Interesting way of looking at it. Not necessarily saying I completely agree, but you bring up good points.

I view males as being more proprietary than women, but that maybe just the males I've encountered. The old what's yours is mine, what's mine is mine - they prove it time and again with screwdrivers.

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I have a pretty cool tool collection myself, and I fiercely guard them as my own.

I think that men are proprietary with their "stuff", but they work better together in groups, and their focus is to get the job done. Women are proprietary with their emotionally-charged possessions (ie their children, their men, their beauty, and other things that they view as distinctly their own). They are more likely to adopt an attitude of everyone else-be-damned. I'm not saying it's a bad trait, it just seems to be a female one.

Both. Lyrics without a good tune aint squat. But, the converse isn't true. You can have a good tune without lyrics.

There are some songs that appeal to me greatly because the lyrics speak to me. Others appeal to me greatly because the tune moves me. And still others appeal to me for both reasons.

Examples off the top of my head:

Lyrics appeal to me: Desperado (Eagle), Landslide (Fleetwood Mac), Ghost (Indigo Girls), Prince of Darkness (Indigo Girls)

Lyrics and tune appeal to me: Gypsy (Shakira), Desert Rose (Sting), Hotel California (Eagles), Joker (Steve Miller), Love Shack (B52s)

Tune appeals to me: Little Wing (Stevie Ray Vaughan), Red House (Jimi Hendrix), anything by Pharoah's Daughter since it's in Yiddish and Hebrew and I don't understand a word of it, Or anything by Khaled or Cheb Mami for the same reasons (different language), some classical music

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That's true, which is one of the reasons I mentioned that when I hear a tune that I don't particularly care for, I will come to love the song if the lyrics appeal to me.

I'm new, but I'll participate in this question to give you one more sample.

I listen to music for the music, don't care about lyrics hardly at all. And I'm a guy.

Just an example, I've heard "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin about 800 times and I can probably hum everything thru, including the guitar solo.

Ask me the lyrics on it and I can't even remember the first verse.

"There a lady who sure
That the healthcare bill sucks
And she's buying insurance for many"

Possible literary license used...

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Quizz Kid

The old rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight
Unfashionable to the end, drank his ale too light
Death's head belt buckle, yesterday's dreams, the transport caf' prophet of doom
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom

Cut along the dotted line, slip in, seal the flap
Postal competition crazy, though you wear the dunce's cap
Win a fortnight in Ibiza, line up for the big hand out
You'll never know unless you try, what winning's all about
Be a quizz kid, be a whizz kid
Yeah, be a quizz kid, be a

Six days later there's a rush telegram
Drop everything and telephone this number if you can
It's a free trip down to London for a weekend of high life
They'll wine you, dine you, undermine you - better not bring a wife
Be a quizz kid, be a whizz kid
Be a quizz kid, be

It's a try out for a quiz show that millions watch each week
Following the fate and fortunes of contestants as they speak
Answerable to everyone, responsible to all
Publicly dissected - brain cells spattered on the walls
Of encyclopedic knowledge - may be barbaric but it's fun
As the clock ticks away a lifetime, hold your head up to the gun
Of a million cathode ray tubes aimed at your tiny skull
May you find sweet inspiration, may your memory not be dull
May you rise to dizzy success, may your wit be quick and strong
May you constantly amaze us, may your answers not be wrong
May your head be on your shoulders, may your tongue be in your cheek
And most of all we pray that you may come back next week
Be a quizz kid, yeah, be a whizz kid, be
Quizz kid, yeah, whizz kid
Quizz kid, whizz kid
Quizz kid, whizz kid

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Heavy Horses

Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
An October's day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest seasoning
Last of the line at an honest day's toil
Turning the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the nostrils plunder.

The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
with the Shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
to bed on a warm straw coating.

Heavy Horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
Now you're down to the few
And there's no work to do
The tractor's on its way.

Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
to keep the old line going.
And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood
behind the young trees growing
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
and your eighteen hands at the shoulder
And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
and the nights are seen to draw colder
They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power
your noble grace and your bearing
And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
in the wake of the deep plough, sharing.

Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.

Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
across these acres glistening
like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
as the heavy horses thunder by
to wake the dying city
with the living horseman's cry
At once the old hands quicken ---
bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---
thrill to the sound of all
the heavy horses coming home.

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Music first, then the lyrics.

Big Progressive rock fan (prolly the only progressive thing I like ) Mainly Yes.

I sort of dig that. Lyrics that are way out there but music that is incredibly technical and just down right rockin.