Say What?

The other thing about baffling lyrics, is that sometimes you’re just astounded by the sheer audacity of the songwriter who has

a) having written them

b) tried them out and

c) then thought: “Yeh, that’s totally appropriate” and left them in.

Today’s song is one which I’ve had thrust into my virtual world ever since the fire at the Notre Dame Cathedral the other week.

In that context, it’s probably fine – a Gallic “we didn’t do it” shrug.

But buried amongst the “wants to be Subterranean Homesick Blues or at the very least It’s The End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” lyrics of this song there lies an absolute gem of a “Sorry, what did he just say?” moment.

Look, there’s the sleeve, all “I am front page news and I have a message”, all self-important pomposity.

Which would be fine, in a 20th century history lesson kind of way, which the song essentially is.

But then, come the words which make Bono’s “Well tonight thank God it’s them instead of you” on Do They Know It’s Christmas? seem positively humanitarian.

I should give some background for my mentioning it: this is a song and a lyric which Hel and I always thought to be hilariously inappropriate, to the extent that whenever one of us hears it and the other isn’t there to bask in it’s iffy-glory, the one feels compelled to let the other one know a moment is happening.

Hence one night last week I got a series of texts from Hel, telling me that the DJ in wherever she was had just played this, and that nobody else enjoyed her singing along with mucho gusto to the line in question.

My take home message: everyone misses living with me at some point.

Alogether now:

“CHILDREN OF THALIDOMIDE!!”

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Billy Joel – We Didn’t Start The Fire

Ouch.

More soon.

 

Say What?

For many years now, I’ve been utterly baffled by some lyrics which I didn’t understand.

Given the artiste in question, I assumed that they were probably a bit rude, too rude for transmission on any radio channel that didn’t want to be snowed under by an avalanche of complaints.

It’s a section of the song which appears to be sung/played/recorded backwards, but I still managed to interpet as sounding a bit rude.

And then one day, admittedly quite a long time ago, Hel sent me this:

Missy

I’m almost disappointed to learn it’s just the previous line sung backwards.

Still, Missy rules, so here it is in all it’s (very rude indeed) glory:

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Missy Elliott – Work It

I’m still not convinced, mind.

More soon.