Randy Newman is the music world's indisputable master of the "unreliable narrator" technique. does Newman himself appear in any of his own songs? once in a while. but very very few.
the dying "old man" and his son: both would probably be regarded (at a casual glance) as decent hardworking folks.
also, both are unbelievably cruel: as if they never learned the meaning of compassion. each in their own peculiar ways, but not so different from each other (the one part of the song you can take at face value is, "I'm just like you.")
(then the entire LP would come to a stop--if this song weren't followed by the insane Mutual Assured Destruction rave-up of "Political Science"--all because of the last two words...)
"Everybody dies." Yep, just like the sky is blue and the grass is green. No argument.
But what kind of twisted fЦcЖ would say that to a man on his deathbed? His own father, yet?
@foreverdrone that last question of yours, I think, is the whole point of the song. What kind of twisted eff would say that to a dying father?
The dying father.
“Cuz I’ll be here... and I’m just like you.”
@foreverdrone that last question of yours, I think, is the whole point of the song. What kind of twisted eff would say that to a dying father?
The dying father.
“Cuz I’ll be here... and I’m just like you.”
Randy Newman is the music world's indisputable master of the "unreliable narrator" technique. does Newman himself appear in any of his own songs? once in a while. but very very few.
the dying "old man" and his son: both would probably be regarded (at a casual glance) as decent hardworking folks.
also, both are unbelievably cruel: as if they never learned the meaning of compassion. each in their own peculiar ways, but not so different from each other (the one part of the song you can take at face value is, "I'm just like you.")
(then the entire LP would come to a stop--if this song weren't followed by the insane Mutual Assured Destruction rave-up of "Political Science"--all because of the last two words...)
"Everybody dies." Yep, just like the sky is blue and the grass is green. No argument.
But what kind of twisted fЦcЖ would say that to a man on his deathbed? His own father, yet?
@foreverdrone that last question of yours, I think, is the whole point of the song. What kind of twisted eff would say that to a dying father? The dying father. “Cuz I’ll be here... and I’m just like you.”
@foreverdrone that last question of yours, I think, is the whole point of the song. What kind of twisted eff would say that to a dying father? The dying father. “Cuz I’ll be here... and I’m just like you.”