I’ve discovered, after a difficult period of mostly fruitless analysis [1], that when I love a song’s lyrics, I love those lyrics for two very particular reasons:
because they use Proper Nouns;
because they use dialogue in an interesting way.
(&, well, also, because they’re funny.)
To wit: [2]
A Dangerous Woman Up To A Point once said —
“I’ve never read ‘so-and-so’ so why mention him here, in this square
where culprits axe me, my dear.
Tried to enjoy myself at the Society Ball, really I did.
Froze on Union Street, it was springtime, I was just a kid lost in a map
of the stars others called ‘your eyes.’
It was a trap!
It was a good time!
It was a hard to realize! ...
This is from Destroyer’s “A Dangerous Woman Up to a Point,” from Destroyer’s Rubies, which album is quickly becoming my favorite of 2006, by the way. [3] There are so many fucking brilliant sounds & words on this album, & it just gets better for me every time I listen.
Listen to “A Dangerous Woman Up to a Point”.
[1] Read, sitting around on the couch on a Sunday afternoon, quite happily lazy.
[2] See also: the Fiery Furnaces.
[3] Prior to the release—but after the inevitable leaks—I wrote about “Rubies” (i.e., the song, not the album).
Wait until you hear the new Lambchop record. It's off the fucking chain, maing.
Posted by: Raj Bala | May 19, 2006 at 03:32 AM