BBC Song Analysis Fail

Men at Work
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Go and have a look at this article by the BBC.  No, it’s ok I can wait.

Now, does that look like an article that tells you “What the Men at Work song Down Under is all about”…no, absolutely not.  Sure, they explain a couple of the terms…and they even manage to speak to the writer of the song himself…and it still leaves you with a sense of…well…nothing.

I wouldn’t normally have taken this on, but as an Englishman I feel it my duty to clean up the mess that the BBC have made.  Fear not Mother England, I will salvage the BBCs reputation…even at the expense of my own.

I bring you… Down Under by Men At Work

Traveling in a fried-out kombi
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast

Now, I will go as far as to agree with the BBC and state that, a fried-out kombi is indeed a vehicle..and not, as I first thought, a combination convection grill/microwave oven.  With that in mind…and seeing as those particular VW vans were the mainstay of hippy travel for many happy years, I would guess that the hippy trail also fits.

Quite how you follow a hippy trail is beyond me though, it probably goes in circles and stops a lot for “relaxation breaks”.  It will no doubt be littered with “doobies” and bio-degradable condoms…making following it a bit easier than first thoughts suggest.

Now we come to a problem.  If a strange lady makes you nervous, why oh why would you allow yourself to be taken in and given breakfast?  It makes no sense…well..unless you consider the “hippy trail” and the inevitable munchies that will occur…I suppose.

And she said,
Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.

Ok, so she is a little nosey…and has clearly heard bad things about Australia…namely their (apparently) sweaty  women and their (again, apparently) thieving men.  Personally I think she is going a bit far there..I mean, it was a very long time ago that Australia consisted of convicts.  I have a question though, what kind of place…that you can be taken in to, and served breakfast…wouldn’t be able to protect you from a thunderstorm?  Unless you had made some sort of breakfast faux pax…say, ketchup instead of brown sauce, asking for coffee instead of a cup of sweet tea or, worst of all…toast instead of fried bread.  Let’s face it, breakfast faux pax of this ilk deserve severe punishment, and being thrown out into a thunderstorm suggest getting off very lightly.

Buying bread from a man in brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, do you speak-a my language?
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich

I always suspected that Brussels is the root of all evil.  Claiming that a banana isn’t one because it didn’t bend enough, stating that we can’t call sausages…sausages, same for chocolate.  Bastards the lot of em.  And here we finally have the proof…some musclebound evil sociopath, handing out Vegemite sandwiches with a malevolent grin on his face…He probably even advertised them as Marmite..just to entice people to have them.  Bastard

And he said,
I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.

Ahh, so our evil Brusselian sociopath is claiming to be an Aussie.  I’m not entirely sure that he could convince anyone that wasn’t on the hippy trail…but hey, you can only convince what’s in front of you I suppose.  However, he is now essentially stating that Aussies can’t drink…which has admittedly been my experience, but you expect a little bit of national pride here.  Also, I can only assume that Australia never gets thunderstorms…like, ever!  I mean, they are all bleedin’ terrified of the things.  All this running and taking cover…it’s thunder ffs…christ on a rope, I can’t imagine their reaction if there was some bloody lightning.

Lying in a den in bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?

Bombay…man this guy gets about a bit doesn’t he.  I mean, hippies are normally so tanked up that they “visit the world” purely in their mind, so for one to move around so much…strange to say the least.  He appears to be visiting bombay with a slack jawed redneck too…which is nice.  Is Australia really the land of plenty though?  Plenty of sunburn I suppose…Plenty of things in the water designed to kill you too (thanks Dylan Moran)…plenty of what “Men at Work”, plenty of what?  The public needs to know…well, I do at least.

And he said,
Oh! do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

Well, it would seem that the good people of Bombay would struggle to deal with storms too, although the rumours of sweaty women and all the men being burglars, seems to have reached there too.  Oh well, no smoke without fire I suppose…

So there you have it, not my best song analysis…but to be fair, look at what I was working with people….seriously.

Men At Work, try working at trying harder to make sense.

I am off for a chunder after a zombie in a combi in Bomb…i  Oops!

