I keep saying, “I don’t listen to lyrics.” But, of course I do. A little. Sometimes, no matter how hard I try, I still can’t make out what the singer is on about. It’s often easier simply to lie back, relax, let the music wash over me and accept the words merely as a means of allowing the human voice to act as an instrument. Then, occasionally, a word or phrase bubbles up that catches my ear.
I have listened to Every Breath You Take thousands of times. I like it but my dad really loved it. Today, I heard it again on the radio. At 55 seconds in, the chorus starts, the second line of which turns out to be, “How my poo-hole aches, with every step you take.” I’d never noticed before. It didn’t surprise me. After all, Sting has issues.
Ticket To Ride is a song about a girl leaving John Lennon, a Beatle!! Clearly madness.
When the chorus is “She’s got a tick in her eye”, everything makes sense. She is obviously infested and her brain is affected.
…but at least she leaves him his baby donkey at the end
Has Mick Jagger ever sung a more romantic line than, “I’ll never leave your pizza burning”?
Peter Gabriel’s Intruder as decoded by a five year-old. Apparently it’s about a cat, called Mark. Hence the line “Intruder leaves – he’s Mark”.
Great track, now given a new perspective. You have to wait until 3:55 to hear the cat’s name.
The recent thread on the death of Cynthia Robinson linked to an RIP by Questlove. in the comments below someone had written “Cynthia on the throne”
I’ve known and loved that record for decades. I always had it as “If I could hear a horn blow, sittin’ here on the throne”
Either way seems rude to me!