Songs you love, but don't understand!

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kith

One of my favourite bizarre songs is
"I pity inanimate objects" by Godley & Creme.

"I pity inanimate objects
Because they can't move
From specks of dust to paperweights
Or a pound note sealed in resin
Plastic Santas in perpetual underwater snowstorms
Sculptures that appear to be moving
But aren't
I feel sorry for them all
What are they thinking
When they arrive at a place
Do they sigh with disappointment
And when they leave
Do they have regrets?
Is a sofa as happy in one corner
As it is in another
And how does the room feel about it?
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
I pity them all
Physics isn't fair
Is a tree as a rocking horse
An ambition fulfilled
And is the sawdust jealous?
I worry about these things
Peppercorns don't move
Until they contaminate the ice-cream
Three weeks later
Is the gold in Fort Knox happy gold?
I care about these things
Some things are better left alone
Grains of sand prefer their own company
But magnets are two faced
No choice for sugar
But what choice could there be
But to drown in coffee or to drown in tea
The frustrations of being inanimate
Maybe its better that way
The fewer the moving parts
The less there is to go wrong
I wonder about these things
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
I pity them all"
"Deep inside the warrior is tearing me apart"

Red Star

QuoteFish has been guilty of lyrical diarrhoea in his time. Anyone help us out with:

"Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot
Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare
Who gouged the notches from the family tree
Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance...

Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision
Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction
Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption.."
Twat.
From Fugazi's Assassing

Yes, complete and utter b@ll@cks from the Fish there. I do like the album very much however as well as most of Fish era Marillion.
For an example of superb lyrics from Fish, however, check out 'Forgotten Sons' from Script for a Jesters Tear album. Absolute classic track about young British soldiers losing their lives in Northern Ireland - sends a shudder down my spine every time I hear it.
I have to say that there is plenty of Rush material that I havn't got the foggiest about either!
You shall call me pisshead the God of Pintage I shall be...

andyhaines

Don't get me wrong, I think marillion are a national treasure. I just think that on Fugazi, and to an extent Script, Fish was trying too hard to be a wordsmith.

Whatever colours you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine


andyhaines

"Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob."

Genius. If only I knew what it meant.

Whatever colours you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine


Slim

January 17, 2005, 06:09:42 am #34 Last Edit: January 17, 2005, 06:10:17 am by Slim
On the surface, it looks like a sort of parody of a playground chant in essence - but it appears to have grown out of this to become much more cynical and astringent, incorporating a deep-rooted resentment of the British establishment in a surreal, LSD-informed invective against conventional society and tradition in general, embodied in the corporation van, teachers ("expert textpert"), policemen, the English garden and so on.

I love that song; it's one of humankind's greatest artistic treasures.  It provides a strangely cinematic, immersive cultural experience of the '60s at the time when one zeitgeist morphed into another.

andyhaines

"Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob."

Then again, it could be about spanking the monkey...again.

Whatever colours you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine


andyhaines

QuoteOn the surface, it looks like a sort of parody of a playground chant in essence - but it appears to have grown out of this to become much more cynical and astringent, incorporating a deep-rooted resentment of the British establishment in a surreal, LSD-informed invective against conventional society and tradition in general, embodied in the corporation van, teachers ("expert textpert"), policemen, the English garden and so on.

I love that song; it's one of humankind's greatest artistic treasures.

Whatever colours you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine