Song of the Week - July 3, 2006 - Independence Day
Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 9:46 pm
Hi folks,
Thought "Independence Day" might be the perfect song for this week... a song that provokes much speculation. Why did he kick her out? Lots of metaphorical clues seem to indicate some level of cheating going on...the fact that he can't lay in his bed the same way. She's getting mysterious phone calls. He sees the light both figuratively and literally as the fireworks crash....his epiphany....it's when he realizes what's going on....and the final affirmation is the phone number he finds hidden in the matchbox. In some ways the female character feels like it could be Maria from "Maria's Beautiful Mess"....lots of the same chaos...and the seemingly ability to cast a spell on those around her.
This is another song that at one time I had to play repeatedly for days....
Not sure about "If you paint the daylight tragic you're never gonna figure it out." You guys have any insight about that line? Any other thoughts?
KarenZ
Independence Day
I'll shed some light on the mystery
Of why I kicked her out on Independence Day
With the fireworks burning I found myself learning
Couldn't lay in my bed the same way
Stand by me that's what she said if the shit hit the fan
Would you stand by me,
Stand by me
Well, here I am
Here I am
6 o'clock in the city
The shade was fighting back with the morning sun
Then the alarm started ringin'
Her curls fell round her
She asked me when the buses run
And the phone's been ringing since Monday
She's looking for a place where she can talk all alone
But here I am
Here I am
I know your tricks, your magic
But I don't know what your truth is about
If you paint the daylight tragic
You're never gonna figure it out
Out...
From a chair in the kitchen
I watched her live her life in a batting cage
Swingin' through jobs, through her family
Then it hit me, it grabbed me
She's winding up like Satchel Page
And I could hear the crash of the fireworks
Bringing in the light through the windows and doors
It lit a little matchbox found in the kitchen
I read the name and number and I fell on the floor
But here I am
Here I am
Here I am
I know your tricks, your magic
Now I know just what your truth is about
If you paint the daylight tragic
You're never gonna figure it out
Out...
Stand by me
That's what you said
You said you'd stand by me
Stand by me
Here I am
Here I am -- Ellis Paul
Thought "Independence Day" might be the perfect song for this week... a song that provokes much speculation. Why did he kick her out? Lots of metaphorical clues seem to indicate some level of cheating going on...the fact that he can't lay in his bed the same way. She's getting mysterious phone calls. He sees the light both figuratively and literally as the fireworks crash....his epiphany....it's when he realizes what's going on....and the final affirmation is the phone number he finds hidden in the matchbox. In some ways the female character feels like it could be Maria from "Maria's Beautiful Mess"....lots of the same chaos...and the seemingly ability to cast a spell on those around her.
This is another song that at one time I had to play repeatedly for days....
Not sure about "If you paint the daylight tragic you're never gonna figure it out." You guys have any insight about that line? Any other thoughts?
KarenZ
Independence Day
I'll shed some light on the mystery
Of why I kicked her out on Independence Day
With the fireworks burning I found myself learning
Couldn't lay in my bed the same way
Stand by me that's what she said if the shit hit the fan
Would you stand by me,
Stand by me
Well, here I am
Here I am
6 o'clock in the city
The shade was fighting back with the morning sun
Then the alarm started ringin'
Her curls fell round her
She asked me when the buses run
And the phone's been ringing since Monday
She's looking for a place where she can talk all alone
But here I am
Here I am
I know your tricks, your magic
But I don't know what your truth is about
If you paint the daylight tragic
You're never gonna figure it out
Out...
From a chair in the kitchen
I watched her live her life in a batting cage
Swingin' through jobs, through her family
Then it hit me, it grabbed me
She's winding up like Satchel Page
And I could hear the crash of the fireworks
Bringing in the light through the windows and doors
It lit a little matchbox found in the kitchen
I read the name and number and I fell on the floor
But here I am
Here I am
Here I am
I know your tricks, your magic
Now I know just what your truth is about
If you paint the daylight tragic
You're never gonna figure it out
Out...
Stand by me
That's what you said
You said you'd stand by me
Stand by me
Here I am
Here I am -- Ellis Paul