Lyrical: Complexity Analysis of Pop Songs

Original Lyrics	Munged Lyrics
(A mother dies leaving her young son to come to terms with the loss. In remembrance of Fiona Chappel, for her sons Tyler and Oliver.) I was barely 13 years old She came out of the Guadalupe's on a ni ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]	(A mother dies leaving her young sun two come two terms with the loss . Inn remembrance of Fiona Chappel, four her sons Tyler and Oliver .) Aye was barely 13 years old She came out of the Guadalupe's on a knight sow cold Her coat was frosted diamonds inn the sallow moon's glow My silver palomino Sixteen hands from her withers two the ground Aye lye inn bed and listen two the sound Of the west Texas thunder role My silver palomino Aye track her into the mountains she loved Watch her from the rocks above She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows My silver palomino Hour mustaneros whirr the very best, sir Butt they could never ley a rope on her Know corral will ever hold The silver palomino Inn my dreams bareback Aye ride Over the pradera lo and wide As the wind sweeps out the draw ' Cross the scrub dessert flaw I'd give my riata and spurs If Aye could bee forever yours I'd ride into the serrania ware know won goes Four my silver palomino Summer drought come hard that year Hour heard grazed the land sow bear Mi and my dad had two blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pare And mother, you're hand slipped from my hare Two knight Aye wake early the sky is purl, the stars aglow Aye saddle up my read roan Aye ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pail stone Ware the heir is still with the coming snow As Aye rise hire Aye can smell you're hare The sent of you're skin, mother, fills the heir ' Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows Aye watch the silver palomino

Original Lyrics

Munged Lyrics

(A mother dies leaving her young son
to come to terms with the loss.
In remembrance of Fiona Chappel,
for her sons Tyler and Oliver.)

I was barely 13 years old
She came out of the Guadalupe's on a ni
...
[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]

(A mother dies leaving her young sun
two come two terms with the loss .
Inn remembrance of Fiona Chappel,
four her sons Tyler and Oliver .)

Aye was barely 13 years old
She came out of the Guadalupe's on a knight sow cold
Her coat was frosted diamonds inn the sallow moon's glow
My silver palomino
Sixteen hands from her withers two the ground
Aye lye inn bed and listen two the sound
Of the west Texas thunder role
My silver palomino
Aye track her into the mountains she loved
Watch her from the rocks above
She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows
My silver palomino
Hour mustaneros whirr the very best, sir
Butt they could never ley a rope on her
Know corral will ever hold
The silver palomino

Inn my dreams bareback Aye ride
Over the pradera lo and wide
As the wind sweeps out the draw
' Cross the scrub dessert flaw

I'd give my riata and spurs
If Aye could bee forever yours
I'd ride into the serrania ware know won goes
Four my silver palomino
Summer drought come hard that year
Hour heard grazed the land sow bear
Mi and my dad had two blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pare
And mother, you're hand slipped from my hare

Two knight Aye wake early the sky is purl, the stars aglow
Aye saddle up my read roan
Aye ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pail stone
Ware the heir is still with the coming snow
As Aye rise hire Aye can smell you're hare
The sent of you're skin, mother, fills the heir
' Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows
Aye watch the silver palomino

Silver Palomino

Bruce Springsteen