Friday, December 05, 2008

Things I Like, Pt. Deux

But wait, there's more! Song lyrics. I like song lyrics.

Back in high school, I remember laughing over the lyrics of some song or other - "let's take a shower together," something like that. My sister, who I don't believe liked the actual song any better than I did, nevertheless thoughtfully noted that songs of that genre had more heart than the rock songs that were the staples of my social circle. At the time I had to agree. It's hard to argue that "If You See Kay" (that was April Wine) or "The Number of the Beast" (that was Iron Maiden) were as - for lack of a better term - makeout-worthy as, say, "Let's take a shower together," the name of which I can't remember if indeed I ever knew it.

And then I fell for and eventually married (and somewhat more eventually divorced) a young man for whom song lyrics were almost his preferred mode of communication, and I discovered a world to which I'd been blind and deaf before. After this long and a second marriage that's everything the unfortunate first one wasn't for either of us, I still thank him for giving me ears to hear:
  • I thought I loved you - it was just how you looked in the light. ("Hum Hallelujah," Fall Out Boy)
  • I feel the way you would. ("Afterimage," Rush)
  • I need to feel your heartbeat, so close it feels like mine - all mine. ("Heartbeat," King Crimson)
  • (Here's a whole verse from one of my favorite songs ever:)
    I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths,
    A classroom's shabby butterflies,
    Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes;
    Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations,
    Rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass.
    Sharing cigarettes with experience
    With her giggling jealous confidantes,
    She faithfully traces his name
    With quick bitten fingernails
    Through the tears of condensation
    Thatll cry through the night
    As the glancing headlights of the last bus
    Kiss adolescence goodbye. ("Warm Wet Circles," Marillion)
  • I am the ticket, you the prize; when begins the winning? ("Girl With Grey Eyes," Big Country)
  • If I only could
    I'd make a deal with God
    And get Him to swap our places;
    Be running up that road,
    Be running up that hill,
    With no problems. ("Running Up That Hill," Kate Bush)
  • (Another whole verse, and an uncharacteristic choice:)
    Well I don't give a dang about nothing
    When I'm singing and bling-blinging
    While the girls are drinking
    Long necks down!
    And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
    Or my Chevrolet for your Escalade
    Or your freak parade
    'Cause I'm the only John Wayne left in this town. ("Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy," Big & Rich - and it's a laff riot! I love this song)
  • And the man from the magazine wants another shot of you all curled up,
    'Cause you look like an actor in a movie shot, but you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot. ("Heart of Lothian," Marillion)
  • (Another whole verse:)
    The sky was Bible black in Lyon,
    when I met the Magdalene.
    She was paralyzed in a streetlight.
    She refused to give her name.
    And a ring of violet bruises,
    They were pinned upon her arm.
    Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand,
    to a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
    And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear.
    'J'entend ton coeur,'
    'J'entend ton coeur':
    I can hear your heart. ("Bitter Suite," Marillion - I think Marillion's former vocalist and lyricist, Fish, was one of the great prog poets)
  • (One more Marillion. The setting is children running through a sprinkler:)
    Then I heard the children singing;
    They were running through the rainbows.
    They were singing a song for you -
    Well, it seemed to be a song for you,
    The one I wanted to write for you. ("Lavender," Marillion)
  • Show a little faith: there's magic in the night.
    You ain't a beauty, but hey, you're all right. ("Thunder Road," Springsteen)

3 comments:

Gahrie said...

Man what is it with you 84 warriors and this obesssion with Marillion?

As far as I am concerned Buck's Fizz, the Nolans and ABBA are the alpha and the omega of music.

Kirbside said...

Ignore Gahrie, he knows nothing...

Script for a jesters tear -

So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you
Too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday

I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play
The game is over, the game is over

So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over

Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts, roundabouts, the game is over

Too late to say I love you
Too late to restage the play
The game is over

I act the role in classic style
Of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song
To write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream
To exercise this silent scream
A scream that's born from sorrow

I never did write that lovesong
The words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of morning
Promised wedding now a wake
Promised wedding now a wake, awake

The fool escaped from paradise
Will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer "Why?"
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears

So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game
I've gone solo in the game, but the game is over

Can you still say you love me
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say that you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me, the jester's tear

Can you still say you love me
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say that you love me?

The jester's tear, the jester's tear
Do you love me
_______________________
He knows, you know - Marillion

He knows, you know, he knows, you know
Problems, problems, problems, problems

Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall
Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a China bowl
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have listened to the priest at the confession
When he offered you the sacred bread

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
But he's got problems

Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind
Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind
You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head
When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened
You were walking with the dead

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
He's got experience
He's got experience, he knows, you know
But he's got problems
Problems, problems, problems, problems, problems, problems.

He knows...
Slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door
Pumping arteries ooze the problem, through the gap that the razor tore
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have listened to your analyst questions when yo lay on his leather bed

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
But he's got problems

Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane
You learned your lesson far to late from the links in a chemist chain
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have stayed at home and talked with father
Listen to the lies he fed

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
But he's got problems
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
He's got experience
He's got experience, he knows, you know
He knows, you know, you know, you know
You know, you know, you know, you know

Problems, problems, problems, problems, problems, problems
Don't give me your problems

_______________

Now none of us had the level of problems of those two songs.... but for us teenagers... boozing and trying to find ourselves and someone to love us... those two songs talked to me...

Kirbside said...

check out my blog for a duel of the Nolans versus Marillion

http://kirbside.blogspot.com/