Archive for September, 2012

One of my favorite 90s songs is Hey Leonardo (She Likes Me For Me) by Blessid Union Of Souls. At first the words give the impression that the singer is bragging about all the things he is, and that’s why “she” likes him. But, mixed in, he seems to be celebrating the fact that she sees the real him – and still loves him. He even ponders, quite transparently, at one point why she “wastes all her time” with him.

But my favorite line is:

“She likes me for me,
Not because
I hang with Leonardo
Or that guy who played in Fargo –
I think his name was Steve.”

I like this line because he’s revealing how it’s good that she *doesn’t* like him for who he knows, because he is so far out of the A-list crowd [or whatever crowd Steve’s in] that he isn’t even sure of the guy’s name!

I also like this line because it sounds like he gets distracted, like he’s off “chasing a rabbit,” which is something I can totally relate to. In fact, as I’m singing along with the song when it plays on the radio, when it gets to the “I think his name was…” line, I ponderously touch my chin, tilt my head to the side, and look off into the heavens, as if I, too, am distracted by racking my brain trying to recall the guy’s name.

“I love that part!”   :thumbsup:

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random thoughts about songs

Posted: September 3, 2012 in Music, review

Being a fan of obsessive, stalker-y music, Darren Hayes’ song “Creepin’ Up On You” is one of my favorites.

But – and yes, I know I’m overthinking it – one of the lines says:

If I had to live without you — nobody could

“Nobody could”… and yet, lots of people do. In fact, given the # of people on the planet, you could safely say that the vast majority of people do!

So, that argument for being a stalker is rendered null and void.

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In the song “Imaginary Lover” by Atlanta Rhythm Section, the singer describes – in a somewhat obsessive tone – the bliss of, basically, a relationship that’s all in your head. At one point, as if overcome by how awesome it is, he observes with conviction:

“Imagination’s unreal!”

That’s a clever way to sum up the whole song. He’s playing on a popular expression and praising the imaginings, but at the same time there’s a bittersweet note of truth. Imagination IS unreal, and however you might enjoy the thoughts, they’re bound to lose their appeal because there’s no substance.