Best Lyrics of the Week #8, #9, #10, #11

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20 jui. 2010, 20h59m

#8: Duran Duran - The Chauffeur (Rio, 1982)

This song almost moves Duran Duran from being a fresh-on-the-scene pop-rock/synthpop band to being alternative rock/post-punk grandmasters. Almost. The success of the song heavily depends on the vocals and the lyrics of Simon Le Bon. Originally written as a piece of poetry by Simon Le Bon long before he joined Duran Duran, this have become one of their best efforts. Sing blue silver:


Out on the tar plains, the glides are moving
All looking for a new place to drive
You sit beside me, so newly charming
Sweating dew drops glisten, freshing your side
And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind the front of your dress all shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs in time with your beating heart

Way down the lane away, living for another day
The aphids swarm up in the drifting haze
Swim seagull in the sky towards that hollow western isle
My envied lady holds you fast in her gaze
And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind the front of your dress all shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs in time with your beating heart
And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind the front of your dress all shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs in time with your beating heart

Sing blue silver

And watching lovers part, I feel you smiling
What glass splinters lie so deep in your mind
To tear out from your eyes with a board to stiffen brooding lies
But I'll only watch you leave me further behind
And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind the front of your dress all shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs in time with your beating heart
And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind the front of your dress all shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs in time with your beating heart

Sing blue silver
Sing, sing blue silver


**There's more to this kind of camouflage
More than just colour and shape
Who's going now, in to a classiomatic?



** These additional lines are reported to be taken from a national history recording on insects.



#9: New Order - Blue Monday (Single, 1983)

Honestly, I don't exaclty know who wrote this brilliant piece of lyrics. Was it Bernard Sumner alone, or was it the brain product of the whole band? Whoever it was, this is good. This is really good. The deadpan attitude of the vocals of Sumner gives the lyrics their deserved serious tone; but as you know, the rest of the song is quite danceable even for a static moron like me. (By the way, the Flunk and Orgy covers, among hundreds of other covers, shine out. You might want to check them out as well.)

How does it feel
To treat me like you do
When you've laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are

I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how do I feel

Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They will turn away no more

And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me
Just how I should feel today

I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn't for your misfortunes
I'd be a heavenly person today

And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how should I feel

Now I stand here waiting

I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
When your heart grows cold
(grows cold, grows cold, grows cold)




#10: Eat - Crossroads (Angel-A, 2006)

As far as I know, Eat was an active band only during the late 80s and early 90s, and since I don't have this song in their 2 studio albums or among their 8 singles around that time (not even as a B-side), I wonder whether they released new material after 13 years from their last studio album. Anyway, this song was included in the soundtracks of Luc Besson's 2005 movie Angel-A, and is featured in the soundtrack album dominated by the original filmscores of Anja Garbarek. With less than little information about the song, it's actually hard to write about its lyrics. However, it should be enough credit that it smells like Lou Reed, only more on the wild side, more distorted and more bluesy.

Crossroads, a place where rogues abide
Waiting for the pain of strangers
And present them to their fates

Each fighter bends
They fall again in the dark from the ghost of their blood
How do you call us? Another price to pay.

Too many changes, that's rough
Some give you life and free
And free you from the wild way that is living hate

Crossroads, a place where time's divine
Gambling is the way of loners
Where we leave them to be (fake?)

Infected minds emerge on the edge of the death of their songs
How do you hurt them? You know the lies, you said.

And things never change that thought
We'll give you life and free
And free you from the slumber but it's getting late...





#11: dredg - Same Ol' Road (El Cielo, 2002)

This is one of the most peaceful and dreamy songs of dredg. The fact that their El Cielo unfolds around the 1944 painting Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening of Salvador Dalí explains the inclined surrealism all around the song. All in all, it is a honest song, a song of hope where one can have a modest house in a modest neighbourhood in a modest town where modest people dwell. It speaks of the hope to be able to dream the purest and most honest dreams once again. At least until the guns of today explode, or the bees of yesterday sting once again:

Here we go - down that same old road again,
Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds,
All the beauty within,
Here we go - down that same old road again,

A memory, a regret, a hope.

Here we go - down that same old road again,
Empathy controls the wind that blows,
And tickles our skin,

A memory, a regret, a hope, a stimulant.

Recent it seems, we must push on,
We must push on, though we bleed,
We must push on, we must push on.

All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood,
In a modest town, where honest people dwell.
Making the cleanest energy,
For the greenest plants to grow,
In the richest soil that is drenched,
With the freshest rain,

Then you should sit in your backyard,
Watch clouds peak over the tallest mountain tops,
Because they unveil honest opinions about the stars.

We must push on, we must push on, recent it seems,
We must push on, we must push on, though we bleed,
We must push on, we must push on

All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood...

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