How Soon Is Now? is an 80’s classic, instantly recognizable, and a great song. The guitar, Morrissey’s vocals, the industrial sounds, it all really works, and like many, I can identify with the themes of shyness and alienation expressed by the protagonist.
From Wikipedia:
The song contains only one verse which is repeated twice, plus a chorus and a bridge. The subject is an individual who cannot find a way to break out of his shyness. Two couplets from the song are well known in pop culture, the opening to the verse: “I am the son, and the heir, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar / I am the son and heir, of nothing in particular”, and the chorus: “I am human and I need to be loved / Just like everybody else does”. The opening was adapted from a line in George Eliot’s Middlemarch: “To be born the son of a Middlemarch manufacturer, and inevitable heir to nothing in particular”.[1] While the track is cited as having changed U.S. media perception of the band as “some wacky gay-rock crusade”, the lyrics have also been taken as specifically relating to contemporary Manchester gay club culture.
And of course, the lyrics:
I am the son
and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
I am the son
and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and the heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
There’s a club, if you’d like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home
And you cry
And you want to die
When you say it’s gonna happen now,
Well, when exactly do you mean?
See I’ve already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
I am Human And I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
Vive Le Rock is a really good song, although I’m really not 100 percent sure what it’s exactly about. Lyrically, many of Adam’s songs are self-referential, and perhaps this one is as well. He has written many songs about being famous, his personal life, etc., and I must wonder if this is the same. I think perhaps this time he’s referring to the press, although it’s hard to say.
That being said, I like the song for several reasons. Number one, it rocks. It sort of bridges the line between 70’s glam and 80’s hair metal–okay, perhaps that’s not quite a good comparison, but somewhat close. Additionally, it’s Adam, and I just think he tends to make things fun. I really feel he’s one of the more underrated artists over the last 30 years or so.
And of course, the lyrics:
Bang bang you’re dead
Did not did too
Stop diddy-bopping buddy
Bouncing betty on you
I try to tell you but you just don’t understand
You’ve got my entire life in your hands
Vive le rock, vive le rock
Oh well you don’t know what you’re missing
’cos you don’t know what you got.
And if the enemy don’t see it your way
Be smart, play dead, live to fight a new day
And vive le rock, vive le rock
Oh well you don’t know what you’re missing
’cos you don’t know what you got.
Vive le rock, vive le rock
Vive le rock.
If this is it then I’m afraid it’s not enough
Here’s johnny and he’s calling your bluff
Vive le rock, vive le rock
Oh well you don’t know what you’re missing
’cos you don’t know what is what.
(look out! - rockers going starwars!)
You’re scratching records but you won’t be scratching mine
Don’t give me chish-chash in rinky-dink time
Just vive le rock, vive le rock
Well I’ve been where I was going
And it’s not Tom of Finland.
Look ma, I’m on top of the world
78 viewsI’m not the biggest AFI fan, but I do like this song.
Third Season is a song about rebellion and revolution, a politically themed song about an undercurrent of mounting tension ready to overflow into action. The music captures this feeling well, with the somewhat subdued verses giving way to the angry and unrestrained chorus. The message is clear–the establishment is going to be blindsided by the revolution, and you had best get out of the way or be trampled.
I like the song because of the music and the vocals, and because it just plain rocks. The vocals work perfectly, particularly in the chorus.
And of course, the lyrics:
Can you feel the pulse?
Can you feel the heat rising from below?
Can you feel the energy? It’s gaining strength, oh so slowly
But I’ll wait…I’ll wait…till the seasons change.
Why wait?…Why wait?… till the fall comes.
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Ohhh. And I’ll say..
I’ll give you nothing but a mirthless laugh.
Ohhh.
Can you see the signs?
Can you sense the changing of the winds?
Can you sense the stillness in the air?
Calm will remain…oh so shortly.
But I’ll wait… I’ll wait… till the seasons change.
Why wait?…Why wait?… till the fall comes.
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Ohhh. And I’ll say..
I’ll give you nothing but a mirthless laugh.
Ohhh. And I’ll say..
