100 Days Project

Michael: Saving the languishing lyrical gems of modern pop

My aim is to trawl through my memory, my "record collection" and quotation references to unearth great pop poetry, drop it in, shine it up, make a comment or two as to its origin and personal impact. Enlighten? Hmm. Entertain, amuse, I hope. 100 times.

Day 19:

Incoming!

Someone sent me some lyrics today (feedback! a reader!) and I thought, well, I know the song and all, but something about seeing the words scrolling down the page reminded me of a)how fucking brilliant they were and b) how eclectic they were. The crazy couplings! Bizarre references! Stream of unconscious incohesive cohesion. Or somesuch. And while this was a high selling downbeat phenomenon, it really doesn't behoove me to pass further comment.

This is just verse one; Google it, millenial apathetics, if you want to see what round 2 brings.

And, yes, like you, sir, I'm wondering if someone is trying to ease me and my posts out of the kohl-like darkness of the 80s and into a pallid but new decade. Well, it worked. For today, anyway.

"In the time of chimpanzees
I was a monkey
Butane in my veins
So I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs,
Spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights
And put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser
And the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches,
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps sayin'
I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding
And a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation
And a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face
With some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps
And burnin' down the trailer park"

Soy un perdedor indeed

mIcky