This sounds like a cheerful pop song, but listen to what the lyrics are saying:
"All I want to do is have a little fun before I die" -- don't miss the "before I die" here, time is running out, and the guy who says this looks like maybe he's never had a day of fun in his life. And what's Billy or Mac or whatever going to do about it? Sit in a bar with Sheryl Crow and drink "at noon on a Tuesday" and burn matches and tear up the labels from the bottles, while the world goes by outside.
Too, the bottleneck guitar work almost seems to introduce a sort of unreality, which one might feel "as the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.".
Too, the bottleneck guitar work almost seems to introduce a sort of unreality, which one might feel "as the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.".
This sounds like a cheerful pop song, but listen to what the lyrics are saying:
"All I want to do is have a little fun before I die" -- don't miss the "before I die" here, time is running out, and the guy who says this looks like maybe he's never had a day of fun in his life. And what's Billy or Mac or whatever going to do about it? Sit in a bar with Sheryl Crow and drink "at noon on a Tuesday" and burn matches and tear up the labels from the bottles, while the world goes by outside.
By the way, you can read the full text of the original poem here: http://poetryandstout.blogspot.com/2005/07/fun-wyn-cooper.html
@treant Truly insightful reply.
@treant Truly insightful reply.
Too, the bottleneck guitar work almost seems to introduce a sort of unreality, which one might feel "as the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.".
Too, the bottleneck guitar work almost seems to introduce a sort of unreality, which one might feel "as the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.".