The words matter alot to me ... maybe because religion/ethics may be my big thing. Once in college I was at a campus dance with my then-girlfriend and the dj put on a song that I considered was especially morally objectionable, so I didn't want to participate in that particular song. GF said her approach sometimes was to just let the words slide and enjoy the music. (We both had musical backgrounds.)
Years later I was attending a folk festival with another young woman I was interested in (a friend), and the performers started singing a song in honor of the Hindu goddess Kali, and encouraged the audience to sing along with them. We were both reasonably devout Christians -- in fact, met through church -- so I felt I didn't wish to, while she did, for reasons similar to the above.
More recently I've sometimes found myself out somewhere, where the sound system was playing oldies rock songs, eg from the 1950s. I wasn't alive then, but heard more of them as a child or adolescent on the radio than since. And since I've become more aware of, say, sexual matters, since then, now I hear some of those songs for the first time in decades, and am shocked at what was sometimes said or clearly alluded to in them -- as well as, "Wow, what did I think this song was about?! !!" Generic romance, I thought ... not necessarily all-but-graphic detail.... Not just the well-known ones like "Under the Boardwalk," "Double Shot of my Baby's Love," etc., but just about anything it seems.
And very recently because of a health problem, I've spent an inordinate amount of time in a particular supermarket chain whose sound system plays the same couple hundred pop songs from the last couple decades, over and over and over, and I eventually wondered how we're programming ourselves thereby, especially employees of such places. And of course songs haven't gotten any *less* provocative since the '50s: "Lay down beside me, lay down beside me, lay down beside me, lay down beside me...." I'm not completely inexperienced in that area, but Shoot! In a family supermarket?!?!?
I guess it's hard for me to reconcile myself to disregarding the words when I question them in ways I have always considered important. Not impossible: There are probably a few classic rock songs -- '60s-70s -- where the music is so skillful and fun to listen to for me that I don't let myself get too worked-up over the words.
Is it just a matter of musical (accompaniment) taste in the end?!
---Pete