Curious song lyrics

[Me and my Monkey]

There are some songs that I have grown up with. From time to time their lyrics have struck me as a bit odd, but I have never really questioned them. They are the tapestry of my life and beyond question. However, from time to time I get to thinking "what on earth are you on about?". Today I was listening to Norwegian Wood on the radio. I'd always imagined the Norwegian Wood in question had something to do with the nationality of the young lady whose flat John had been invited back to, or the location of the aforementioned flat, but today I had an epiphany. Could John in fact simply been commmenting on the superior quality of Norwegian wood as fuel for the fire he had lit?

 

[Prince Monolulu]

His Royal Highness Paul Weller, in Tube Station, ejaculates that he saw ' "Jesus saves" painted by an atheist nutter'. Curious...how did he know such details about the author? Why would an eccentric non-believer scribe such words?

 

[Me and my Monkey]

His Royal Highness Paul Weller, in Tube Station, ejaculates that he saw ' "Jesus saves" painted by an atheist nutter'. Curious...how did he know such details about the author? Why would an eccentric non-believer scribe such words?

Did he not also mention the missus "polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork". This suggests a degree of poshness, but if you think about it in a little more depth, would Mr and Mrs Posh really be drinking fancy wine after midnight? I've never quite made my mind up where Paul Weller lies on the poshometer.

 

[lawros left foot]

The old favourite-

Jailbreak- Thin Lizzy
Tonight theres gonna be a jailbreak, somewhere in this town,

Yeah, that would be the jail, Phil

 

[Prince Monolulu]

WHY wouldn't you have the recipe again? Has Mary Berry half-inched it?

“Someone left the cake out in the rain / I don’t think that I can take it / Cause it took so long to bake it / And I’ll never have that recipe again.”

 

[Icy Gull]

WHY wouldn't you have the recipe again? Has Mary Berry half-inched it?

“Someone left the cake out in the rain / I don’t think that I can take it / Cause it took so long to bake it / And I’ll never have that recipe again.”

I challenge anyone to find a song with more bizarre lyrics than this Richard Harris song with lyrics by Jimmy Webb

Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh no!

I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh no!

There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one

I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky.
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why

Oh no
No no
Oh No!

 

[CorgiRegisteredFriend]

Not curious but have some Half Man Hlaf Biscuit

She stayed with me until she moved to Notting Hill
She said it was the place she needs to be
Where the cocaine is fair trade, and frequently displayed
Is the Buena Vista Social Club CD

 

[Me and my Monkey]

Tusk. Tusk? Why tusk? What's that got to do with the rest of the song?

 

[The Antikythera Mechanism]

Frank Zappa "Penis Dimension" from 200 Motels

Penis dimension
Penis dimension
Penis dimension is worrying me
I can't hardly sleep at night
'Cause of penis dimension

Do you worry?
Do you worry a lot?

No!

Do you worry?
Do you worry and moan . . .
That the size of your cock is not monstruous enough?

It's your penis dimension!
Penis dimension!

Wah ooo-wah ooo-wah ooo-wah
Wah ooo-wah ooo-wah ooo-wah

Hiya friends. Now just be honest about it. Did you ever consider the possiblity that your penis, and in the case of many dignified ladies, that the size of the titties themselves might provide elements of sub-conscious tension? Weird, twisted anxieties that could force a human being to have to become a politician! A policeman! A jesuit monk

A rock and roll guitar player! A wino! You name it. Or in the case of the ladies, the ones that can't afford a silicone BEEF-UP, may become writers of hot books

"Manuel, the gardener, placed his burning phallus in her quivering quim."

Yes, or they become Carmelite nuns!

"Gonzo, the lead guitar player, placed his mutated member in her slithering slit." Ha ha ha!

Ooh, or racehorse jockeys. There is no reason why you, or your loved one should suffer. Things are bad enough, without the size of your organ adding even more misery to the TROUBLES OF THE WORLD!

Right on, right on!

Now, if your a lady and you've got munchkin tits, you can console yourself with this age-old line from primary school..

ANYTHING OVER A MOUTHFUL IS WASTED! YES!

And isn't it the truth? And if you're a guy, and one night you're at a party and you're trying to be cool, I mean, you aren't even wearing any underwear, you're being so cool, and somebody hits on you one night, and he looks you up and down and he says, uh . . .

Eight inches or less?