They don't write 'em like this anymore…

echoplexSo today I have decided to take on a challenge.   It’s a big challenge and I sincerely hope I am up to it….I suspect probably not, but damnit I just have to try.   I realise that taking on lyrical prowess of such enormity and genius, will probably lead to me losing my last few readers…but I have to live on the edge.   This, ladies and gentlemen, is challenging and cutting edge blogging at it’s most contentious…

You probably already suspect where this is heading, and you would be right…so I beg you, read on and don’t judge me yet.     I give to you:

Cheekah Bow Bow by the Vengaboys

Vengaboys are rockin’ da house

One, two, three
Shake your ass and dance with me

I’m in…I love me some house rockin’ and ass shakin’…ok so I can do without the dancing..but she sounds hot.   I mean, “rockin’ da house” shows us just how now and (dare I say it) hip she is.   Ok so she decided to forgoe “Yo’ ass” in favour of the more formal “Your ass”, but to me..this just shows an extra layer of class that others may lack.

I saw you in the disco
Last night in San Francisco
The way you used your joystick
It really makes my mouse click

So she was checking me out…that’s cool..it’s nice to be pursued.   That said, even though it was in San Francisco…I can assure you that there was absolutely little or no joystick action on my part.   Still..if the person you thought I was, engaged in a little joystick action and, caused you to get your mouse a’clickin’ then so much so the better.

Wait a minute…mouse click??!??   Were you on webcam somewhere…I sincerely hope you are agorophobic or seriously shy, explaining why you are on a disco webcam…and not that you can’t leave the house without the assistance of a team of house builders and a crane.   If you are just a stalker…that’s fine..just don’t put me in the situation where I come home and find the cats boiling on the cooker….mmkthanks.

Come sit down on my laptop
Lets do a little hiphop
Let’s go into a chatroom
And do a little boom boom

I honestly don’t think that my sitting on your laptop is going to be a good idea…I can’t guarantee its survival.   Plus…my sitting on it would definitely stop you getting to the keys….which is certainly not condusive to accessing the chatroom you refer to.   Additionally, I am not sure that I have ever done “hiphop” and frankly I am not entirely certain what doing “hiphop” entails, or even if I would have the necessary agility to perform such an act.

Cheekah Bow Bow
Cheekah Bow Bow
Cheekah Bow Bow
Cheekah Bow Bow

Now, the closest thing I can run to for this is that you have been searching Youtube for that clever monkey from Tarzan.   The trouble is, you see to have spelt it wrong…it’s CheeTah you see…an easy mistake to make I suppose…could be that you were trying to type with someone sat on your laptop again…could happen!

One, two, three
Shake your ass and dance with me

One, two, three

Shake your ass and dance with me
One, two, three
Shake your ass and dance with me

One
Two
Three

Ok…you can count, we get it…mummy would be soooo proud.   You also appear to be following a childs logic of persistence.   Like Macauley Culkin in Uncle Buck, when he just asks repetitively until Uncle Buck gives up and answers the damn question.

I saw you in the disco
Last week in San Francisco
The way you used your joystick
Has really made me feel sick

Ok, slightly different statement here from the first.   It’s San Francisco..reknowned gay friendly area of the US…I realise that you believe it’s me in this disco…but it really isn’t.   For a start, nowhere has called it a Disco since 1976 FFS.   Secondly, whatever this supposed doppelganger of mine was doing, with his joystick, in a San Francisco Disco, that made you feel sick…I certainly don’t want to be associated with, and quite frankly you have moved from stalker to slander and a possible lawsuit.

The doctor checked my harddrive
A virus in my archive
My disc was not protected
And now I am infected

As you are (I think) female, I am a little concerned about the hard drive reference…I would be equally worried if you were referring to your floppy or RAM stick…but hard disk is just weird.   Now you tell me that you are probably syphilitic, thanks to unprotected sex with some random “joystick”.   PS “A virus in my archive” makes “And now I am infected” a redundant statement…I realise that you aren’t English, but hey….every day’s a school day…right?

