Lyrics that resonate with you

[fiveandtwo]

I remember when I was in high school and listening in this song at night on my am/fm radio.  It always made me feel relaxed and still does.

Gerry Rafferty’s “Baker Street”. Between the guitar, saxophone and vocals, it’s just an all time favorite.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fo6aKnRn...gAo7VqN5tD

[IdeomotorPrisoner]

I dont know if they resonate with me, or I've just known too many divinely-screwed dingbats and find it amusing. 

It gets somewhat lamb to the slaughter crazy when inner dialog is not understood as mental projection. A lot of the born again recovery people rewire their brains when they're addicts, apparently. 

[Solvedit]

"She Talks to Angels" is somewhat similar to "Jane Says" which came out two years earlier.  

The music industry may have wanted to let the increasing number of complainers who felt they were trapped by drug addiction and gang violence tell their tale, and that was "Jane Says" and grunge in general.  

"Smells Like Teen Spirit" may have been essentially "Walrus."  Ironically, "Walrus" may have resulted from the Beatles having to spend a few days sober.  They possibly had been burying their disgust and humiliation with drug abuse, then it all came out in an unresolved jumble, when they were just starting to be no longer "fab." 

Then they wanted a sellout who was all about pleasing the industry to answer it in a way which implied the "fundies" had gotten to the complainers by screwing with the minds of the slaves so they thought they could talk to angels.  

The deeper reason may have been that they wanted rock fans to understand better what goes through the minds of those who hold out against recruitment into rock & roll, but still feel the holdouts don't have a real-world point.

[David64]

The story behind this...in 81 - 82 I dated a girl in high school for 2 years. Junior and Senior years. After graduation, she went off to college and I went into the coal mines when I turned 18. Long distance didn't work out and years later I heard this and realized I still missed "a fawn eyed girl with sun browned legs dancing on the edge of his dreams". 

2 songs remind me of her.

[Moon68]

Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests
About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts
Maybe below the cockles
Maybe in the sub cockle area
Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys
Maybe even in the colon, we don't know
I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job
I'm your average white, suburbanite slob
I like football and porno and books about war
I got an average house with a nice hardwood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on my table and a Cuban cigar
But sometimes, that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested
(Oh, no, no way, uh-uh)
No, I gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense
(Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane
While people behind me are going insane
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, such an asshole)
I use public toilets, and I piss on the seat
I walk around in the Summer time, saying, "How about this heat?"
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
Sometimes, I park in handicapped spaces
While handicapped people make handicapped faces
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's a real fucking asshole)
Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong...
Nah
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible
Hot pink with whale skin hubcaps
And all leather cow interior
And big brown baby seal eyes for head lights (Yeah)
And I'm gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour
Gettin' one mile per gallon
Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonald's
In the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers
And when I'm done sucking down those greaseball burgers
I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag
And then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side
And there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it
You know why? Because we've got the bomb, that's why
Two words: nuclear fucking weapons, okay?
Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want
They can have a big democracy cakewalk
Right through the middle of Tiananmen Square
And it won't make a lick of difference
Because we've got the bombs, okay?
John Wayne's not dead, he's frozen
And as soon as we find a cure for cancer
We're gonna thaw out the Duke, and he's gonna be pretty pissed off
You know why?
Have you ever taken a cold shower?
Well, multiply that by fifteen million times
That's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be
I'm gonna get the Duke, and John Cassavetes
And Lee Marvin, and Sam Peckinpah, and a case of whiskey
And drive down to Texas and
(Hey! You know, you really are an asshole!)
Why don't you just shut up and sing the song, pal?
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
A-S-S-H-O-L-E
Everybody
A-S-S-H-O-L-E
I'm an asshole, and I'm proud of it

[Maxmars]

As I grew older I discovered with some irony, that it actually is excusable sometimes to be an asshole, the "key" was not to take pride in it.