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?