| Yes – Roundabout Lyrics | 4 years ago |
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| Bob Seger – Fire Lake Lyrics | 4 years ago |
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I really like MajorBedHead's Nuke Plant analogy. All the items mentioned in this song invoke strong symbolism and to each their own. The hallmark of great writing. There is that strong resemblence to a funeral dirge and a lost hero's final reward. Pure Wagnerism. But what if the songster is laughing as he cajoles his fellow bikers to take a long trip up North from Detroit to Fire Lake in mid-summer. He dares them to attempt difficult things, like riding the very unstable three wheeler and wearing hot biker leathers all the way up to Fire Lake in North Michigan? And he dares anyone to tell Aunt Sarah that Uncle Joe, an older member, is with them and ready to run off to Fire Lake (perhaps with cheating on his mind..), especially since he's so afraid to get hitched-up. This is good natured ribbing. He asks, with tongue in cheek, if anyone dares to take their chances with all those young sunbathing beauties running about this bucolic place, with their long flowing hair and shy smiles. This is said to entice, rather than disuade. He taunts his buddies by telling them that these girls flirt so well and can lay you down so fast, that before you know it, you'll be looking straight up at one in shock, asking yourself if you've died in a motel room and gone to heaven... This trip and destination is only for the real man. Those not afraid to play the doomed man's hand of eights and aces? Probably the crest on their backs. One not afraid to raise his bet or call for a stake-holder. Fire Lake has a casino, after all. The lyrics to Fire Lake is a nexus for paths of the imagination, while the music is a slow sequel to Born To Be Wild, with the old Wagon Wheel chord progression and a funereal or foreboding minor key. If you're man enough, then take that long-shot gamble of heading out on a road trip to Fire Lake, Michigan. Who dares to do it? |
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| Simon and Garfunkel – The Sound of Silence Lyrics | 9 years ago |
| The Sound Of Silence forms an acronym... SOS or Save Our Souls... a call of distress. Like ships that pass in the night, we live in the same cities and buildings without contact or acknowledgement. Living in a dystopic world, we need help. We live in a darkness and silence that we have become accustomed to. He dreams that he is alone in a cold city. He sees a television screen. Talking heads who we cannot communicate with. Musical shows that exclude the audience. And no one disturbs the SOS, which is the hush of the people watching but never partaking. And their passive silence makes them ill. The dreamer wants to tell them, but they can't hear him. As the followers of Moses built a golden calf, we now worship a neon god which we have fashioned. We watch television and no longer talk with each other. The screen flashes and forms empty words, but true wisdom can still be sometimes found in secret grafitti, like the handwriting on the wall deciphered by Daniel in the Bible, or in whispers; like a secret that only the few can still remember. | |
| The Beatles – Run for Your Life Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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Almost as bad as Hey Joe... but we are viewing the lyrics from today's "enlightened" point of view... back in '65, this was tame... All the tunes on Rubber Soul seem to deal with the man-woman relationship from an intellectual position... as if they were exploring all the aspects that affect lovers... like an Italian movie with 28 characters... all paired off and experiencing the ups and downs of love... Of course, John Lennon became an advocate for peace... and this song came back to bite him... but not many seemed to notice... a hard guy to dislike, I think he died because of his politics... too bad he didn't stay in the UK... he'd be an old guy, now, reflecting on the 60's... and would have loved to hear that... he really saw the big picture... and could describe it to you... |
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| The Beatles – Drive My Car Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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The tunes on the Rubber Soul LP - a set of reflective songs for the in-tune listener - send out a personal message... All connected by degree to the theme of love... the man-woman relationship... sixties style - 1965. Nowhere Man, Think For Yourself and In My Life can also be seen as indirectly dealing with love. I can relate to a table in a pub... with other working class lads having a few pints and eyeing the skirts... One of those off nights when people reflect on what's on their minds, speaking more intellectually than usual. Perhaps an older lad providing sage reflection on the plight of men and women. Drive My Car is a narrative... bits and bites of a personal story, being related to pals, of a recent close encounter... perhaps, part of a conversation between two young lovers in bed... As the lads are not entirely crass, they employ the art of the double entendre... but they understand each other well enough. This is pervasive throughout blues songs... (and George is playing blues riffs on a very bluesy R&B pop song): Drive my car... Do something in between... Maybe I'll love you... I can show you a better time... Found a driver... A self assured woman, therefore ready for the real deal... Like Mae West... Soul...? is this the sage reflection...? a man to woman plea for honesty and respect...? Cars...? Dating...? Men and woman bargaining for position... in what may become a relationship...? The Beatles did like their models and artists... And Beep Beep...! Reminds me of dialing for Tokyo... or adjusting her headlights... And Rubber Soul... What kind of rubbers are they talking about here...? |
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| The Beatles – Can't Buy Me Love Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| The early Beatles were a product of their environment - Liverpool - a port city in the north of England. A working class town filled with shipyards and sailors. Working for pittance, socializing at the pub, and and chasing birds - and lots of Catholic-Protestant guilt. Everyone has a smart mouth with colourful language, sprinkled with platitudes like "can't buy me love" mix easily with working class common sense - "everybody tells me so." is he mimicking a woman stating "can't buy ME, luv!" or the old saw, "can't buy love." take a vertual tour of Liverpool and you can start to see it. and they always played with the emphasis in their lyrics. like the dead Beatle myth, the northern English like to "put you on". like Monty Python, Spike Milligan, Peter Sellers - British Comedy's double entendre. as i study the Beatles and try to play their songs on guitar, i see how brilliant, yet down to earth, that they were. i often wonder if they had access to old tunes and early jazz songs or very old British Music Hall manuscripts that they played around with until they re-molded it into something of their own. but, that's just me looking at two geniuses with the normal disbelief that anyone could actually be so clever. yet, they were. | |
| The Beatles – The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| norwegian wood. | |
| The Beatles – The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| i do it when i'm sober. i can't carry a tune when i'm on a hoot 'cuz i can't even walk. | |
| The Beatles – The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| BBMH Another one of the Beatles' British Music Hall adventures in music. Just as in an old British music hall, it describes a turn of the century, (live) theatrical skit. One can imagine the wooden stage props of jungle foliage, ferocious tigers and lumbering elephants. Mock actions and huge oversized rifles, shaped like sexual organs, (excuse me. i digress. strike that!), shooting, firing & smoking. And especially the lumbering half-time music with a marching, quasi-military feel. Borrowing from Frank Buck's Bring Him Back Alive and Teddy Roosevelt with the grandfather spectacles that John liked so much. One can feel the dust in India or the humidity of Africa (or the plains of the American West); both a taste of Imperial England and Queen Victoria - the widow Queen - all dressed in black forever. The Victorian Era. the Sun never sets on our (saxon?) Commonwealth! There'll always be an Engaland, an Engaland that is Free(mason)..... God Save the Queen, and the Queen Mum! a Punch exposition of the urban hunter, eating to kill, not killing to eat. like Buffalo Bill exterminating the buffalo to exterminate the Native People of North America. and the psychological echoes of Freud captured in the hunter's mother's face when Bill becomes a boy and his mum defends him. he does it all for her, really. For the Queen! - and country. meaningless slaughter to show loyalty! fanatic romanticism. "We kill then all for you!" - And a prophetic song for John, foretelling a tragic loss, especially for popular music. | |
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