Grooving around in a trench coat
With the satin on trail
Seems to be all around in tin and lead pail, we pale
Jiving on down to the beach
To see the blue and the gray
Seems to be all and it's rosy, it's a beautiful day!
Will you please keep on the track
'Cause I almost want you back
'Cause I know what you are
You are a gigolo aunt, you're a gigolo aunt!
Yes I know what you are
You are a gigolo aunt, you're a gigolo aunt!
Heading down with the light, the dust in your way
She was angrier than, than her watershell male
Life to this love to me, heading me down to me
Thunderbird shale
Seems to be all and it's rosy, it's a beautiful day!
Will you please keep on the track
'Cause I almost want you back
'Cause I know what you are
You are a gigolo aunt
Grooving on down in a knapsack superlative day
Some wish she move and just as she can move jiving away
She made the scene should have been-superlative day
Everything's all and it's rosy, it's a beautiful day
Will you please keep on the track
'Cause I almost want you back
'Cause I know what you are
You are a gigolo aunt
With the satin on trail
Seems to be all around in tin and lead pail, we pale
Jiving on down to the beach
To see the blue and the gray
Seems to be all and it's rosy, it's a beautiful day!
Will you please keep on the track
'Cause I almost want you back
'Cause I know what you are
You are a gigolo aunt, you're a gigolo aunt!
Yes I know what you are
You are a gigolo aunt, you're a gigolo aunt!
Heading down with the light, the dust in your way
She was angrier than, than her watershell male
Life to this love to me, heading me down to me
Thunderbird shale
Seems to be all and it's rosy, it's a beautiful day!
Will you please keep on the track
'Cause I almost want you back
'Cause I know what you are
You are a gigolo aunt
Grooving on down in a knapsack superlative day
Some wish she move and just as she can move jiving away
She made the scene should have been-superlative day
Everything's all and it's rosy, it's a beautiful day
Will you please keep on the track
'Cause I almost want you back
'Cause I know what you are
You are a gigolo aunt
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Satin entrail (or trail) - delicate misty colourful vapour trail of inner self that he leaves behind him as he disappears, smiling for control.
But if entrail - The Vikings had a redemption ritual for a prisoner of note who was going to be executed (and therefore not go to Valhalla). They were allowed to choose to die with a sword in their hand - if they tied one end of their gut to a tree and unwound it by walking round the tree. Nice.
Trench-coat - closed off, in siege, old soldier, dark, & imposing but outcast & in the background.
Nap (sleep), sack (isolated)
Gigolo Aunt - She's in control (which is the male role that she's usurped from him), and while this is about love for him he's accusing her of being on the make by leaving - a calculator. Aunts are there for the good times and don't take on full responsibility.
And I bet it's intended to reflect an argument too - you're a Gigolo! Aren't! Maybe.
It seems that he's done something to upset his woman, she's written a tearful letter to split up so he's gone to see her to sort it. But she's actually doing her nut & is totally unforgiving. She's left him but he loves her, so he leaves him too. It’s about beaching yourself - and the beach is Opel.
Now I RANT:
Just can't believe anyone would say Syd's solo work was undistinguished, I reckon that's a reflection of your mind sunshine. Syd's a titan of strength, truth & mankind’s soul & his contribution to art and intellect is scorched into histories littlest plaque of greatest achievement. Sydless Floyd sounds dated and decrepid now - and that’s cos it was just contrived and self-serving calculated veneer. And SHORT! Over 35 years on and sooo many people are still getting into this – or do you think an art career is about turning up everyday for 45 years? Took Shakespeare his entire life to only get near to the Syd level of understanding that he has in the Tempest - cos most people have to live to journey to arrive at understanding. So Syd stepped back while still in his 20's - but what do you do when your born arrived, and if you really do love rather than deal, what's to do when it leaves?
Syd's the next Blake & I'm sure he'll be glad to be 7. As the Saxons (real men) said at Maldon - "It's a good day to die". Bah humbug to this modern trodden & sodden field of thicky sticks together.
...awesome song, i guess it's just about a day at the park w/ a girl he used to be with...and she's actin all goofy and it makes him remember why he liked her to begin w/, but he knows it could never work out becaaauuse
she's a GIGOLO AUNT!!! (which means she's a slut, i suppose?)
Correct lyrics & comment on shocking stupid.
Grooving around in a trench coat with a satin entrail
Seems to be all around - it's din - and the pale we pale
Jiving on down to the beach to see the blue and the grey
Seems to be all on, it's rosy, it's a beautiful day
Will you please keep on the track 'cause I almost want you back
'cause I know what you are, you are a gigolo aunt
you're the gigolo aunt
Yes I know what you are, you are a gigolo aunt
you're the gigolo aunt
Heading on down with the light, the dust in your way
she was angrier there, than her water-shell mail
Life - to this love - to me, heading me - down to me, thunderbird shale
seems to be all on, it's rosy, it's a beautiful day
Will you please keep on the track 'cause I almost want you back
'cause I know what you are, you are a gigolo aunt
you're the gigolo aunt
Yes I know what you are you are a gigolo aunt
you're the gigolo aunt
Grooving on down in a nap-sack, superlative day
Some wish she - move - and chancer she came - move - jiving away
She made the scene - should have been, superlative day
Everything’s all on, it's rosy, it's a beautiful day
Will you please keep on the track, 'cause I almost want you back
'cause I know what you are, you are a giglo aunt,
you're the gigolo aunt!
Yes I know what you are, you are a gigolo aunt,
you're the gigolo aunt!
I love how Syd's lyrics can be read differently and it's always lovely.
The lyrics to this song are fairly straight forward and not nearly as amstract as some of his others (ie: Dominoes - can't begin to make sense of it. Perhaps I do not know enough about Syd yet).
Later in the song he tells about her making a scene and about people who would like to see her go.
So, I thought about 'gigolo aunt' what could that mean? An aunt to a child might be seen as someone with a certain status, someone you might not see everyday but still holds power over you. It's interesting he uses 'gigolo' which is male and 'aunt' which is female. Did he maybe feel powerless in this relationship? Did he feel like the girl and the child in the relationship? Of course gigolo also has a sexual connotation, infidelity maybe?
'Satin entrail' is just a very funny way to describe the lining of a jacket.
I also really love the way colour always pop up in a lot of Barrett songs, after all he was a painter. Like Van Gogh he describes moods and feelings in colour. I love the juxtaposition of 'it's rosy' describing the day, 'the blue and grey' (the sea) and the pale (their skin I assume). It's like he is painting with words and that's why I love Syd so much. He seems like such a genuine sensitive person.