Don’t your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won’t snow and the sun won’t shine
It’s hard to tell the night time from the day
Continue reading “Desperado” by Eagles
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Everybody said, “What’s that sound?” It’s actually hard to decide what part of this metaphor is more broken. Aside from the simple grammatical error of the first line (people do not say questions, they ask them), there’s also the second line’s apparent belief that sounds are in fact solid objects. And, considering what skillets are usually used for, possibly edible ones as well. Believe it or not, the rest of the song may actually be more disturbing, but only for its implication that James Reyne is the evil Queen from Snow White – why else would he implore his mirror not to lie? “I’m always traveling, I love being free, I’ve never really understood the attractions of this song (although I know every word of the Chaser’s parody version). But I guess I’m just unAustralian or unpatriotic or something. But seriously, does Peter Allan honestly believe that they don’t have the sun or the sea in other countries? I mean, obviously that man has seen the inside of way too many tanning salons, but does he really think that’s where every non-Aussie’s tan comes from?
In the year 7510 In the year 8510 Continue reading “In The Year 2525″ by Zager and Evans Welcome to the first installment of the Daft Lyrics Database. Today’s lyric is: “Won’t you just tell Babydaddy: I’m gonna need his love” Seriously, Jake, tell him yourself – he’s the bearded dude at the piano behind you. Actually, come to think of it Mr. Shears, he’s your boyfriend, and has been for years. If he hasn’t worked out yet that you need his love, there’s a serious communication breakdown in your relationship. On the plus side, now that you’ve told the world about this – passive-aggressive much? – he probably does know. I assume you are now getting all the love you need, but if not, well, hey, be the man that you know you are. My email address is at the bottom of the page, cutie
“Tell me, are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down Let’s go crazy Even for a pop lyricist, the purple one has a style that can best be described as idiosyncratic. The degree to which his metaphors are inscrutably personal is rivalled only by Andrew Eldritch and William Burroughs. And the manner in which he writes his lyrics shows either a terrifying disregard for correct spelling, or an eerie presience of text messaging (or TXT MSG, if you prefer). That said, it’s hard not to have certain suspicions as to the identity of the purple banana…
“I looked out this morning and the sun was gone” More Than a Feeling is actually pretty close to perfect song. But you have to get past that first line… …and the first line is a terrifyingly broken metaphor. After all, the sun rising in the sky is pretty much the definition of the morning, so it’s hard to see how it could really be morning. Boston’s faith in the ability of rock ‘n’ roll to restore the sun to the sky is kinda touching, tho’.
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