Despite having liked the song ‘The Way That He Sings’ by My Morning Jacket for a long time I could barely decipher any of the lyrics. Found them today and they’re pretty good and I like the song even more now.
I used to think Breakfast at Tiffany’s was actually a good, cool and intelligent song because I thought the chorus went “the book kind of lied, dear”, rather than “well I kind of liked it [the film]” and Deep Blue Something were actually highbrow literary and cinematic critics.
Being a fan of Goldfrapp I am well used to Alison’s impenetrable word salads (she writes in a similar way to Liz Fraser albeit with less glossolalia - feel is more important than meaning) but Clowns, the exquisitely obfusticated opener to Seventh Tree always took the cake. It was only fairly recently that I found out that behind the folktronics and gorgeous mumbling and cooing it’s really about breast implants and fake tans…