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9:07 a.m. - May 28, 2005 They concurred, and their closing line was this: �Otherwise, an enjoyable pleasure from start to finish � even if Astbury sings "plastic fantastic lobster telephone" at one point�. My head did about a 540 � say what? I don�t remember THAT line. So I tried to find the lyrics on line and sure enough � it�s part of the song �Aphrodisiac Jacket�. Listening to the song and reading the lyrics � the entire song is hilariously wretched. I know Ian Astbury is no T. S. Eliot, but Jeebus! And it sounds like that line is just thrown in there to fit the meter � it makes no sense whatsoever. (Of course, Moose says it doesn�t matter since we just want Astbury to sing �Yeah!� all the time anyway.) Some other choice lines: Cookin� in the kitchen, insects on the bone. Uh, yeah, whatever. You could say that I�m taking the words out of context. Well, there is no context that any of those words make sense. NONE, I tell you! I�ve got about forty sets of song lyrics that I wrote about 10 to 15 years ago (and I�ll expound upon them later this summer), and some of them are fairly lame and misguided. but none of them are that inane. I guess you can get away with it in rock and roll. I then tore through my song collection, and tried to come up with other lyrics that make no sense, really. �Sin�s A Good Man�s Brother� by Grand Funk Railroad is undoubtedly earnest, yet it�s bizzarely nonsensical. And the most frustrating thing, is that the song never tells you what the heck it�s trying to say � it makes allusions to things but it�s never clear what those things are. See for yourself: Written by Mark Farner: Ain't seen a night, things work out right, go by. One just like the other, sin's a good man's brother, but is that right? Can someone give me a road map, here? Anything? Even by trying to put the song in the context of 1970, with a call for revolution and all, it still doesn�t make sense. The first part doesn�t even connect to the second part. And the �tell me that I don�t�� line just slays me. Yeah, way to be radical Mark. What are you talking about anyway � you won�t renew your library card? You won�t take another class to become a Sociology minor? You don�t have enough stamps on your card to get a free Subway? Hello! A more popular head scratcher is �Wheel In The Sky� by Journey. I�ll only quote out the lyric that makes the least sense, since many of you know the song: Sent a letter on a long summer day And of course, the wheel in the sky keeps on turning, and he don�t know where he�ll be tomorrow. I think remedial English class is one place where he ought to go! What the hell is that all about? Letters made of silver, not of clay? What happened to a pad of paper and a Flair?
It is funny that nowadays, that song would be declaimed by certain groups as �harmful� and �corrupting� as it �encourages drug use�. (Just a hunch!) How could it encourage anything when you can�t figure out what the song is about. The last one that has come to mind is quite obscure. It�s by a band that was together for about 45 seconds in the 90�s, and the leader of the group was in an equally obscure group in the 80�s. Permanent Green Light was a band formed by Michael Quercio, formerly of the Three O�Clock. He has a flair for writing neo-psychedelic rock-pop tunes with memorable melodies, and his best songs always have a little touch of an edge to them. This is true with this group, but the song �Wintertime�s A Comin� Martha Raye�. You can�t find the lyrics on line, so here�s my best guess: Wintertime�s a-comin�, Martha Raye Now we�re the true believers in your fame We�re the true believers in your fame (Well, you know you got love that you gave me Uh, right�yeah. What you said. A fine tribute to a fine actress / denture wearer and Polident spokesperson, I guess. I think the less said, the better, right?
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