Gonna take you by… Gonna take you by…
Gonna take you by surprise as it rises.
Gonna take you by… Gonna take you by…
Gonna take you by surprise as it rises.
Ohhh.. (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey)
Ohhh. And I’ll say..
I’ll give you nothing but a mirthless laugh.
Ohhh. And I’ll say..
Whoa! Whoa!
Gonna take you by surprise
Whoa! Whoa! Ohhhhh………..
I think the best thing I can say about this song is that no matter how many times I’ve heard it, I still love it. It’s a great pop song, very catchy, great chorus, easy to sing along to, just fun. I personally always enjoyed Blink 182 for what they were: a pop band that had co-opted a punk sound and made it work. The songs are good, and that’s what matters.
From Wikipedia
Tom DeLonge was inspired to write the song after Tom’s then girlfriend, and now wife, complained that he had written many songs about all the other girls he had known in his life, but none about her. The line in the song “she left me roses by the stairs/ surprises let me know she cares” references an actual incident where Tom came home late one night and had been left flowers by his girlfriend.
And of course, the lyrics:
All the, small things
True care, truth brings
I’ll take, one lift
Your ride, best trip
Always, I know
You’ll be at my show
Watching, waiting,
commiserating
Say it ain’t so, I will not go,
turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na…
Late night, come home
Work sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs,
surprises let me know she cares
Say it ain’t so, I will not go,
turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na…
Say it ain’t so, I will not go,
turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still, I’ll be your thrill,
the night will go on, my little windmill
Say it ain’t so, I will not go, (Na, na…)
turn the lights off, carry me home (Na, na…)
Keep your head still, I’ll be your thrill, (Na, na…)
the night will go on, the night will go on, (Na, na…)
my little windmill
I’m the Man is a classic and fairly timeless song about a huckster–or rather, the huckster–that sells “everything from a thin safety pin to a pork pie hat”.
The song isn’t just a classic for it’s subject matter, but also because it’s a great sounding song. The pounding, slightly manic beat plays aids and abets the angry, sardonic lyrics nicely. And it’s got a good beat and you can dance to it.
And of course, the lyrics:
Pretty soon now
Yknow I’m gonna make a comeback
And like the birds and the bees in the trees
Its a sure-fire smash
Ill speak
To the masses throughout the media
And if you got anything to say to me
You can say it with cash
cause I got the trash and you got the cash
So baby we should get along fine
So give me all your money cause I know you think I’m funny
Cant you hear me laughing
Cant you see me smile
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the hula-hoop
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the yo-yo
Kung fu
That was one of my good ones
Well whats a few broken bones
When we all know its good clean fun
Skateboards
Ive almost made them respectable
You see I cant always get through to you
So I go for your son
I had a giant rubber shark and it really made a mark
Didja looka looka lookit alla blood
Give me all your money cause I know you think I’m funny
Cant you hear me laughing
Cant you see me smile
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the hula-hoop
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the yo-yo
Right now
I think I’m gonna plan a new trend
Because the line on the graphs getting low
And we cant have that
And you think youre immune
But I can sell you anything
Anything from a thin safety pin
To a pork pie hat
cause I got the trash and you got the cash
So baby we should get along fine
So give me all your money cause I know you think I’m funny
Cant you hear me laughing
Cant you see me smile
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the hula-hoop
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the yo-yo
Sheila Take A Bow might not be the Smiths best known song, or even their best song, but it’s a very good song, with a very good melody.
