid..!]

So lay your cards down, down, down, down, oh
So park your Lexus (hey), throw your keys up (hey)
Stick around, ’round, ’round, ’round, ’round (stick around)
And I’ll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey, too

It’s a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Don’t be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (woo)
And I’ll be damned if I cannot dance with you – – – [violence, anger…]
Come pour some liquor on me honey, too – – – [self-obsession, repetition; insipid lyrics…]
It’s a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Don’t be a-, come take it to the floor now, ooh
Take it to the floor now, ooh
Hoops, spurs, boots
To the floor now, ooh
Tuck, back, oops (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Shoot
Come take it to the floor now, ooh
And I’ll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me too
Furs, spurs, boots
Solargenic[?], photogenic, shoot

[Huh? I rest my case.]