backmasking

           My opinion on back masking is that in some cases it is done on purpose and is hinting to mostly to demonic messages but also in some cases can allude to a positive message.  In several songs by Eminem he shows that he is able to take on anything and is there for his family, contradictory to that is stairway to heaven that talks about 666 and kids suffering. This shows that yes, back masking is real, but I also feel that some of the examples are forced and don’t actually say what is played backwards and that it is just white noise.

            I’m sure that some artists find it amusing to turn their song and flip it to make lyrics and in some cases they even acknowledge it, as in Empty Spaces by Pink Floyd “Hello, hunters. Congratulations. You've just discovered the secret message. Please send your answer to Old Pink, care of the funny farm, Chalfont." (voice in background) "Roger! Carolyne is on the phone!". Others subtly put in their lyrics back masked noises, Such as “Another one Bites the Dust”, inverted, says “it’s fun to smoke marijuana”.  I find this intriguing and also very impressive that a musician is able to flip his words and construct sentences in reverse. I had a hard enough time trying to write a coherent song, never mind throwing in some reverse language.

            In conclusion, keep playing songs backwards and find some awesome back masked lyrics for a crazy and interesting project. In my own opinion, I find it entertaining and that it keeps me interested on the topic on hand. On the flip side I’m getting distracted by all the hype around the lyrics, for instance in The Beatles music, they told about Paul McCartney’s death and around these findings I took off on several different paths of distraction.  

plagarism in music

Plagiarism is the practice of taking someone else’s work or ideas and passing them off as one’s own

Johnny Cash vs Gordon Jenkins

This particular case hit the courts, but was settled out of court. The original song in question was recorded on a concept album called Seven Dreams, the song in question was part of the ‘Second Dream: The Conductor”. When the lyrics to the two songs are compared side by side, there is no question that they are kissing cousins. Though Johnny Cash’s version is more fine tuned and shows more experienced talent, some of the lines are word for word and some of them have a word or two difference. It took fifteen years, from the release date of Johnny Cash’s version, for Gordon Jenkins, the original song. owner to sue. The 1968 out of court settlement approached the hundred thousand mark.

http://www.fairwagelawyers.com/most-famous-music-copyright-infringment.html 

The kinks picture booth -> greenday warning

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjDu3E5zDks

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eebfMFzJHNs&ob=av2e

During the entirety of the Greenday song, Warning, the combination of sounds and rhythm is directly prevalent in the beginning of the song, Picture Booth, by The Kinks.  Furthermore, the cadence of the lyrics in Warning also resembles although does not exactly match, the delivery by The Kinks. So far, no such lawsuit has been filed by The Kinks. this may be because they are all dead, dont care,, was used legally or consider Greenday's use of their rhythm an ode to their song and timelessness.

milk and cereal

BEEP BEEP BEEP. The loud annoying noise of my alarm clock jolts my body from its deep half drunken slumber to an all out dash to crush the button residing atop the noisy box. BEEP BEEP BEEP. The noise happens again; this time sluggishly I smash my lumbering hand down upon the box, catching a corner sending it scurrying to the end of its cord. Nine minutes later BEEP BEEP BEEP. This time in a rage I rip the cord from the wall and slowly return to my original resting place. I can’t get back to sleep, a pounding headache bangs the sides of my head to the same rhythmic beep my alarm clock had just minutes before.  GOD DAMN I think. I roll out of bed, slip on my L.L.Bean moccasins, and meander towards the door. My vision is blurred and it is early, making every step difficult, for I haven’t cleaned my room and hoards of dirty laundry obstruct my path to the door. In a Heisman like leap I bound over the clean clothes basket, still yet to be put away, and land on last night’s freshest gear, a pair of roll down Timberland boots and a balled Jordan sweatshirt twisting my ankle and projecting me at my dresser.  Somehow I catch myself mid flight and open my door to enter the rest of the house.

           I cross the hall and slowly open the door creakily to the bathroom and slide in. The sink is dripping slowly making my headache so much worse. I shut it off and move on. I stagger my achy body infront of the toilet and aim, fire! Standing there like a firefighter infront of a blaze I paitently wait to be done. I stand there for what seems like 5 minutes, zip up and leave, all I can think about is food!

I turn left and walk down the stairs groggily, unknowing of the cans and red cups a strewn amongst the stairs and hallway I cut my pinky toe on the rim of an empty Budweiser can. Pissed off, bloody, tired, and hangover I continue to stroll down my stairs. Slowly I turn and see three of my cousins sprawled out sleeping on what use to be my couch. The backing of the couch is broken on the left side making the cousins warp at a very awkward angle. On the floor are many pillows from the couch and on top of each pillow is an unkempt ball of hair, attached to a very pale person. I look through the window and see uncle Jerry in a kiddy pool dead asleep. Awesome……

I walk up to my guests and gently kick each one of them in the side, watching them jolt from a slumber to an errect, groggy possition brings me a sort of awkward pleasure.  Each of them reacting in their own personality, one angry, one complaining, one just rolls back over. Each person waking has the same exact thoughts as me, FOOD.

            I have come to the conclusion that im not going to let any of my guests leave until every scrap of this mess is cleaned up. But first, breakfast! All I can think of is,

Milk and cereal (milk and cereal)

Milk and cereal (cereal and milk)

Milk and cereal (cereal, cereal)

Milk and cereal (cereal and milk)

Cereal and milk (x12)

Milk and Cereal.............. Milk and Cereal

(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........)(x2)

I don't want my Wheaties, give ‘em to the needy

Feeelin' kinda greedy, I keep them for myself

I keep them for myself (x7)

No Grapenuts.........

For Grandma......... (Grandma eats a bran muffin)

Mom likes Special K.........

You can't pinch an inch

You can't pinch an inch (x5)

They're magically delicious............

Keep your hands off my Lucky Charms

(pink hearts, yellow moons, blue diamonds (blue diamonds), green clovers)

A is for Apple, J is for Jack

You step on a crack, and you'll break your Mama's back

Rice Krispies, Franken Berries

(Oooh, Boo Berries)

Milk and cereal (milk and cereal)

Milk and cereal (cereal and milk)

Milk and cereal (milk and cereal)

Milk and cereal (cereal and milk)

Milk and cereal (milk and cereal)

Milk and cereal (cereal and milk)

Milk and cereal (milk and cereal)

Milk and cereal (cereal and milk)

Milk and stereo (stereo, stereo)

Milk and Cereal (cereal and milk) (x5)

Milk and Cheerio-eo-eo-eo……… (Cheerio-eo-eo-eo-eo-eo............(x4))

In the morning at the table (milk and cereal milk and cereal)

Snap, crackle, pop

Snap, crackle, pop (x6)

(Pop……….)

Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs

Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs (x7)

Trix are for kids

Trix are for kids (x10)

In the morning.......

At your table......

Milk and Cereal........ (x2)

Cereal And Milk......

Milk and Cereal.......

Cereal And Milk......

In the morning.......

At your table......

Milk and Cereal........ (x2)

Cereal And Milk......

Milk and Cereal.......

Cereal And Milk......

No Grapenuts..............

For Grandma (Grandma eat a bran muffin)