I’ve discovered, after a difficult period of mostly fruitless analysis [1], that when I love a song’s lyrics, I love those lyrics for two very particular reasons:
because they use Proper Nouns;
because they use dialogue in an interesting way.
(&, well, also, because they’re funny.)
To wit: [2]
A Dangerous Woman Up To A Point once said —
“I’ve never read ‘so-and-so’ so why mention him here, in this square
where culprits axe me, my dear.
Tried to enjoy myself at the Society Ball, really I did.
Froze on Union Street, it was springtime, I was just a kid lost in a map
of the stars others called ‘your eyes.’
It was a trap!
It was a good time!
It was a hard to realize! ...
This is from Destroyer’s “A Dangerous Woman Up to a Point,” from Destroyer’s Rubies, which album is quickly becoming my favorite of 2006, by the way. [3] There are so many fucking brilliant sounds & words on this album, & it just gets better for me every time I listen.
Listen to “A Dangerous Woman Up to a Point”.
[1] Read, sitting around on the couch on a Sunday afternoon, quite happily lazy.
[2] See also: the Fiery Furnaces.
[3] Prior to the release—but after the inevitable leaks—I wrote about “Rubies” (i.e., the song, not the album).
