I've always been attracted to the melancholic in music and songs, and that streak runs through the work of the Bonzos; Stanshall was a boozer, and you got the impression that he spent a certain amount of his energy fighting off some kind of demon or other. Innes's work is full of a strangely playful kind of existential angst; sometimes verging on real, usable insight. While Stanshall usually pushed the envelope of the absurd without recourse to redemptive messages, Innes always was trying to reach out and touch something real and close to home.
Well, this song, for me, was always particularly tinged with sadness and even a kind of despair; the redemptive heart was a sort of cry for sanity, understanding, and compassion.
That last image doesn't pull its punch. We all have a choice; get our hands dirty, or just say f**k it and drop the seagull.
The song shows urban man on a stage where conflicts are played out. The conflict between participants in this illusion we call "civilization" is really the conflict within the heart of one person. You are crying out to the Rockaliser Baby for sanity, and the Rockaliser Baby is YOU. The good news: This means the solution is as close at your head, your heart, and your two hands.
I've always been attracted to the melancholic in music and songs, and that streak runs through the work of the Bonzos; Stanshall was a boozer, and you got the impression that he spent a certain amount of his energy fighting off some kind of demon or other. Innes's work is full of a strangely playful kind of existential angst; sometimes verging on real, usable insight. While Stanshall usually pushed the envelope of the absurd without recourse to redemptive messages, Innes always was trying to reach out and touch something real and close to home.
Well, this song, for me, was always particularly tinged with sadness and even a kind of despair; the redemptive heart was a sort of cry for sanity, understanding, and compassion.
That last image doesn't pull its punch. We all have a choice; get our hands dirty, or just say f**k it and drop the seagull.
The song shows urban man on a stage where conflicts are played out. The conflict between participants in this illusion we call "civilization" is really the conflict within the heart of one person. You are crying out to the Rockaliser Baby for sanity, and the Rockaliser Baby is YOU. The good news: This means the solution is as close at your head, your heart, and your two hands.