Hmmm. He’s blinded by her beauty. Or, he uses her picture when “taking care of himself”. Either way, compliment!
I’m just full of answers, today, huh! :dubious:
Listen to any Rob/White Zombie song and see if you can figure out what any of it means.
Here’s a verse to decipher:
Yeah inbreed the witches
and woship the dogs
Deformed and fuck’n lazy
Damn yourself and choke
On my name I’d love to love ya baby
Deadringer rats swinging in the trees
Immaculate conception Bury me an angel God I need
some inspiration
I think you’ve broken up some of those lines in weird places, but he’s writing in images and impressions, not telling a story. Those kinds of lyrics rarely make ‘sense,’ especially without the music. But I always liked “Bury me an angel, God I need some inspiration.”
Just about every damn sing Duran Duran ever did.
We had to sing part of “You Can Call Me Al” in choir class. Also that Love Me Like A Rock song. One of those horrible medleys they seem to love.
No, I never could figure out what that first song meant. The second one made a little more sense, though “She love me like a rock” was still kind of weird.
Once before, when the SDMB danced around that one, somebody came in to tell us about the “hippie trail” of backpackers who travelled across south Asia in search of enlightenment. Several of them were robbed and killed by local bandits.
I’m guessing it’s a compliment, sort of an update of an older song.
“There are clouds in the sky,
Maybe millions of people go by,
But they all disappear from view,
'Cause I only have eyes for you.”
By the way, it’s a futile quest to try to make sense out of some Paul Simon songs.
There was a song (from the end of the disco era) which always puzzled me; I think it went like this:
-"…its too hot, too hot baby, gotta run for shelter, gotta find the shade"
I also though it sounded like:
“… its two o’clock, two o’clock, gotten run like rats, from the mess that we made”
neither of which seemed to make any sense.
Err, not necessarily. I can throw a party and put food everywhere myself. To me “catered” implies that a third party has done the catering. (This may or may not be true in the strictest definition of “cater”, but it’s how it generally seems to be used)
I don’t think it’s meant to be “purposefully absurdist” so much as it’s meant to rhyme.
Back in my singer/songwriter days I had a line that went:
I like your pants, you’re so fancy
Will you be the Sid to my Nancy
Nobody better steal that, now.
If you can make sense of these lines from “Supper’s Ready” by Genesis -
There’s Winston Churchill dressed in drag,
he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.
The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick,
the brick was an egg,
the egg was a bird,
Hadn’t you heard?
Yes we’re happy as fish, and gorgeous as geese,
and wonderfully clean in the morning.
- you’ll be doing better than me.
“Too Hot” by Kool & The Gang.
It’s clear Gwen Stefani is planning ahead. By writing and performing vapid earworms that no doubt are played by every high school in the nation at pep rallies, she’s setting herself up for a wave of nostalgia tours about fifteen years from now. (Must have paid attention to the fate of her husband, who rode the grunge wave with Bush, then crashed when people realized they were utter crap.)
Speaking of which… Bush had to have the absolute worst lyrics ever. Case in point:
And what the hell is a “razorblade suitcase?”
But you wouldn’t do it yourself if you had R. Kelly’s money. 
I think you’re kind of missing the point of Bush lyrics. To borrow from Marley23, “he’s writing in images and impressions, not telling a story.”
Although not everybody who does that is good at it. There are some bits in that passage that are okay. I think my “worst-ever” lyrics title is reserved for Jim Steinman.
I’m surprised no one has mentioned Louie Louie. 
Hee. posts 44 and 45
How about that song “She’s a Brick House.” Is this supposed to be a complement? I’ve actually asked several women I know about this song, and none of them would appreciate being described metaphorically as a large masonry structure.
I may have been way off base on this but I used to think it was a reference to the Thuggee.
But they’d probably appreciate “stacked” (or at least understand the meaning).
A good point, but given the imagery one has become accustomed to from the Rolling Stones, “troubadours” must be some reference to musicians, raconteurs or artists of some sort.
System of a Down, whose often incomprehensible lyrics are infamous, doesn’t seem to make that much more sense when you actually read what they’re trying to sing.
In Toxicity, for example, the singer asks:
What is the function of the word “new”? New what?