Lyrical

No shame in this blogger's game; I will fully admit, readily confess that "Down On Me" by Jeremih featuring 50 Cent has been on serious repeat, like OCD style/the neighbors think I have an iPod with one song only on it.  However, that is simply not the case.  In fact, until "Down On Me" hijacked them, my sweet at-home-by-myself dance moves were pretty keen on Mumford & Sons' "Little Lion Man".  

I was doing dishes, and I couldn't hit the repeat button again on "Down On Me", and "Little Lion Man" came on.  I like this song, but it pissed me off, not because it interrupted the Jeremih/50 marathon, but because I realized that Mumford kinda wusses out and actually seems to be pretty self-serving and then deigns to get romantic about it and made all of that sound good.  The vast majority of songs ever written (no secret being exposed here) are love songs.  So, even though Mumford tries to be enigmatic and say they won't say what the song is about, I'm gonna go with love 'cause Mumford says (i.e., whines really well): "But it was not your fault but mine/And it was your heart on the line/I really fucked it up this time/Didn't I, my dear?/Didn't I, my...".  He can't even squeak out another "dear".  This guy.  I wouldn't date this guy.  Nope, definitely not.  The contemporary man of this song manages to write off his romantic shortcomings in a catchy melody that exposes his failure, and by throwing in "f*ck" his negative capacity is suddenly simultaneously irresitable--attractive (to the girls) and relatable (to the guys).  Sorry, Mumford; I'm not playing.  I dig the song, but this song is all about a punk move.

In a lyrical rubber-match, I'm taking Jeremih & 50 over Mumford & Sons.  There is no hidden wuss agenda for J & 50; "Down On Me" is as straight up as it gets:  "I love the way you grind with that booty on me/shorty you a dime why you looking lonely/we’ll buy another round and it’s all on me/as long as I’m around put it down on me".  No glorifying f*ucking things up, just plain old glorifying f*cking.  J & 50 even throw a compliment "her" way, call her a 10, use a little classic sweet talk to cajole "her" to put it down.  So, you got Mumford dripping self serving tears into his whiskey at the bar, or you got 50 who's gonna buy the whole next round.  Yup, the odds of this blog are unanimous: the "lyrics from a real man match-up" do not go to Mumford & Sons.  (But I still like them (for their accent (and because who the heck knows what a "mumford" is--points for mystery meat)).

Life sometimes can be lyrical.
Lyrical: –adjective
  having the form and musical quality of a song, and esp. the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings