Pop Song

I would have never guessed what this song was about if I hadn't just thought of the title. It's about the sad state of commercialized pop music. "The wooden woman and her hollowing out" is the hollow, materialistic, sexualized image of women. "The wood man and his splintering self" is probably the self-aggrandizing, violent rapper full of braggadocio, if you take "splintering self" to mean that he gives others splinters, not that he is splintering himself. Both fake and contrived to pander to young people and pop culture's warped ideals for what they should look up to or aspire to be.

"Elvis, what happened?" is pretty obvious. Then the cotton candy spun anyway you like is the way labels will pander to whatever is trendy at the time. Think of how quickly 98 degrees went all latin after Ricky Martin performed at the Grammy's and got popular. Don't ask me why I remember that. The use of the spatula image is interesting because of what it's used for, to scoop up mundane things out of a pile and flip them.

"The label stapled a speaker to the back of a sheep's throat" I think is saying it doesn't matter which sheep (crappy pop artist) gets to hold the microphone because they're all the same.

I'm really not sure about the second verse, but I love the fuck part. You can't curse on radio or mtv. I'm just starting to listen to cLOUDDEAD closely for the first time, and other than Dead Dogs Two I had thought a lot of their stuff might have been somewhat meaningless and they were having a laugh about it. So it's good to know that probably isn't the case, since all of Why's stuff at least is definitely deep.

elf4life420 , their lyrics sure do seem absurd and nonsensical upon first listening, but with close, repeated listenings, plethoras of meanings reveal themselves from the dadaesque melange of surreal poetry

nice job! i didn't catch most of this

i second that. really amazing song.

Some of the lyrics are actually a bit off and there are some words missing. But I am not sure how to edit the lyrics post, or do I just have to post it as a new song?

I'm correcting the parts of the lyrics that I'm positive about.

two, three, i can't do it without, go

IT'S the wood man and his splintering self, IT'S the wood woman and her hollowing out IT'S the wooden man and his splintering self, IT'S the wood woman and her hollowing out IT'S the wood man and his splintering self, IT'S the wood woman and her hollowing out

(sickly mickey mouse skinny minnie mouse)(X3)

elvis, what happened(X2)

popsicle NOTE, the label stapled speaker, to the back of a sheep's throat, tongue depressor with the width with the width of a spatula suppressess all SYLLA BLE, bah bah blah, bah bah blah, end end end quote,

cotton cotton candy, cotton cotton candy, cotton cotton candy, spun anyway you like it

high school picture DAY IN L.A. someone in the sky (WITH DIAMONDS) and you go back to bed sittin dull dare head, two perfect strangers strangers carrying a matador, you can tell their strangers, chasing themselves in the windows of shops, how can i be your lover? when you SPORT A HEAD OF RUBBER, you can't take applause to bed and a decent depression of the mind <--(I'm not sure "of the mind" is actually said??)

and then we said, fuck. in our pop song, in our pop song

elvis, what happened? cotton cotton candy, cotton cotton candy, cotton cotton candy, spun anyway you like it,

hi kiddies, WELL, we're cramping and sweating and groaning with the rest of them, i'm trying to give you that dope you were talking about, we've already wrecked three records trying to perfect one, first satellite with thrashing machine and then one thing or another, so maybe this thing isn't gonna turn out alright these records are sure the real mccoy your voice sounded so real on the last one i almost caught myself answering back a couple of times. . . well i'll see ya soon, send another record if you have one, being here is sure swell, we're gonna be on our vacation in. . .

hello? who is this?

sorry yo, some quick revisions

"POP SICKLE NOTE: the label stapled a speaker"

"tongue depressor with the width of a spatula suppresses all SYLLABLES oh bah bah blah bah bah blah bah bah blah bah bah blah end quote"

"high school PICTURE DAY IN L.A. someone in the sky WITH DIAMONDS. And you go back to bed WITH A DEAD DOG IN YOUR HEAD."

"How can I be your lover WHEN YOU SPORT A HEAD OF RUBBER"

"You can't take applause to bed WITH YOU I'VE GOT MY OWN BLOOD and a decent depression LINE"

I've been listening to cLOUDDEAD for 5 years now. I have listened to this album easily several hundred times.

definitely picture day in la

other than that all i can say is wow i love this band

how can i be your lover? when you snore a little louder,

uhm. no, just no. i'm too lazy to read and see if this correction has been made, but jsyk, it's "how can i be your lover when you sport a head of rubber?"

Is it really just me, or do they say sucker after rubber, that's how I've always heard and sang it.