I was wrong

Got any interesting thoughts on a set of lyrics? Any that don't involve the word "indeed"? Find yourself struggling to decipher all those obtuse references Von makes? Read "1959 And All That" and still no clearer? Postcards found lying in a skip around the back of the Chemists can be found here... Don't say you weren't warned.
User avatar
stufarq
Popweazle Piddlepoop
Posts: 3209
Joined: 19 Jan 2008, 17:09
Location: my own imagination

Joy wrote:It is the journalist indeed saying this opinion but I think an agreement from Von was necessary before the release. But who knows maybe 25 years ago the journalist could write something very different from what had been said in reality.
Journalists have always written something very different from what's been said in reality.
Any more of that and we'll be round your front door with the quick-setting whitewash and the shaved monkey.
User avatar
LyanvisAberrant
Utterly Bastard Groovy Amphetamine Filth
Posts: 510
Joined: 18 Mar 2013, 21:58
Location: Where the wild roses grow.
Contact:

million voices wrote:Isn't "The bar that's always closing" etc line mean that him and the ex always end up shouting at each other?
Always been my favourite line of the song. It's magical.
A man with a fictitious grin pondered the terrain in which he flooded with anguish, for this is England. The lion cannot be tamed, this is the game.
User avatar
kafka
Amphetamine Filth
Posts: 125
Joined: 21 Nov 2003, 21:18

It's a great song, a great lyric. There's so much in there that can be read five different ways. For example, "You say we're almost all alone together": are we almost all alone -- or are we almost all alone? Is it a world where people shout, so he doesn't want to talk it over - or are people shouting "I don't want to talk it over"?
[repeat x40]
User avatar
Guedzilla
Amphetamine Filth
Posts: 127
Joined: 30 Jan 2007, 19:25
Location: At the place where the bars never close (not that soon, at least)
Contact:

rien wrote: That's how I'm hearing it, too, however I dimly recall seeing a post on here claiming that the song was about a guitarist who'd always hook up with other women behind his girlfriend's back when he was on tour.
Wasn't that When you don't see me?
Introducing....Gothzilla?!?
User avatar
EvilBastard
Overbomber
Posts: 3832
Joined: 01 Feb 2006, 17:48
Location: Where the Ruined Tower shouts

kafka wrote:It's a great song, a great lyric. There's so much in there that can be read five different ways. For example, "You say we're almost all alone together": are we almost all alone -- or are we almost all alone? Is it a world where people shout, so he doesn't want to talk it over - or are people shouting "I don't want to talk it over"?
There's also "We're almost all alone, together" - i.e. when we're together, we're still all alone, there's no "relationship", we're just two people who happen to do the same things. This ties back to the idea of the r'ship being moribund.
"I won't go down in history, but I probably will go down on your sister."
Hank Moody
User avatar
Joy
Utterly Bastard Groovy Amphetamine Filth
Posts: 636
Joined: 10 Oct 2013, 18:50

Select Magazine 1991


Image
"Music is there to enrich your life and make you aware of things in a slightly different way."
User avatar
stufarq
Popweazle Piddlepoop
Posts: 3209
Joined: 19 Jan 2008, 17:09
Location: my own imagination

"I don't really seem to get on with people. I don't know whether you've noticed."

Nah, never crossed our minds, Andy. :lol:

Cheers, Joy.
Any more of that and we'll be round your front door with the quick-setting whitewash and the shaved monkey.
User avatar
AdrenaChris
Amphetamine Filth
Posts: 185
Joined: 17 Apr 2009, 21:59
Location: Ing-er-land

"You say stay and never leave, you say meant forever" - but she doesn't. Relationships are transient by design.

"I could believe you but I don't" - inside, he gets it. He's done maintaining the illusion.

"You say you will, I know you won't" - of course not :wink:

"In a bar that's always closing..." - such a beautiful metaphor tying all the concepts together.

"I don't want to talk this over" - words are meaningless, especially at this late stage.

"I was quite impressed until I hit the floor" - brings a knowing cynical grin to my face every time I hear it.

"Pain looks great on other men/people" - Are you me, Andrew?

"I was wrong to ever doubt/I can get along without" - speaks for itself IMO.

"I can love my fellow man, but I'm damned if I'll love yours" - Ouch.
User avatar
Chaotican
Gonzoid Amphetamine Filth
Posts: 288
Joined: 21 Nov 2008, 17:48
Location: San Francisco

A petty jab at an ex? I knew I shouldn’t have clicked, yet how could I resist a fairly fresh analysis of a song that has made it into my playlists for the last few weeks. Juxtaposing nicely with Under The Gun, in fact, except I think you’re probably all correct. (Which kind of validates my interpretation in a morbid way, but that’s a silent thought for a more sober hour.)

Still, I’ll offer my take.

I hear a self-deception that has inevitably crumbled. The conversation is with oneself as a respite from isolation gives way to reality. The giddy haze of a willing delusion, making plans and imagining “meant forever�. Trading clarity and truth for a temporary bout of hope just for a break in the monotony of existence.

But it only works if the hope is genuine. Even just for a moment. If you can doubt your solitude for long enough to spark a genuine experience of an imaginary better place. Before you admit you were wrong and go about carrying on without that impossible beauty.

I hear “I can love my fellow man, but I’m damned if I’ll love yours� as a condemnation of humanity in general. Either there is a mythical elevated species that the narrator believes he belongs to or else it is a cynical acknowledgment that we are all doomed to flounder around as these meat-based creatures who evolved not to achieve lofty ideals but to survive. In the latter case, the song is an inner dialogue. The Self can only love its own creations, which can never manifest for long in a fellow human.

The comfort we seek from each other is also hollow. I don’t want to talk this over. I don’t want to play the role of the wounded while we run through the tedious social conventions and bonding rituals of sympathy and comfort. That may be what friends are for, but it is yet another element I can get along without.

In short, disappointment but also a homecoming to a place of reality and strength. Until next time, assuming an ever lengthening refractory period allows for such a thing.
paint it black
Black, black, black & even blacker
Posts: 4510
Joined: 11 Jul 2002, 01:00

This is about von not getting his end away

A bar that's always closing is his girlfriend's fanny flaps, like them saloon doors in the spaghetti westerns
Empathy is wasted by nice people
User avatar
Charlie
Slight Overbomber
Posts: 1217
Joined: 27 Mar 2017, 19:12
Location: Yorkshire

paint it black wrote:This is about von not getting his end away

A bar that's always closing is his girlfriend's fanny flaps, like them saloon doors in the spaghetti westerns
I love looking through this forum over a brew in the morning, one minute you can be reading some great in-depth, thought provoking comments over which to contemplate ....... and then there's 'fanny flaps' in the next post!

:lol: :notworthy: :lol: :notworthy: :lol: :notworthy:
User avatar
Chaotican
Gonzoid Amphetamine Filth
Posts: 288
Joined: 21 Nov 2008, 17:48
Location: San Francisco

Choose your fellow man wisely, Charlie!

(I’d opt for PiB if you can.)
Post Reply