It’s only words …
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Talk about making a rod for my own back?!
I’ve mentioned before, I’m not big on song lyrics. The kind of music I listen to is loud, fast-faced, beat-laden and would have me bopping around my living room like an idiot fed on a diet of energy drinks and green Smarties.
So, I wasn’t too surprised when one evening, as we binge-watched music programmes on You Tube or whatever, my wife Diane had a wee dig at my choices.
“This is rubbish! It’s just a noise! You can’t even make out any of the words!”
(And yes, all the exclamation marks were in her voice.)
“I like other stuff as well, you know,” I sort of feebly protested.
“Aye, right – like what? Quote me some lyrics from a song that have stuck with you forever.”
It was a Saturday night. We’d had a few drinks. You know how it goes? Well … OK I’d had a few beers. I panicked. (I hate to ‘lose’ our wee ‘debates’ – especially if music-related.)
Powered by Tennants lager, my brain quickly fired up.
“Desperado,’ by The Eagles,” I quicky, and as it turned out, rather rashly volunteered.
“Why?”
“Because I can identify with the lyrics. Or at least some of them. I just love the poetic imagery and sentiment of:
‘Don’t you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy
She’ll beat you if she’s able.
You know the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet.’
“How do you mean?”
I blame the beer – I should have seen that pothole in the road ahead; a pothole that would be the size of the Grand Canyon when I arrived at the edge a few moments later.
Don’t drink and think, kids!
“Well, I think what they mean is for us blokes not to fall for a girl because she is purely beautiful and glitzy. What they’re saying is that perhaps someone who is more plain looking but has a more caring soul …. “
Oh crap!
It was like an ‘out of body experience.’ As the words spilled out my mouth, the air in the room turned chilly. A bundle of metaphorical tumbleweed rolled across the living room floor.
“No, wait! What I mean is …”
Boy! Did that take some explaining. And pleading! (Actually, I think Diane reveled in my discomfort, and prolonged it for a totally unnecessary length of time.)
But is it any wonder the lyrics to ‘Desperado’ WILL remain with me forever?
Sheesh!
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