These Lyrics Are Unsolvable

[Teto 2609]

"Talk About"

By: Dear and the Headlights

I think he just put every metaphor he could think of into one song.

You're like a constant crowding consonant I'm a claustrophobic I, I said

We're as comfortable as wool warming naked indifference

Thank god your words have come to rescue me from my sentence

You're like a two stepping tongue on a flesh dance floor

Your the eulogy I can't avoid anymore

That tumor in my side celebrating malignance

"Surprise I'm moving in I think I've grown on your parents"

You want to talk about all the feeling I'm feeling

I'm a passed out priest in an AA meeting

And they're checking my pulse trying to make a decision

I've got those rolled back eyes but nothing's clouding my vision

You're like a knock at the door in the middle of dinner

From the friendly registered sex offender

All equipped with a mustache and a windowless van

You're telling me how much you've changed

I'm trying to hide the crayons and no you can't come in

I'm like your neighbor's hand on your father's throat

"Sweetie go back inside, see this is just for adults"

So adult is what we'll be, domestic violence in denim

Each tumble down the stairs appeals your puff paint addendum

You say I'm like your backpack caught on a chain link fence

But dear I'm a thank you card in the future tense

I'm jumping out of cakes serving divorce papers

I'd say I love you too but I'm all out of favors

You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling

Like your chalkboard wrists but I don't tally the meaning

You keep forgetting the plot, let alone the long sleeps

My eyes they only know three words and each is pronounced "Please!?"

And I would walk you home if I could find my crutches

Probably listen more if you didn't talk so much

Why don't you show yourself out

How can you cry now, this whole things been such a drought

You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling

You're like a phone call home after eight long seasons

There's a mail order bride and a baby that's teething

Said the smog it hurts your eyes so on the next train you're leaving

I'm not certain it's the smog more than the constant grieving

But first you're dropping off the kid and sticking me with the feeding

I said Oh god damn it you're so mean

You say I'll loose the Christian crowd if I say things like these

But I've already lost them, I couldn't care less

I guess my path it just got wide so I'll just with you all my narrow best

[Arachne 25]

Crazy.

Here's another song with crazy lyrics. It's by a group called Fraser and Debolt.

The Waltz of the Tennis Players

The reason I get so upset when you talk disassuredly

Is where on earth is it leading?

The cowboys have trouble with reading,

The mistletoe is leaving your head on my shoulder,

My, my, my.

Your love for me, is an overnight sensation;

My love for you, is an overnight sensation too!

Constance, what a name, you should have said Felicity,

How did you hear I was hungry?

That's nonsense, Marie, and you know it,

The liquor has made you a little bit bolder,

My, my, my.

Your love for me, is an overnight sensation;

My love for you, is an overnight sensation too!

Now that the whole thing is over,

Heaven knows what I'll do;

I might try to get back to the clover,

Or I might stay and play for you.

Incense, velvet, simplicity, religion,

Where on earth are you going?

The cowboys are sprinkling mycelium;

The mushrooms keep growing in every new boot print,

My, my, my.

Your love for me, is an overnight sensation;

My love for you, is an overnight sensation too!

I finally found a version of it online.

[Hiro Protagonist 0]

Have any of you gotten emails with the subject "Stinky Cheese"?

[Teto 2609]

no

[randomfan 0]

Good Lord, those are awful lyrics. Though I have to say, "Talk About" trumps "Waltz of the Tennis Players" in lyrical absurdity, even if the latter has a better title.

[Max 10]

"I definitely am pretty sure it's about a terrible relationship/marriagewhere they annoy the hell out of each other. She talks too much aboutridiculous things and he wants nothing to do with it. He also thinksshe's clingy and aggressive. I dunno, the first time I heard it it madeperfect sense to me. It's an incredible tongue twisting song. Soclever!"

[Teto 2609]

Good Lord, those are awful lyrics. Though I have to say, "Talk About" trumps "Waltz of the Tennis Players" in lyrical absurdity, even if the latter has a better title.

I define awful as trying to be meaningful but failing, being blatant like "I love you let's have sex".

I like absurd. So these are good lyrics.

Good Lord, those are awful lyrics. Though I have to say, "Talk About" trumps "Waltz of the Tennis Players" in lyrical absurdity, even if the latter has a better title.

I define awful as trying to be meaningful but failing, being blatant like "I love you let's have sex".

I like absurd. So these are good lyrics.

And I don't know, I don't think it's meant to be obvious. It just seems like a collection of impossibly vague metaphors. I say impossibly vague because I haven't bothered to look into all of them much.

Like, comparing yourself to a thank you letter in the future tense, that makes sense. As if you're going up to someone and saying "And thanks in advance for the meal you're making me" if they hadn't planned on doing it in the first place. It makes sense when you put enough thought into it.

Still trying to underastand "hide the crayons" in the sex offender bit though.

[Arachne 25]

I wouldn't say either of them has 'awful' lyrics, just bizarre ones. Yeah, Silves' is stranger, I think. Mine's mostly a silly 70's song, and I just like the random imagery, like the cowboys sprinkling mycelium.

I'd argue that both of them give a good idea of the relationship, even when the metaphors can be bizzarre. I think "Talk About" has to do with someone who feels he's being smothered by the other person, someone he's trying to get rid of because they hurt him. "Waltz of the Tennis Players" is maybe about free love and a sense of feeling lost about the future.

[randomfan 0]

All right, 'bizarre' works. But to me, the lyrics still look like they could be (and were) banged out in a matter of minutes. Still, not nearly as bad as "Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll". Those words are the only lyrics in the song.

[Hare Krishna 0]

THIS IS NOT METAPHOR! THIS IS SIMILE! i am the walrus is metaphorical

[Arachne 25]

right, similes in the first  one, and metaphors in the second. Geez, I'll just call them comparisons if that makes you feel better.

[Teto 2609]

the lyrics still look like they could be (and were) banged out in a matter of minutes.

Mum mum mum mah

Mum mum mum mah

I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas Plays

Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)

Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start

And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Can't read my,

Can't read my

No he can't read my poker face

(She's got to love nobody)

Can't read my

Can't read my

No he can't read my poker face

(She's got to love nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be

A little gambling is fun when you're with me I love it)

Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun

And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun, fun

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Can't read my,

Can't read my

No he can't read my poker face

(She's got to love nobody)

Can't read my

Can't read my

No he can't read my poker face

(She's got to love nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

I won't tell you that I love you

Kiss or hug you

Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin

I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning

Just like a chick in the casino

Take your bank before I pay you out

I promise this, promise this

Check this hand cause I'm marvelous

Can't read my,

Can't read my

No he can't read my poker face

(She's got to love nobody)

Can't read my

Can't read my

No he can't read my poker face

(She's got to love nobody)

Can't read my,

Can't read my

No he can't read my poker face

(She's got to love nobody)

Can't read my

Can't read my

No he can't read my poker face

(She's got to love nobody)

Can't read my,

Can't read my

No he can't read my poker face

(She's got to love nobody)

Can't read my

Can't read my

No he can't read my poker face

(She's got to love nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

[Arachne 25]

 ...And yet I only think of the Brooklyn Rage version. Which is now stuck in my head. Again. Thanks.