Friday, November 07, 2008

music list of the day

Songs that pull a specific lyrical trick on you: refer constantly to a woman by name, or by use of the phrase "my baby" or something similar, and then reveal, late in the song, that she's - wait for it - a real baby, or at least a small child of some sort. Oh, my aching sides.

2 comments:

Toby said...

On a similar, though perhaps dodgier, note, there's always Gilbert O'Sullivan's 'Clair'. And I think it's worth repeating the lyrics...

Clair
The moment I met you, I swear
I felt as if something, somewhere
Had happened to me, which I couldn't see
And then, the moment I met you, again
I knew in my heart that we were friends
It had to be so, it couldn't be no
But try as hard as I might do, I don't know why
You get to me in a way I can't describe
Words mean so little when you look up and smile
I don't care what people say, to me you're more than a child
Oh Clair, Clair

Clair
If ever a moment so rare
Was captured for all to compare
That moment is you in all that you do
But why in spite of our age difference do I cry
Each time I leave you I feel I could die
Nothing means more to me than hearing you say
"I'm going to marry you, will you marry me Uncle Ray !"

Oh Clair Clair

Clair
I've told you before don't you dare
Get back into bed
Can't you see that it's late
No you can't have a drink
Oh alright then, but wait just a bit
While I, in an effort to babysit, catch up my breath
What there is left of it
You can be murder at this hour of the day
But in the morning the sun will see my lifetime away
Oh Clair, Clair

Oh Clair

...oh dear. Lovely tune, though.

electrichalibut said...

Yes, he was a bit of a rum cove, Gilbert O'Sullivan. Alone Again (Naturally) is a pretty odd song, too.

In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promised myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower,
And climbing to the top,
Will throw myself off


Nice.