The mystery of the Typo or misheard lyric?
LilacG...@aol.com
He told me that he sings it as "finally," and he seemed to think I was on crack for thinking that "finely" would be equally as appropriate. Maybe he changed his mind?
Betsy
"Am I lost? Nah, you can find me on the Wall."
"Moxy Fruvous-- more important than water." Erica
Pollen123
>crack for thinking that "finely" would be equally as appropriate.
I always thought it is "finally." I don't think "finely" makes any sense at
all. I have noticed that when bands print their lyrics there are often
mistakes. This could just be a mistake... I sure hope it isn't "finely."
Natertots
This is how I've always heard it.... but I was rolling around the
possibility of "finely" in my head all morning, and I just can't figure out
a way that it would make any sense whatsoever.....
:)
nate
"Pollen123" <poll...@aol.com> wrote in message
news:20000906221306...@ng-cr1.aol.com...
Donna Hunt
Chad Maloney wrote:
> I think "finely blurred" is a lot cooler than "finally blurred".
Ditto this.
> So, to me it could be either. But just as long as you don't sing
> "None but the best best cause the man cannot rest until he's finally
> beaten his meat" then you're version of the Drinking Song is as
> good as mine is.
Right. Because we all know it's "Finely beaten his mead."
ciao,
donna
Carrie759
>my senses were both more acute than normal and also blurred. Now that
>is a pretty good description to me. It makes perfect sense.
It doesn't make sense to me, sorry. Finely blurred is an oxymoron. (I can't
believe I am actually concerning myself with something so inconsequential!)
Eric
>Right. Because we all know it's "Finely beaten his mead."
I thought it was "beaten his me"?
--Eric
BBWMinors
(I'm sorry, I can't help it, that's what is sounds like, so sue me) but then
assumed in context it was probably "beaten his need."
So what IS it???
Lori Martin
> > So, to me it could be either. But just as long as you don't
sing
> > "None but the best best cause the man cannot rest until he's
finally
> > beaten his meat" then you're version of the Drinking Song is
as
> > good as mine is.
> Right. Because we all know it's "Finely beaten his mead."
Indeed. It tastes *much* better warmed gently, then whipped into
a delicate froth with honey-sweetened whipped cream and a grating
of nutmeg. Truly a beverage worthy of the goddesses.
This recipe has been brought to you by Johnny Saucep'n, and
random allergy attacks.
--
Lori
Glitter Fairy/Tattooing Fru
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
http://members.aol.com/srm9988n/index.html
"That's what you said when we were both in bed"
-- Trace
Lisa Carpenter
besti wrote:
> he seemed to think I was on crack
and this is different from everyone else how?
lisa
********************
and these were our words
our words were our songs
these songs are our prayers
these prayers keep me strong
and i still believe.....
********************
Donna Hunt
BBWMinors wrote:
> So what IS it???
I sincerely believe it's "He's finally beaten his me."
Maybe we should all check FDC.
ciao,
donna
Eric
That's what I thought for the longest time... I figured that it had some
hidden meaning that my perverted mind was just misinterpreting.
>So what IS it???
According to the lyrics, it's "beaten his me", which makes sense.
--Eric
Donna Hunt
Carrie759 wrote:
> It doesn't make sense to me, sorry. Finely blurred is an oxymoron. (I >can't believe I am actually concerning myself with something so0 >inconsequential!)
Words aren't inconsequential. And Lyrics certainly aren't. Especially with
bands like Moxy Fruvous... is anyone really a fan because they've "got a good
beat?"
Finely. As in, minutely. Precisely. Delicately. Subtlety.
Anyway, while "finely blurred" may be an oxymoron, (as opposed to a Moxy
Moron... but we don't really want to go there) Kinda, it also could be a bit of
word-play, which I enjoy, and admire in Fruvous' work as well as other folks'.
After all, they don't mean "Be Careful" when they sing "You can't be too
careful."
Or putting feet on the Ottoman Empire. I don't think that's possible.
"Hey Darlin' throw this space pup a bone"
"They took off their shoes and bared their soles."
Anyway, random lyric quotes aside, I really do believe that the Drinking Song
quote is "Finally Blurred." And that "finely" is just someone's silly typo and
I hope they never know what kind of uproar they caused.
But boy did I have fun with the "finely" possibility.
I mean, haven't you seen things "finely blurred" while intoxicated? I have.
ciao,
donna
"It's not so much *music* as it is a dog-and-pony show." ~Jian, 10/31/98
Lori Martin
> besti wrote:
> > he seemed to think I was on crack
>and this is different from everyone else how?
