Plums don’t grow IN trees; they grow ON trees. So it should be “OFF of the tree of life I just picked me a plum.”
Also:
Come Fly With Me (verse 2)
Come fly with me, we’ll float down to Peru
In llama-land there’s a one-man band
Not really a problem with the lyrics so much as with everybody’s pronunciation of “llama.”
If they want to pronounce it “lama,” then the lyrics should be
Come fly with me, will float down to Tibet
In lama-land there’s a one-man band
With a tune you won’t forget
Come fly with me, we’ll take my private jet.
(both the song and business jets were introduced in 1957)
“I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight”
Bonnie, Bonnie…
I get it - you probably went out with some real scuzzie douches and want to move up a bit in the chain. I get it, but - whoa, wait…wait a second here…what, lo and behold!..what’s this?:
…these amazing verses I was unaware of (having been subliminally muzak-indoctrinated only by the aforemetioned chorus) that seem to further illuminate a sort of Frazetta-fantasy inspired palette of Nicksian Bonnie-ness:
"Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There’s someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It’s gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
<doorhinged>
“Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I could swear there is someone, somewhere
Watching me
Through the wind, and the chill, and the rain
And the storm, and the flood
I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood”
Sure, G’NR is quite the sitting duck, but COME, ON…
“Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home (oh won’t you please take me home)”
Right - definitely don’t wanna go where the girls are…:eek:ugly:eek:
I mean - it’s called “Paradise City”, not “Dog City”, amirite?
I can only imagine back in the day, young girls hearing that and rolling their eyes, especially at their dumb male counterparts getting brainwashed by it.
“But then some people got jealous of how cool he was
So they killed him”
Duuuuuuuuuude.
Bringing up a band like King Missile could open the floodgates. Most of the rest of the lyrics though are reasonable or hypothetical things Jesus could have done.
It only takes one, Springsteen’s character in the song.
I remember this being brought up in a review of the album when it came out, ca 1978. The point being made in that review was that Springsteen’s California/Western/prairie characters were more completely from his imagination than his NJ/NY characters.
The real answer is pretty clearly that he just liked the way the lyric sounded as ‘69 Chevy with a 396, fuelie heads…’, better than the original ‘32 Ford she’s a 383…’, (which would check out, ‘stroker’ kit for the small block on that car=383 cu in). There’s supposedly audio of that still around.
“Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six-foot-four and full of muscles
I said, “do you speak-a my language?”
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich”
I’m listening to the Black Crowes’ Amorica, Nonfiction comes up and I’m reminded of this thread. What always gave me an uneasy incest vibe were the following lines:
And if we had a child I’d like a son,
Not a daughter
'Cause she’d be just like you
You know that would not do
Maybe I’m overthinking it, but what else could Chris Robinson have meant than “I would lust for her like I do for you, so that would not do”?
"Try to see it my way,
Do I have to keep on talking till I can’t go on?
While you see it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.
…
“Think of what you’re saying.
You can get it wrong and still you think that it’s alright.
Think of what I’m saying,
We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night.”
Paul - I think you’re getting just a little passive-aggressive, here, with the my-way-or-the-highway thing.
I’ve thought about this, and have come to the conclusion that the sheriff shot the deputy. The sheriff was corrupt and trying to plant evidence. The deputy was an honest cop who threatened to expose him, so the sheriff killed him … and then tried to pin it on our hero, who then shot the sheriff.
In case it isn’t well known, the point of the song is the singer keeps going farther and farther away from Australia, but wherever he goes, there’s another person from Oz already there.
“Do you come from the land down under?” (me, too!)
Not entirely unlike John Jacob Jingelheimer Smith.
