Friday, June 09, 2006

Rock Music Lyrics Friday

Random stranger Corndog stopped by last week with some thoughts (well, a thought, but that was enough) about Phish lyrics. And after reading his posts on Foreigner lyrics, I thought Rock Music Lyrics Friday would do well to back away slowly from the genius of Phish or any other abstruse artrocker types. So my 200 million strong readership is lucky I didn't bust out any Michael Stipe – this time.

Instead, I thought we'd take a header into buttrock.
Poison, Every Rose Has Its Thorn

We both lie silently still

In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess thats why they say

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does

I listen to our favorite song
Playing on the radio
Hear the dj say loves a game of easy come and
Easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that youd be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess
Though its been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains


I know I could have saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin love
We both made our separate ways
But now I hear you found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess


At 9:02 AM, Blogger Trout said...

I'll start us off, but only with the understanding that you stalker types will actually comment. I'm looking at you, golfer/fisher/apt. manager "A," and I'm talking to you, yoga instructor/climbing dude in E'ville named "B." And I'm especially talking to you, random strangers, who have no idea how you found this blog.

As for the lyrics, I think we all understand the driving metaphor at work here: Cowboys are sad, and should not garden.

At 10:02 AM, Blogger Rosellen said...

As one of your non-random readers, your choice of this set of lyrics has me puzzled. Any personal significance here?

At 11:01 AM, Blogger Trout said...

Other than the fact that these are quite possibly the worst lyrics ever and therefore ripe for mockery, there is no personal significance here at all.

At 11:32 AM, Blogger rothfuss said...

Hi Trout... long time reader, first time poster... I'm a big fan.

Personally, I'm glad you chose what I consider to be *easily* one of Poison's top 10 songs for your Rock Music Lyrics Friday.

I think the deeper meaning of Rose stems from the delineation that the artists imply between the chronic pain of a knife wound (ref/ "Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals /But the scar, that scar remains"; and "And to see you cuts me like a knife") and the acute pain brought about by the thorn of a rose (ref "Every rose has its thorn"). This dichotomoy of pain is further accentuated by the song itself which first pricks you, then stabs you, and finally scars you for life. As C.C. DeVille tellingly proclaims "(Solo)".



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