March 21, 2006

Lyricritical

OK, time for a new game. This one is really easy. (and dumb maybe, but my brain is mush at the moment and maybe this will stimulate things)

Every week, I will post a snippet of a song lyric. One verse or so. There are two ways to play.

  1. For your left brain: Try to identify the lyric (without a Google search). Guess artist, or artist and song name. It’s OK to be wrong. It’s just a stupid game.
  2. For your right brain: The more important half of the game. Pause for a moment and give us a one-word impression of the lyric. This word could be how the lyric makes you feel, your assessment of the lyric, criticism of the lyric, praise of the lyric, whatever. It’s your one-word impression. Simple. Just pause for a second, think and come up with a word from whatever stream of consciousness is running through your brain. (OK - you’re going to need help from your left brain for this one, too).

Feel free to only play one way or the other if you don’t feel like playing both.

NOTE TO LURKERS: I know you’re out there; I read the server logs. If you’ve been waiting to participate, now is the time. At the very least, it’s a one-word comment. Live a little.

This week’s lyric:

I don’t know were we are
Fearful eyes don’t see very far
Drivin’ in my daddy’s car
Ashtray full of his cigars
Posted by James at March 21, 2006 8:39 AM
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Comments

1. I have no idea. Stereophonics?

2. Nausea.

Posted by: Mike L. at March 21, 2006 9:47 AM

confused

Don't know or don't recognize the lyrics.

I tend not to pay much attention to lyrics anyway so unless it's a song I really like I probably won't get the song from the lyrics.

Posted by: B.O.B. (bob) at March 21, 2006 9:48 AM

I know it's Joseph Arthur, and my word is nostalgic. Neither of my parents smoked -- it isn't that -- but the song gives me a strong vibe of being a teenager, driving around because you've nothing better to do, and a sense of looking for your own identity while still being tangled up in your parents' identity.

Okay, that's more than one word.

Posted by: Maggie at March 21, 2006 10:27 AM

1. NO IDEA
2. young (Without knowing the rest of the song, I imagine it's a scared little kid who doesn't know where his dad is taking him.)

Posted by: Karen at March 21, 2006 10:43 AM

1. I doubt I've ever heard this
2. Desperate

Posted by: julie at March 21, 2006 10:51 AM

1. No freaking clue.
2. fleeing

Posted by: Chuck S. at March 21, 2006 2:11 PM

Couldn't tell you.

Posted by: Patti M. at March 21, 2006 3:06 PM

Sorry. Here goes:

1. No idea.
2. I wish I could have a cigar right now.

Posted by: Patti M. at March 21, 2006 3:09 PM

My word is:

"vinyl"

Posted by: James at March 21, 2006 3:41 PM

Seems like I'm the only one who got a semi-pleasant feeling from those lyrics. Of course, my feeling has nothing to do with the complete song, so I guess I'm the looney. I kind of like that you can take a piece of something and get a whole new idea from it, though.

Posted by: Maggie at March 21, 2006 3:51 PM

I have no idea what the song is but the lyric you chose makes me feel small and scared. Okay, I know that's two words but it's one feeling, evocative of my uncomfortable childhood.

Posted by: sarah at March 21, 2006 4:11 PM

Interesting. Well, the song is "Redemption's Son" and it's by Joseph Arthur. (full lyrics)

In the song, the singer is actually the one driving the car, and I didn't realize it kind of sounds like he might be a small child riding in the car.

In the song, his father is dead and he's driving around with the ghost of his father hanging over him. He has mixed feelings about his memories.

Posted by: James at March 21, 2006 5:06 PM

BTW - thanks for playing. Anyone coming late, feel free to continue to contribute.

Posted by: James at March 21, 2006 5:07 PM

1-no clue

2-wee ( as in so young that your sitting in the front seat {without a seatbelt} and your P.F. Flyers ( untied of course ) just reach the edge of the vinyle benchseat.)

Posted by: david at March 21, 2006 5:40 PM

The negative vibe comes from the line "Fearful eyes don’t see very far."

Posted by: Julie at March 22, 2006 8:57 AM

1 - no clue

2 - regret (my assessment)

Posted by: Sean P. Lurker at March 22, 2006 10:06 AM

Thanks for delurking, Sean!

Posted by: James at March 22, 2006 12:21 PM

1. Don't know
2 (fake). Slave-to-the-freaky-ass-booty
2 (real). Lost

Posted by: Derek at March 22, 2006 1:54 PM

Nice!

Posted by: James at March 22, 2006 2:49 PM

Without looking at what anyone else said.

1. I got nothin'. (Good for more than just NTM)
2. scared - I suppose that is literal as the singer is saying "fearful eyes don't see very far", but the combination of being lost and fearful.

I get an image of a creepy Dad puffing smoke all around. Is he a pedophile? Is he the boy's real Dad? More than one word, I know. Sue me.

Posted by: briwei at March 22, 2006 11:00 PM

2) Ick (smoke makes me feel like my eyeballs are being attacked by sandpaper).
1) No Idea

Posted by: Jay at March 24, 2006 3:56 PM

I think it's interesting that so many people interpreted the speaker as a child, whereas I immediately thought it was an older person. I don't think I've ever really listened to the song, but maybe other lyrics crept into my subconscious. It seems a lot more frightening if you think it's a child. Once again, just interesting how you can take a piece of something and create something completely new.

Posted by: Maggie at March 24, 2006 4:16 PM

I agree.

I didn't purposefully crop it to try to give that impression. It says "Drivin'" not "Ridin'" so I would ahve assumed that people would imagine, you know, driving.

However, even you came up with the word "nostalgia" but for possibly different reasons.

This is why (at least I think) these exercises are fun. It's not about any sort of strict interpretation. It's about what it makes you think/fell. And that's fun to me.

Posted by: James at March 24, 2006 4:40 PM

I probably got the idea that it was a little kid from "Daddy."

Some people say "driving" colloquially to refer to being a passenger. When I was little, lots of my little friends "drove" with their parents.

Posted by: Julie at March 24, 2006 4:44 PM

Those wacky colloquialisms!

Posted by: James at March 24, 2006 5:20 PM

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