Ladies and Gentlemen…
DJ Bill Gates
Do do do do do do do
Cheekah Bow Bow

Do do do do do do do

Cheekah Bow Bow
Do do do do do do do
Cheekah Bow Bow
 

Let’s recap… Someone is doing something vomit inducing, at a San Francisco Disco while Bill Gates is spinning his nerdy tunes.   See, now I want to be sick….although, if you are friends with that particular DJ, I think I see where you got your “Infection” from Rolls Eyes

One, two, three
Shake your ass and dance with me

One, two, three

Shake your ass and dance with me
One, two, three
Shake your ass and dance with me

You know what…I don’t think I want to anymore…to be honest.

 

For the philistines amongst you that may not of heard such treasured classics…here it is, in it’s full unbridled glory.   Personally, I recommend for you to sit back and relax..let the music wash over you….maybe with a good brandy.   Enjoy

Lyrically Challenged

Take That performing at the Royal Variety Show 16 Dec 2008I realise that this may seem like a relatively tame..ney bleedin’ easy target, but Take That have been responsible for more female teen incontinence than White Lightning Cider or Thunderbird Red in the UK combined.   So it is only right that I at least attempt to review/analyse their genius.   In particular a song that was inexplicably one of the best selling love songs when it was released.   I give you Back For Good by Take That:

I guess now it’s time for me to give up
I feel it’s time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup
Got a fist of pure emotion
Got a head of shattered dreams
Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now

The song starts off strongly, but clearly Mr Barlow is not a man of his convictions or this song would have ended after the first line, and we could have gone on with our lives.   But no…he chooses to toy with our emotions, lulling us into a false sense of hope and optimism.   That said, he feels it’s time…so who am I to argue.

Now, he has a picture of her beside him…ok, the lad has gone through a break-up, I can understand having pictures of her.   Maybe it is a dirty picture…that would certainly explain the “fist of pure emotion”, but c’mon Mr Barlow…admit that you are having a wank…it’s perfectly natural.   I can’t be sure about the shattered dreams…maybe he never got the chance to have that threesome they always talked about, if that is the case that would explain having to leave it all behind.   Maybe leaving the desire for the threesome behind will mean she might come back to him…I suppose it’s possible.

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood

It’s a decent attempt to apologise…you have realised that you did indeed fuck something up royally.   That said, you can’t figure it out and you are playing straight into her hands.   We all know that women love to play this card…you know.. “If you don’t know what you’ve done, there is no point me telling you!”..that one.   Think man, think!   There must be something.   Maybe you left pubic hair in the soap…wiped your cock on the curtains once too often…continuously left the toilet seat up (or down, but you peed on it)?   There has to be something you are prepared to admit to, if not to us through the medium of song, at least to yourself.   Obviously with the lipstick marks left on cups from the first verse…you don’t wash up very often.   It’s often the little things.

You want her back for good, fair enough…but it sounds to me like she left you.   Maybe she left you because you like karaoke a little too much.   Why can’t you just talk to her?   Do you really need to sing it, and if so..can’t you pick a meaningful song for yourself, instead of expecting her to pick the apology song.   I have to say though, she gives you the apology and you accept it, unquestionably???   Do you even own a testicle?

Unaware but underlined I figured out this story
It wasn’t good
But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory
But that was not to be
In the twist of separation you excelled at being free
Can’t you find a little room inside for me

You mean to tell me that it was underlined?!?…oh ffs…she left you a note explaining things?   Why didn’t you mention this before?   It doesn’t leave you an awful lot to figure out then…she frickin’ told you the reasons…with underlining (and probably a highlighter pen…I realise rhyming anything with highlighter pen could be complex though) aswell.   I must confess to a small amount of intrigue though…what glory are you celebrating exactly?   Did she dump you for loads of things, but not the one thing you expected…therefore as a man, you consider that a victory?   Don’t get me wrong, I get it…I really do – Us men have to take the wins where we can get them…it doesn’t happen too often after all.

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood

Back to this again…even after reading her note, you still can’t work out what you did?   We get that you want her back, you told us already.   And for christ sake, enough with the Karaoke fixation…Even I want to leave you and we haven’t even met….and I am not just referring to my dislike for your music.

