My favorite Bob Seger song is Motorhead’s cover of Thin Lizzy’s version of Bob Seger’s Rosalie.
Random aside, spawned by the mention of Bob Seger… I don’t know that the world particularly needs a biopic of Bob Seger, but if one is ever made, Seger must be played by Jonathan Frakes.
And I’ll agree with those who like America’s music and vocals but think their lyrics are spotty at best. I do think “The ocean is a desert with its life underground” us pretty good, though, for the reason Der Trihs stated already.
I think that I have finally figured out what this phrase is about: it is designed to trigger a Schizophrenic reaction for listeners who are already prone to such things. And remember: in those days many people used LSD as a routine part of their daily lives. So now it all makes sense.
Sir Galahad certainly gets the zombie award. This thread will not play dead.
“If you can’t blind ‘em with brilliance, baffle ‘em with bullshit.” This thread proves the effectiveness of that strategy. As Umberto Eco pointed out in* Foucault’s Pendulum*, write down some catchy-but-meaningless nonsense, and the world will spend centuries trying to figure out what it means. Worked for Nostradamus and John of Patmos, works for America.
I’m quickly learning the value of these observations. “Just reply” with random words is another strategy to appear to be present while “clouding men’s minds so they cannot see <whomever>” a la The Shadow!
Folks just like to assume you’re trying to make sense!
Am I the only one who didn’t notice the thread was a zombie and thought that “twit Steve Miller” referred to neo-Nazi White House aide Stephen Miller?
I like imagery in song lyrics but sometimes I wonder if they are bullshitting us like Dewey is in Tin Man and HWNN. John Lennon too, and he admitted it with “I Am The Walrus”.
Bob Dylan goes too far as well. “Love Minus Zero/No Limit” is a great song for awhile, then you get a stream of ridiculous like -
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
But then it ends with this striking image -
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
And there are large parts of some oceans that receive very little rainfall.
Quick, can you name Sir Galahad’s horse? It was, ta-da, A Horse With No Name!
The search for the Holy Grail of the meaning behind America’s lyrics has been cracked!
(unless it is me who is cracked, tho I was more of a Mad than Cracked guy, magazine-wise)