September 5, 2010

Strangers

So I wrote most of this when Carly, Econ, and Maggie were headed into town for Halloween last year. That they were coming into town reminded me of when Econ and I had listened to Strangers 50ish times and set off bottle rockets from the deck in the back of SadBear, and that got me thinking about the song. In any case, I think my take on this part of the lyrics of the song is basically right.


"Holy man and holy priest

This love of life makes me weak at my knees

And when we get there make your play

cos soon I feel you're gonna carry us away

In a promised lie you made us believe

For many men there is so much grief"


Surely this means the next line ought to follow from these. It says:


And my mind is proud but it aches with rage


"My mind is proud" must mean that the shit who says something about evil human nature or about the number of persons who just hate life while you're living right now says something that rightly tugs at your moral intuitions, so you squeeze out a dignified expression while looking for a place to gather yourself and remember that these types shouldn't get to you.


The whole line means: When ought anyone ever to interrupt someone for whom "this love of live makes me weak at my knees" with a reminder that somewhere someone hurts? Everyone knows that. So life must be about negotiating your ability to address grief sometimes, and otherwise to put it out of mind (Woody Allen couldn't do that) and enjoy something without reservations (Jeff Tweedy couldn't do that). If no one could do that, things would really suck.

1 Comments:

Blogger Tony Gonzalez said...

I'm still not clear on the "my mind is proud" portion.

September 7, 2010 at 11:09 PM 

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