And we’ll be together, this time is forever
We’ll be fighting and forever we will be
So complete in our love
We will never be uncovered again

Did you ever consider the possibility that you sound like a stalker who plans on keeping her in a specially constructed love “cell”?   It’s not too likely she will be coming back of her own free will…and anyone seeing you at the local hardware store buying duct tape, rope and asking about the availability of chloroform will propably be a little suspicious….

And fighting??   Fighting??   Are you serious?   Didn’t your Mum and Dad ever teach you that fighting never solves anything?….and honestly, I realise you look like you would struggle to fight your way out of a wet paper bag, fighting a woman is a definite hallmark of the distinctly testicularly challenged.   Also, I think we have massively different definitions of love if you expect your actions to make you both complete in it….

Hang on a minute…the last line there “…never be uncovered again” – Are you saying that your love “cell” is a love bunker?   Or are you, dare I say it, planning on killing both yourself and her in some sort of “together for eternity” bollocks…   Someone should call the authorities…

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood

Back to this again?   I am pretty sure that she wasn’t interested anyway, but by repeating the same shit 3 times…maybe she will reconsider eh?   10 out of 10 for persistence Mr Barlow…. I will give you that much

I guess now it’s time, that you came back for good

I guess it’s time for the police to be called, her to enter some form of witness protection programme, the courts to be prepared and you to be fitted for a made to measure nice white “cuddle yourself” jacket….but that’s just me…

Waxing lyrical…

..again!

Today, inspired by nothing more than a promise to you, I have decided to analyse more lyrical masterpieces on a semi-regular basis (read: when I can think of one)…

Up first is the classic No Limits, written by the lyrical genius of Dutch prodigies 2 Unlimited.   Strap yourself in, they simply don’t write ’em like this these days:

Lemme hear ya say yeah! (yeah!)
Lemme hear ya say yeah! (yeah!)

Clearly designed for the medium of live shows, this act of acknowledgement to the audience only serves to endear 2 Unlimited to us all, it also makes sure that everyone is suitably ready to rock out (possibly with their cock out, it’s too early to tell)

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no ,no ,no, no there’s no limit!
no, no, no ,no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no there’s no limit!

It’s amazing when a band decides to hit you with such power and poignancy from the start…most bands like to build to their message, lull you with calming sounds and dance around the issues.   Not 2 Unlimited, they know their audience, they understand that people get them.   Clearly they are asking people to open their minds and not constrain themselves with the little things….such as talent.

No no limits, we’ll reach for the sky!
No valley to deep
No mountain too high
No no limits, won’t give up the fight!
We do what we want and we do it with pride

There we go you see, throw off the shackles of conformity and medocrity, reach as high as you can possibly go.   With deep valleys and high mountains, they are clearly trying to prepare you for the journey of life and need you to understand what trials and tribulations you may face.   Such strength of meaning, so often missing from todays music.

In the last part of this verse, they begin dealing with how you have to be strong in your own convictions, fight for your beliefs and rights and always, always remember to be proud of yourself and whatever you do.   Do what you want, do what you feel…let noone stand in your way.   You are powerful, you are amazing, you are a WINNER!

Lemme hear ya say yeah! (yeah!)

Now, you could be forgiven for wondering why they would repeat such the powerful statement from the beginning of the song here, but you would be wrong to do so.   Using this again is genius.   You have to remember that following that initial rendition of the chorus, most of the audience may well be weeping and/or away in their own thoughts.   To ensure that they come back to be able to fully appreciate the rest of this powerful song, 2 Unlimited choose to provide a lyrical slap around the face to bring the people back to reality..specifically so that they can do it to them again.   Not being content with strong lyrics and an up tempo beat, 2 Unlimited are masters of the eclectic and like to surprise their audience.   I present to you the first rap of the song:

Hard to the core, I feel the floor
When I’m on stage, yo, ya answer more
I’m on the edge, I know the ledge, I work real hard to collect my cash!
Tick tick ticka tick take your time, when I’m goin’ I’m goin’ for mine
Open your ears and you will hear it
I tell you this ’cause there’s no limit!