Well let me tell you, brothers, that's the time when you got to turn around and look that sonofabitch right between the eyes, and you got to tell him these words..

 

[Lady Whistledown]

The line

"Still they hate you/ You're a vegetable"

in Michael Jackson's Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' has always left me puzzled.

 

[Me and my Monkey]

Frank Zappa "Penis Dimension" from 200 Motels

Penis dimension
Penis dimension
Penis dimension is worrying me
I can't hardly sleep at night
'Cause of penis dimension

Do you worry?
Do you worry a lot?

No!

Do you worry?
Do you worry and moan . . .
That the size of your cock is not monstruous enough?

It's your penis dimension!
Penis dimension!

Wah ooo-wah ooo-wah ooo-wah
Wah ooo-wah ooo-wah ooo-wah

Hiya friends. Now just be honest about it. Did you ever consider the possiblity that your penis, and in the case of many dignified ladies, that the size of the titties themselves might provide elements of sub-conscious tension? Weird, twisted anxieties that could force a human being to have to become a politician! A policeman! A jesuit monk

A rock and roll guitar player! A wino! You name it. Or in the case of the ladies, the ones that can't afford a silicone BEEF-UP, may become writers of hot books

"Manuel, the gardener, placed his burning phallus in her quivering quim."

Yes, or they become Carmelite nuns!

"Gonzo, the lead guitar player, placed his mutated member in her slithering slit." Ha ha ha!

Ooh, or racehorse jockeys. There is no reason why you, or your loved one should suffer. Things are bad enough, without the size of your organ adding even more misery to the TROUBLES OF THE WORLD!

Right on, right on!

Now, if your a lady and you've got munchkin tits, you can console yourself with this age-old line from primary school..

ANYTHING OVER A MOUTHFUL IS WASTED! YES!

And isn't it the truth? And if you're a guy, and one night you're at a party and you're trying to be cool, I mean, you aren't even wearing any underwear, you're being so cool, and somebody hits on you one night, and he looks you up and down and he says, uh . . .

Eight inches or less?

Well let me tell you, brothers, that's the time when you got to turn around and look that sonofabitch right between the eyes, and you got to tell him these words..

Do you live in Notting Hill?

 

[Me and my Monkey]

The fading chorus of Adam and the Ants "Stand and Deliver" I remember being a hot topic of discussion in my Smash Hits reading days. Some one suggested that "Cwa Cwa Dandiddly" (or whatever it was they were singing) was in fact a derivative of a military command "Come on, stand easily", i.e. "c'mon, c'mon, standiddly!"

 

[m20gull]

Pretty much anything written by Syd Barrett.

 

[Easy 10]

"I'm serious as cancer when I say rhythm is a dancer"

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

For utter drivel, yet with a cracking tune, I give you P Machinery by Propaganda:

On joyless lanes we walk in lines
A calm but steady flow.
Accompanied by loud commands
Our strength is running low.

 

[Goldstone1976]

Did he not also mention the missus "polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork". This suggests a degree of poshness, but if you think about it in a little more depth, would Mr and Mrs Posh really be drinking fancy wine after midnight? I've never quite made my mind up where Paul Weller lies on the poshometer.

More to the point, he's clearly a Luddite heathen - who the hell drinks wine with a "takeaway curry" anyway?

 

[Icy Gull]

Pretty much anything written by Syd Barrett.

Ain't that the truth but fabulously curious and bizarre. I love Syd's songs, such a shame he fried his brain

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

The German semigoth band L'Ame Immortelle take the biscuit. Here is a snippet:

Like a ship on untamed oceans
I'm lost without a trace
Clouds in their gentle motions
Mock me with their grace

And I watch the fading sunset
As the waves come crashing in
I hope the sea will cleanse me
From the pain within

In seas of sin, I lost my soul
Never to be found
A life astray, without control
Sinking to the ground

And I watch the fading sunset
As the waves come crashing in
I hope the sea will cleanse me
From the pain within

And on the next day's morning
I shall be offered to the sea
To wash away my guilt forever
And end my misery

 

[Mr Bridger]

Another Adam and the Ants, Prince Charming.

Don't chew leather
Don't chew leather
Stop being dandy showing me you're handsome.

 

[Me and my Monkey]

Pretty much anything written by Syd Barrett.

I've got a mouse and he hasn't got a house, I don't know why I call him Gerald. He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

It's hard to know what to make of that ..