There’s a fair amount of contention as regards the song’s origins and meanings. I got the following from SongMeanings:
“Interesting enougth this film is about a teenage pregnant girl and her realationship with a young gay man.Thay love each other but in the end the pressures from the outside (mostly the girl’s mum) forces them to separate. ”
Mark Simpson has a very interesting theory in his book “Saint Morrissey” that Morrissey identified strongly with the main character of the play - the girl, Jo. From what I know about the play and the character, it seems quite probable: she has an overbearing mother, she is bored in school and generally unhappy, then, wishing some excitement in life, she has a one-night stand (with a black sailor who she would not see again) which leaves her pregnant. Then she finds real love as non-sexual love. Unhappy teenager, sick of school and family, trying to escape an overbearing parent, looking for love - sounds a lot like “Shakespeare’s Sister” as well as “Sheila Take A Bow”.Sheila is probably a nod to Shelagh Delaney, and I totally agree that the girl Sheila is the imagined “female Morrissey” (kind of like the girl in the “Everyday Is Like Sunday” video, don’t you think?) and that all he tells her can be said to him as well. He seems to be speaking to himself in several of his songs, adivising himself: Accept Yourself, Handsome Devil (”there’s more to life than books you know”, in Moz’s words the song is aimed at a scholar who should get more physical instead of jsut reading), Sheila Take A Bow, you migh say Ask as well.
She might also be his ideal partner:
“Take my hand and off we stride/ You’re a girl and I’m a boy”
/Take my hand and off we stride / I’m a girl and you’re a boy ” - the switching of gender roles back and forth (nicked by Massive Attack 10 years later in Protection LOL) is very much in tune with Morrissey’s views, too. In Girl Afraid we see that traditional gender roles hinder understanding and contact between two people who like each other. Here we see that traditional gender roles should be disposed of,, in order for people to trully understand themselves and each other.
From Wikipedia:
The single’s cover features actress Candy Darling from the film Women in Revolt (1971). Candy Darling was a transwoman born James Lawrence Slattery and part of Andy Warhol’s entourage.
Perhaps there was some empathy for the things that Candy Darling likely went through. I don’t know myself. I do know that I think it’s a really good song.
Here’s a link to what was likely a performance on Top of The Pops or some similar show
And of course, the lyrics:
Is it wrong to want to live on your own ?
No, it’s not wrong - but I must know
How can someone so young
Sing words so sad ?
Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear
And don’t go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
The one that you love and who loves you
Oh …
Is it wrong not to always be glad ?
No, it’s not wrong - but I must add
How can someone so young
Sing words so sad ?
Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear
And don’t go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
The one that you love and who loves you
Take my hand and off we stride
Oh, la …
You’re a girl and I’m a boy
La …
Take my hand and off we stride
Oh, la …
I’m a girl and you’re a boy
La …
Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow
La …
Throw your homework onto the fire
Come out and find the one that you love
Come out and find the one you love
Watusi Rodeo is one of those songs that worms it’s way into your brain and sits in your happy space until you have to pay some attention. It’s a light hearted, tongue in cheek song about Western Colonization, as the cowboys don’t seem to understand how they could possibly be angering the natives while violating a burial ground and forcing them to wear Western wear. Plus, it’s a good, fun tune.
You can listen to the song below:
And of course, the lyrics:
Come along with me to the Congo land
Got a zebra by the tail and a python in my hand
Once my home was a Texas plain
But now I swing a lasso on an alien terrain
Hottentots and pygmies know where to go
Everybody’s heading for the Watusi Rodeo
Cowboys are putting up a big fence around
A sacred elephant burial ground
Native women stomping up a flurry in the mud
Villagers are looking for some cowboy blood (Blood!)
I guess they didn’t like them hats we made ‘em wear
They don’t look right on the native hair
Don’t they don’t it’s all for show
All for showing at the Watusi Rodeo
Monkeys in the trees just thumbing their nose
At the bull-riders riding on rhinos
Warriors standing with spears in the hands
Wondering what’s next from a crazy white man
Natives are restless under these Stetsons
What are these cowboys doing in the Congo
Look like cows but they’re water buffaloes
Ropin’ and a riding in the Watusi Rodeo
Oh they look like cows but they’re water buffaloes
Everybody’s heading for the Watusi Rodeo
Dude, this song fooking RAWKS!!!!!
Really, do I need to say anymore? It’s a rock song. About dying. And having a birthday. And it’s hilarious. And it rocks.
Good shit, Maynard.