It is here that they really begin to relate to us, the normal people.   Feeling the floor is clearly representative that, despite there being no theoretical limits to what we can achieve (or indeed what 2 Unlimited have achieved),   it is important to stay grounded.     They show a real connection to the audience when referring to getting answers from “ya” (obviously maintaining their cool street vibe).   Staying grounded means dedication and hard work and the possibility of failure is something to be aware of (hence the ledge).   I am sure that they have been on many a ledge with people yelling jump…these people are naysayers and the fact that 2 Unlimited overcame this and managed to work hard, taking their time to achieve perfection and eventually recieved their just rewards for such perseverence.   The cash referred to here is clearly a metaphor for spiritual salvation, simply translated into something that we, the normal people, could relate to better.   It would have been too obvious and possibly even a little clich??d for them to ask you to open your mind so, 2 Unlimited recognising this, ask you to open your ears…listening is such an important skill.   Of course finally, they remind you of the purpose for delivering this message.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no ,no ,no, no, no, no there’s no limit!

Again, they are really driving home this valuable message to us all.   There are no limits, never forget that.

(CHORUS)

I won’t focus on the chorus again, it will be difficult to pull you back from your own thoughts, hopes and dreams were I to do so, and I couldn’t be held responsible for you not receiving the rest of this message.

Ow! Hey yay yeah hey hey! Now, now, hey yeah yeh hey hey! Hoo!

Ok, so here…they…umm, well.. clearly this is…joyful exuberance, yeah..joyful exuberance.   Unable to contain themselves, they take a leaf (albeit non-religious) out of the Gospel singers book and simply release their joy.   Got it?   Good.   I am glad you can follow as they move back into the medium of rap for the next verse.

No limits allowed
Cause there’s much crowd
Microphone check as I choose my route
I’m playing on the road
I’ve got no fear, the south from my mouth is on record here
There never will be no mountain too high
Reach the top, touch the sky!
They tried to diss me cause I sell out
I’m making techno and I am proud!

You see now, what they did..is.. arse..I mean…well they sort of spin this whole thing on its head don’t they.   Not only are there no limits as to what you can do, now they are saying that there are no actual limits allowed.   Sort of setting a limit on limits if you will.   It is this kind of paradoxical genius that sets 2 Unlimited apart.   The reason for limiting limits on limits?   Because there is much crowd apparently.   Much crowd meaning that…possibly….anyway, fuck it…moving on.

Microphone check as they choose their route and playing on the road is clearly a clever paraphrase on the “All the world’s a stage and the men and women merely players” quote.   There aren’t many lyricists that could so eloquently utilise the very words of Shakespeare himself and maintain a catchy beat.   I must confess to clearly being a philistine and of such small intellect that I am unable to penetrate the meaning of the rest of it.   I have consulted many texts and volumes of the worlds books and foremost literary genius, yet can find nothing that adequately allows me to understand the levels of spiritual enlightenment.

I simply allow the words to roll over me and feel the….. oh for fucks sake, it’s bollocks isn’t it.   It’s all bollocks.

(CHORUS)

What is it with this stupid fucking chorus?   God I hate this song….aaaaaAAAAAARRRRRRGH

*****

Next time, something by either Robbie Williams or The Wengaboyz….or you could make a suggestion in the comments I suppose.

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It's all in the lyrics

The ProclaimersOften the best things about any song is how the lyrics seem to apply to your life.   It could be that they seem to have been written specifically for you, or that you extract something powerful and meaningful to yourself from them.   It has to be mentioned though, this doesn’t apply to all songs.

I was on the phone to CW last night and at some point, the unmistakeable strains of 500 Miles by the Proclaimers drifted up into the apartment..

Now, on some levels, the lyrics aren’t all that bad.   It could be taken as a testament to the love that these 2 identical twins   have for this one woman, that they are willing to walk so very far, just to be with her.   I mean it seems to start off fairly well:

When I wake up yeah I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out yeah I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you

So, if we are to assume that they go to bed together (one of the twins and the woman….otherwise Eek! ), and she isn’t planning on doing a runner (this assumes she hasn’t heard of the rest of his plans)…chances are that he will wake up next to her, and clearly if plans are made to, say, go for a walk the next morning…her will indeed be the man who goes along with her.   Nothing strange there, some might be overly critical and wonder why he is stating the frickin obvious, but *meh* so far so bland.