Easy. Fordy KNOWS the rest of us are on crack.
--
Lori
Glitter Fairy/Tattooing Fru/ Founding Member, Murray's Sect
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
http://members.aol.com/srm9988n/index.html
Someone needs to tell me to go to bed already.
Carrie759
>bands like Moxy Fruvous... is anyone really a fan because they've "got a good
>beat?"
Dwelling on one word is beyond picayune.
>I mean, haven't you seen things "finely blurred" while intoxicated? I have.
>
Nope I haven't. And I stand by my opinion: It doesn't make sense to me, sorry.
Finely blurred is an oxymoron. (I can't believe I am actually concerning
myself with something so inconsequential!)
Daancing Queen
>then
> >assumed in context it was probably "beaten his need."
I have always thought it was "finally beaten his dreams" - until 2 days ago
when I read the lyrics.
>According to the lyrics, it's "beaten his me", which makes sense.
It does? Then please explain it to me...
Sara
_________________________________________________________________________
Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com.
Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at
http://profiles.msn.com.
Ellen A Handbasket
moons...@xpnonline.net wrote:
> Easy. Fordy KNOWS the rest of us are on crack.
see now, i would have reversed the subject and object of that sentence.
peace,
ellen (and changed the verb to match the plurality of "the rest of us")
*************************************************
When the only tool you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.
Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/
Before you buy.
Ellen A Handbasket
> So what IS it???
"eaten his meat."
back in those days, vegetarianism was mostly scorned. and that line was
written right after the guys had watched that scene in Mommie Dearest
where Christina sits at the table and stares at the plate of meat all day
rather than eat it.
i think they were trying to make a statement of some kind.
peace,
ellen (where the hell did THAT come from?)
Eric
>>According to the lyrics, it's "beaten his me", which makes sense.
>
>It does? Then please explain it to me...
"None but the best 'cause the man cannot rest
Till he's finally beaten his me"
In other words, it is as if all of these external forces (i.e., "the man") are
working to bring about the narrator's destruction, although for reasons
unbeknownst to him.
Or something like that.
--Eric
Chad Maloney
Daancing Queen wrote:
> >According to the lyrics, it's "beaten his me", which makes sense.
>
> It does? Then please explain it to me...
Ok! Will do.
The Drinking Song interpretation. You don't have to agree. You don't have
to do anything. Just read and enjoy or read and flame me. I don't care
which one. Thanks. In the contents of this, when I to me and crap like that,
that's the "me" sitting here typing. When I say me otherwise, it's the
narrator of the song.
And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finely blurred
The chorus is the only part of the song that is action. The whole song
is a reflection upon the moment in time described by the chorus. That moment
being the morning after death finally caught up with your friend.
"And the band played on, as the helicopters whirred".
Life continues as before during the catastrophe (kinda likened to Nero
fiddling while Rome burned or those musicians on the Titanic I guess).
"Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear daw, my senses finely blurred".
And in all this, I'm passed out on the lawn still wasted. The war is being
wage and won right next to me and I'm sitting here drunk.
He was a rock. To the end, a solid reminder
Couldn't deny a friend
We lived in the noise and the sweet amber poison
Peeking up the skirt of the end
And we'd drink, two gnarly dudes and some records
Much like plates of black food
We filled up our faces, saw some far places
Stood on the roof in the nude
Some back story. To me, these are the thoughts going through my mind
as I sit drunken on the lawn. Note all the past tense, i.e. dead friend.
All the use of "we" means that they were even partners in this, making
it unfair that one or the other had to die of it, but in the drunken
stupor I don't think that idea has sunk in yet *Grin*
"He was a rock. To the end, a solid reminder (that you)
couldn't deny a friend."
He was everything I even wanted in a friend. I had no qualms with him at
all and I do anything for him.
"We lived in the noise and the sweet amber poison, peeking
up the skirt of the end."
This was our life. We drank and flirted with death. That's what we did.
"And we'd drink, two gnarly dudes and some records, much like
plates of black food"
We drank. We sit down with some tunes and we'd drink. The records were
our food and the drink was our drink.
"we filled up our faces, saw some far places, stood on the
roof in the nude"
We drank a lot, imagined ourselves far away, and ended up naked on the
roof. Crazy shit, man.
Between poles, he said "We're like cows in the grass"
Brushing off flies
Chaise lounging around, standing up, falling down
Till we no longer opened our eyes
Now we're getting to the point. This is the transition from story
and memories to moral. In a fit of drunken clarity, he likened our
lives of drinking to that of the cow in the field. Sitting around
doing nothing but brushing off the little things that bother us,
wandering to and fro, falling down and getting right back up again
and continuing until we die.
