Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Encore! Encore! Part Deux...

When Good Metaphors Go Bad

Ok, let's talk about lyrics. 

I am a fan of words. Pound for pound, words are the most powerful thing in the universe -- that's called hyperbole, kids.  Words are at their most potent when teamed with other words. We call that a sentence. There are many famous sentences out there. 

We hold these truths to be self evident...

Let there be light. 

Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury...signifying nothing (meow). 

Sometimes we really want to describe something profound -- to give it more depth and meaning. In such a case, we often turn to metaphor. That's one of those words that you vaguely recall from high school English. A metaphor is when you describe something by, essentially, describing something else.  This is a device often used in poetry and song writing. A metaphor is useful for portraying ideas, by wrapping them in a physical object. 

One of my favorite song metaphors is from the Peter Gabriel song "Biko." Without getting too extensive, the song is about Steven Biko, an African man killed by the white authorities of South Africa, in 1977. It happened during the dreadful apartheid era. The death of Steven Biko helped to bring on a revolution in thought and action. 

The line from the song is "You can blow out a candle, but you can't blow out a fire. Once the flame begins to catch, the wind will blow higher." 

That line is so full of meaning. and it needs no explanation -- unless you have no understanding of the way fire works. 

And then there is my favorite stupid metaphor (in a song). No, it's not "Pour some sugar on me in the name of love," though that does get an honorable mention. No, the award goes to...




Jon Bon Jovi, for the song "Bed of Roses." Let me preface my comments by saying, musically, this is a pretty cool sounding song. You have to hand it to Jon Bon Jovi, the man sings PASSIONATELY. One might even say it's melodramatic. I desperately want to like this song. The problem is, I can't help myself. I listen to the words. 

Most of the words to this song are easy to understand. He longs to be with the woman that he loves, but he's stuck being who he is -- a fabulously famous, and filthy rich rock singer, adored by millions, with apparently no control over his life. Hey, we've all been there. So, he's writing this love letter at the piano. He's hung over (a bottle of vodka lodged in his head -- I hope that's a metaphor), and there's a scary blonde in his bed. Apparently this is not the woman he is writing the song for.  Again, we understand him. We too have scary blondes in our bed. 




But then he lays this line on us..."With an iron clad fist, I wake up and french kiss the morning." 

(Sound of needle scratching across record. Sound of train derailing, Sound of stunned silence -- my apologies to Simon and Garfunkel). 

Excuse me? You did what? And how?!?

Actually, to give Bon Jovi credit, he sings this line with such conviction, that at first we buy it. Yes! I too have awoken in the pre-dawn hours, my forearm completely encased in metal, and bestowed a lusty smooch upon the...at this point the mental image kicks in...and I begin to scratch my head (with the non-metallic hand). I understand what he is saying. He's hung over. But I get that from the context of the line, not from the line itself. I cannot find meaning for the iron clad fist, and I cannot get the image of him making out, passionately I suppose, with the ethereal morning, out of my head. 




So, there you have it. The dumbest, intentionally serious, metaphor I have ever heard. 

Oh, there is one other dumb line in the song -- "I want to be just as close as, the Holy Ghost is." This is not hard to understand, it's just hard to believe that after the scary blonde, the bottle of vodka lodged in his head, and whatever it was he did to the morning, that he would be anywhere near where the Holy Ghost was. 

9 comments:

Pam Emmons said...

Oh, you have to stop thinking so hard!

Kacey R. said...

You had me laughing through this entire post. You seriously crack me up! And am I the only one thinking Bon Jovi looks like a bobble head toy in the picture you posted of him? Hmmm. Maybe it was a bad shot of him...or maybe he was working on the angle that did not show the vodka lodged in his head...I'm just sayin'.

Alexandria said...

Absolutely perfect!!

Moannie said...

You are a scream! If you want to talk bad lyrics, try some opera.
For me, good lyrics ended with the demise of Cole, Gershwin,et al.

Izzy 'N Emmy said...

I like the song a lot actually, but Hubby says the same thing. In fact, he says that about a lot of songs I like.

For example, you know that song "You Are Beautiful"? Well, I hope you do because I cannot remember who sings it. Anyway, this song is my hubby's pet peeve. The guy talks about seeing this angel whom he must spend the rest of his life with.

"I've got a plan.." He says.

The song then continues on BUT NEVER describes the plan he so wanted to layout.

Anyway, thanks for such insight today into the song and above all elese, thank you for such insight over the last year. Ever since I found your blog I can't help but come and read every single word you write. You have truly inspired me this year and I look forward to reading you in 2009. I can't wait to see what you have in store for us. Thank you for being such a wonderful blogging friend, sending kinds words my way and stopping by to see my family.

Thank you and I wish the best in your New Year!!

Michelle said...

LOL! You crack me up!

CaJoh said...

I too love words in songs. Perhaps that is why I gravitate to Elvis Costello and They Might Be Giants— because of the words they use… they are so fun to spit out too.

Kelli @ Gohn Crazy said...

But....but....Oh how I love Jon Bon Jovi silly lyrics and all.

stefanie said...

Funny! We analyze lyrics all the time. Do you analyze the lyrics of the songs your kids like? It's great fun. Hannah Montana - I've got my sights set on you, and I'm ready to aim...

Have you seen (heard) the Peter Gabriel Growing Up Tour DVD? It's fantastic.