And of course, the lyrics:
Many years ago today something grew
inside of your mother…
That thing was you
YOU
YOU YOU YOU YOU
Did she scream did she cry
Only those that are born are the ones that
Get to die
One more year closer to dying
Rotting organs ripping grinding
Biological discordance
Birthday equals self abhorrence
Years keep passing aging always
Mutate into vapid slugs
Doctor gives a new perscription
Bullet in a fucking gun
One more year closer to dying
Plastic surgeons fuel the lying
You forget why you came in here
Your mind rots with every New Year
RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you’re running out of life
Happy Birthday
You’re gonna die
Now you’re old and full of hatred
Take a pill to masturbatred
Children point to you and scream
Because they will become that thing
One more year of further suffering
There’s no point of fucking bluffing
Open up your DETHDAY present
It’s a box of fucking nothing
RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you’re running out of life
DIE DIE
DETHDAY
BIRTHDAY
DETHDAY
DIE DIE
DETHDAY
BIRTHDAY
DETHDAY
RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you’re running out of life
Happy Birthday
You’re gonna die
Hotel Yorba was a breath of fresh air the first time I heard it on MTV2 (or was it VH1?).–you know, back when MTV2 played music videos. The song’s simple sound really stood out amongst the overly produced “alternative” crap, the lousy hip-hop, the terribly bad girl-pop, and the excrescent bad metal. Three chords, very minimal and hopeful, heck, the first time I’d heard skiffle since Lonnie Donnegan, just a really great sound. I fell in love with the song immediately.
The meaning of the song is very straightforward, about a man and woman in love. I love the heartfelt, honest feeling behind Jack White’s vocals, however, and that’s something else that really makes it all work.
And of course, the lyrics:
I was watching
With one eye on the other side
I had fifteen people telling me to move
I got moving on my mind
I found shelter
In some thoughts turning wheels around
I said 39 times that I love you
To the beauty I had found
Well its 1 2 3 4
Take the elevator
At the Hotel Yorba
I’ll be glad to see you later
All they got inside is vacancy
I’ve been thinking
Of a little place down by the lake
They got a dirty little road leading up to the house
I wonder how long it will take ’till we’re alone
Sitting on the front porch of that home
Stomping our feet on the wooden boards
Never gonna worry about locking the door
Well it’s 1 2 3 4
Take the elevator
At the Hotel Yorba
I’ll be glad to see you later
All they got inside is vacancy
It might sound silly
For me to think childish thoughts like these
But I’m so tired of acting tough
And I’m gonna do what i please
Let’s get married
In a big cathedral by a priest
‘Cause if I’m the man that you love the most
You could say I do at least
Well it’s 1 2 3 4
Take the elevator
At the Hotel Yorba
I’ll be glad to see you later
All they got inside is vacancy
And it’s 4 5 6 7
Grab your umbrella
Grab hold of me
‘Cause I’m your favorite fella
All they got inside is vacancy
Flagpole Sitta. was the first song I heard by Harvey Danger (and thankfully not the last). It’s a really strong pop song with some very clever, outstanding lyrics. Seemingly about a man confronted with life’s ills and slowly being driven crazy, it’s got a great hook, that very lovely singalong chorus, and it’s a very well crafted classic rock and roll song.
And of course, the lyrics:
I had visions, I was in them,
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me
Fingertips have memories,
Mine can’t forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes
(But no one ever does)
I’m not sick, but I’m not well
and I’m so hot ’cause I’m in hell
Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don’t even own a TV
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs now I’m an amputee, Goddamn you
I’m not sick, but I’m not well
And I’m so hot cause I’m in hell
I’m not sick, but I’m not well
And it’s a sin, to live so well
I wanna publish ‘zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn’t hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I’d like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind
Mind…
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody’s comin’ to get me
Just say you never met me
I’m runnin’ underground with the moles
Diggin’ big holes
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God it sounds like they’re snoring
But if you’re bored then you’re boring
The agony and the irony, they’re killing me, whoa!
I’m not sick, but I’m not well
And I’m so hot cause I’m in hell
I’m not sick, but I’m not well
And it’s a sin to live this well
(One, two, three, four!)
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