The music I like changes with my moods, but for the most part, when I’m listening to music, it is because I want to get pumped (it’s early in the morning and I’m tired, it’s the end of a long day at work and I want to blow off some steam, I am headed to the gym and need to get hyped to punch and/or be punched in the face). I know we’ve done annoying songs before, but you know what song gets me less pumped than any other? “The Crow and the Butterfly” by Shinedown (see for yourself).
I can’t put my finger on exactly what it is that I don’t like. Part of it is that it reminds me of about a billion other big-hair 80’s ballads that I didn’t like then, and I don’t like now. But more than that, it’s the fact that I don’t think the lyrics make any sense. At all. And this bothers me.
I’m all for simile; I use the technique all the time. But the way the singer keeps referring, not even to “a crow chasing a butterfly,” but “the crow chasing the butterfly,” like as though this phenomenon occurs all the time, and everyone is supposed to think “oh yeah, the crow chasing the butterfly, I get what he’s trying to say,” it is driving me crazy.
Helped not at all by the fact that the local rock station plays the song incessantly.
I am no expert, but I don’t think crows eat butterflies. I have seen them eating carrion and garbage. I did some research, and it looks like they eat corn and small animals. Not too picky though, kind of just opportunists. Scavengers. I’ll bet they would even eat some insects if they got the chance. But crows are also supposed to be very smart. I don’t see them wasting time chasing a teeny and unsatisfying butterfly when they could just munch on a smashed possum carcass.
And, even assuming for a second that crows did chase butterflies (maybe not for food, but just for fun, I don’t know), the lyrics still don’t make any sense. The song seems like it is talking about losing a loved on, someone that is slipping away, and the singer is just a little too late, but how that relates in any way to this crow chasing the butterfly escapes me completely.
Maybe I just have too much time on my hands, and too much pent up frustration. I need some whale singing music. Or a pleasant little book on tape. I’m not trying to rip on Shinedown’s manliness or artistic cred. Or even the Shinedown singer’s hair (too easy). Maybe I’m just missing something. Can someone help me out?