And we'd drink, ever notice how drinking's like war?
Cup o' troops o'er the gums
To the end of our health, a campaign 'gainst myself
Armed with bourbons and scotches and rums
But inspite of that stunning realization that our life is pretty
meaningless, we'd drink some more. Drinking is like a war against
yourself. It hurts you and there are fierce casualties (your job,
your friends, your family) but you keep sending the troops in,
day after day, but instead of napalming the trees you rot your
body with liquor until your body can't take it any more.
Think of bombs, we're poised on the edge of disaster
Whether it's right or it's wrong
We opened the window, played some Nintendo
Sang a few bars of some pretty old song:
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
A bar full of alcohol is like a bomb. You sit there staring at it
and it can do terrible things to you and your life. But no one
ponders the higher meaning of it all. Is drinking to escape reality
or get high the right thing to do? Who care? Instead, we just drink
up and ignore the high and mighty moral issues and breath the
night air, play some video games, and sing along with our records.
Why that song? If you look at the lyrics to Goodnight Irene you'll
see why. I included them at the bottom. Again, in my opinion, that
whole song is just a metaphor. Irene symbolizes the bad things
you just have to do, alcoholism or drug addiction or gambling or
whatever.
Oh to dream, those impotent bones of extinction
Flying graceful and free
None but the best 'cause the man cannot rest
Till he's finally beaten his me
This is the confusing stanza, but here's my best guess. Impotent
bones of extinction is a person. We are powerless sacs of water
and flesh and bones working towards our own extinction. And how
we, as people. wish we could dream of flying graceful and free of
both our impotence and our own tendency towards causing our own
extinction.
But only the best of people earn the right to dream. Only the
best of people deal with everything and can finally settle down
and rest and dream of power and life until they wake up the
next day in their impotent bones of extinction only to start
again. But only after you've beaten your me, only after you've
worked your way through your problems and your suicidal tendencies
and your self-destruction can you truly sit down and dream.
Till the end, he passed out on the sundeck that morning
Quietly saying goodbye
But I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered
Told him he couldn't just die
Life continued for him until the end when the war caught up
with him. His body gave out that morning and in his death was
a goodbye to me, who was so much like him. But I didn't
even realize at that time that his death could have been my
death, that we were both riding the same path. I just couldn't
understand him dying because I was still alive and I told him
that. He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't.
He was a rock, went straight for his own Armageddon
Face froze in a grin
Ambulance flyin' in, I never drank again
Can't really call that a loss or a win
And now literally he was a rock as rigor mortis set in. Never stopping
once on the path from life to death, a smile still on his face. The
helicopter flew in to get his body and that was his end.
Me? I hope my end will be different. I stopped drinking. I don't know
if it was an even trade, my best friend's life for mine, but it happened.
- Chad
Goodnight Irene - traditional, attributed to Huddie Ledbetter
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
Sometimes I live in the country
Sometimes I live in town
Sometimes I have a great notion
To jump into the river and drown
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
Quit ramblin' and quit gamblin'
Quit stayin' out late at night
Stay home with your wife and family
Sit down by the fireside bright
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
I asked your mother for you
She told me you was too young
I wished to God I'd never seen your face
I's sorry you ever was born
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
I love Irene, God knows I do
I'll love her till the seas run dry
And if Irene turns her back on me
I'd take morphine and die
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
You cause me to weep, you cause me to mourn
You cause me to leave my home
But the very last words I heard her say
Was "Please sing me one more song"
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
Ellen A Handbasket
Chad Maloney <Ch...@Fruvous.com> wrote:
(Ambulance flyin' in, I never drank again)
Can't really call that a loss or a win
<snip>
which will evermore be a favorite and one of the most significant (to me)
lines ever written by someone who doesn't know me from adam.
just a comment.
foosh. nice, chad. the only thing i really have to add is that in the
line that says "the man cannot rest/till he's finally beaten his me, " i
hear a tone of futility. what i mean by this is that to me, a man not
being able to rest until he's "beaten his me" means that his is in a
constant struggle with himself, that he is his own nemesis. that the two
opposing sides of his mind (in this case, self-destruction and perhaps
self-awareness? the good side and the dark side?) are constantly in
competition with each other, and they'll never stop because there will
always be those two opposing forces.
he'll never rest. that battle can't be won as long as he's a thinking and
feeling and wanting and needing creature.
peace,
ellen (but i guess we can assume that if nothing else, dead == at rest)