Saturday, May 11, 2013

Oh, How We the Common Must Cry..


This is my song this week.  It's over the top hipster twee, forsure (with an Ira Glass & John Hodgman cameo!) but I cannot care anymore, I abjectly & simply love it.  Hope you enjoy it, too:


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The Semi-Sensical Quasi-Prophetical Lyrics:

If it'd been my youth would it come to me,
Oh love won’t you bite my eye?
I miss the sweet God in men,
Baffle a skeleton dry.
All they wanted was a villain, a villain,
And all they had was me.
All they wanted was a villain, a villain,
So then they just took me.

Hold my county line, get down on my city floor.
I will suffer no humans, they've been my habit before.
Ah Oh, and how the earth did shake.
And tumble and tremble, for what the people do take.
And I want in, all over your mind.
Cause oh, how we, the common do cry!

Ooh, ooh ooha, wahooah, ooh, ooh ooha, wahooah, ooh, ooh ooha, wahooah, ooo waoohwaoooh..

Ooh waha, aha, aha, Ooh waha, aha, aha
Where do you go from me?
Ooh aha, aha
When I wait for you faithfully?
Oh aha, aha
And will they take my life in time?
Ooh aha, aha
I love my girl, will you remind her?
Ooh aha, aha
And oh how we, the common do cry!

Ooh, ooh ooha, wahooah, ooh, ooh ooha, wahooah, ooh, ooh ooha, wahooah, ooo waoohwaoooh..

We die, we die, we die until we try.
We die, we die, we die until we try.
Well I could be yours, you could be mine.
Well I could be yours, and you would be mine.

If it'd been my youth would have come to me?
Oh love won’t you bite my eye?
I miss the sweet God in men,
Baffle a skeleton dry.
All they wanted was a villain, a villain,
And all they had was me.
All they wanted was a villain, a villain,
So then they just took me.

Hold my county line, get down on my city floor.
I will suffer no humans, they've been my habit before.
Ah woah, how we, the common must cry!

Ooh, ooh ooha, wahooah, ooh, ooh ooha, wahooah, ooh, ooh ooha, wahooah, ooo waoohwaoooh..

And oh, how we, the common must cry!

Ooh, ooh ooha, wahooah, ooh, ooh ooha, wahooah, ooh, ooh ooha, wahooah, ooo waoohwaoooh oohwah..



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3 comments:

  1. I didn't really dig the song, but I have to say that the phrase "over the top hipster twee" made me chuckle. I'll be keeping that one in my back pocket.

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  2. Do not like the song? What's this silliness? I guess this means we can no longer be friends.

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  3. And by the by, you ought to put a mix up on spotify or someplace, because I do in fact admire your discernment, usually, except only in this case. Instruct me in proper taste, Nik. Do, please.

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