If I get drunk yes I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver yeah I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s havering to you

Ok, getting drunk is starting to show a level of stupidity now.   They already said that they want to go out after waking up next to this woman, but after guys get wrecked, the most we can accomplish the following day is to stagger…stagger like a man in the desert in need of water…to the couch.   Also, most women aren’t overly enamoured by suitors being wrecked..unless they are planning to get wrecked together…but even then I would expect a level of control.   It’s just when you combine it with the last bit that I become concerned.   Not satisfied with getting drunk next to this woman (notice ‘next to’, not with…) he intends to haver her.   Now I know what some of you are thinking, but no..havering is not the act of drunken lovemaking.   It essentially means to talk bollocks.   So this guy, is going to sit next to the object of his affections, get pissed beyond all measurable belief and talk bollocks to her.   Oh you romantic bastard, she will positively swoon with joy at your overt show of affection, she will clearly be wondering if a proposal of marriage will be forthcoming as you have put so much effort into the evening.

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door

Now I don’t know about you, but I have some issues with the chorus.   It seems quite harmless…some may even say sweet…the statement of being prepared to walk 500 miles, and then another 500 miles is almost kind of beautiful.   However, presuming they are in the UK… Land’s End to John O’ Groats is 837 miles by car, walking would be less…which would mean that even if they were seperated by the maximum distance you can be in the UK, he would have to get to her place and then just circle it for a couple of hundred miles, which seems a little dim to me.   On top of this if, you are together in Land’s End after spending such clearly wonderful times waking up and getting drunk (with occasional bouts of bollocks talking), and she moves to John O’ Groats…she is clearly making a statement mate.   Let it go.

Even if it was to be taken as a very romantic gesture and, ignoring all the inherent stupidity in not using some form of transportation (bad as it is), she was willing to welcome you with open arms…would you really fall down at her door?   I mean, wouldn’t it make more sense to fall down on her couch….with a cup of tea?   Or maybe fall onto her doorbell…so she would at least know you were there.   You made it 1000 miles, you have been walking around her block for almost 200 miles, presumably without stopping.   You can make it in the house…have a little faith dude.

When I’m working yes I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s working hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I’ll do
I’ll pass almost every penny on to you

Working hard for her…nice sentiment.   I like that, it shows a level of responsibility and commitment that have so far been lacking.   Be careful though, giving all of your money to her is a dangerous thing, you will have none left for taking her out and getting drunk with her.   After all, you can’t expect her to pay all of the time, surely you aren’t that guy.

When I come home yeah I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow old well I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s growing old with you

Yet another obvious statement, presuming that she hasn’t taken all of his money and ran off with the Window Cleaner.   If they are living together, he will be coming back home to her when he goes home.   Does it need to be said?   Really?

The next line interests me though..”If I grow old”, IF…. Maybe there is some secret immortality recipe mixed in with the batter of the deep fried Mars Bars that the Scottish fellows are known to eat.   Maybe a study could be done to see if   high fat/cholesterol is akin to a delicious fountain of youth type thing?   Either that or they realised that they had overused the word “when” and needed to shake it up a little, just to keep us on our toes….Either way I am impressed.

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door

Nuff said about the chorus really…

When I’m lonely yes I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man whose lonely without you
When I’m dreaming yes I know I’m gonna dream
Dream about the time when I’m with you.

Is he suggesting she is going to die here?   I mean, they just got together right?   She is a catch dude!   Admittedly, after you got pissed and started talking bollocks, she moved as far away as she could get without leaving the country…but with the whole walking thing you won her back…clearly there is love there.   What’s wrong?   Was it the chase that was the most interesting thing, now it’s all “Stop talking bollocks and are you drinking again!   My mother is coming over, you better not say anything like that to her…” etc etc etc.   This just says to me that maybe you should walk the 800 miles back and find someone else.   Dream about her?   I would guess your natural (and obvious) stalker tendencies would mean you are prone to such things…maybe you are dreaming about the time you wrapped your hands around her throat…in an effort to stop her nagging.

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door

Stupid fucking chorus….

Next week…No Limit by 2 Unlimited Wink