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today's lyric
Apr. 2nd, 2007 12:34 amOnce there was a man
who had a little too much time on his hands
he never stopped to think that he was getting older.
When his night came to an end
He tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend
That he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover
He said is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
Its three o' clock in the morning
You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads
She says that they're all dead
She tried the last one on
It couldn't speak, fell off
And now she just wanders the halls
Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all
She says is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
The wheelies are cutting pavement
and the Skeksis at the rave meant
to hide deep inside
their sunken faces
and their wild, rolling eyes
But their callous words reveal
That they can no longer feel
Love or sex appeal
The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal
To return to Oz we've fled the world
With smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend from coming down
I've lost my place and now it can't be found
Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
Yes of course you probably know it's Return to Oz by the Scissor Sisters - but I don't know of a better critique of modern gay culture, especially clubbing - there is a certain eternal childlike quality to gay men, it's worrying as well as comforting. To 'grow up' is to lose a certain attitude to the world, become bitter or deadened by the world of children, cars, houses and marriage and lose the wonders of sex, new experiences, drugs, beauty and art...to lose that innocence by having to become a real 'daddy'; for someone else to have those experiences you have to relinquish your own.
But when those experiences are chemical or self-hurting, is that exploration or self-destruction? Or escape rather than dealing with the world? I find it interesting quite a few gay venues still have no windows here, or frosted windows...let's hide, the world might go away.
Just a thought.
P.S. Wheelies in the lyric intrigues me - it's that really a Chorlton and the Wheelies reference? If so how did Baby Daddy & Jake et al hear of them? Did they show it in the US? EDIT - they mean Wheelers not Wheelies, I guess. Alhough I think the lyric is making allusions to Alice in Wonderland too, with the Queen, maybe?
who had a little too much time on his hands
he never stopped to think that he was getting older.
When his night came to an end
He tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend
That he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover
He said is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
Its three o' clock in the morning
You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads
She says that they're all dead
She tried the last one on
It couldn't speak, fell off
And now she just wanders the halls
Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all
She says is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
The wheelies are cutting pavement
and the Skeksis at the rave meant
to hide deep inside
their sunken faces
and their wild, rolling eyes
But their callous words reveal
That they can no longer feel
Love or sex appeal
The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal
To return to Oz we've fled the world
With smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend from coming down
I've lost my place and now it can't be found
Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
Yes of course you probably know it's Return to Oz by the Scissor Sisters - but I don't know of a better critique of modern gay culture, especially clubbing - there is a certain eternal childlike quality to gay men, it's worrying as well as comforting. To 'grow up' is to lose a certain attitude to the world, become bitter or deadened by the world of children, cars, houses and marriage and lose the wonders of sex, new experiences, drugs, beauty and art...to lose that innocence by having to become a real 'daddy'; for someone else to have those experiences you have to relinquish your own.
But when those experiences are chemical or self-hurting, is that exploration or self-destruction? Or escape rather than dealing with the world? I find it interesting quite a few gay venues still have no windows here, or frosted windows...let's hide, the world might go away.
Just a thought.
P.S. Wheelies in the lyric intrigues me - it's that really a Chorlton and the Wheelies reference? If so how did Baby Daddy & Jake et al hear of them? Did they show it in the US? EDIT - they mean Wheelers not Wheelies, I guess. Alhough I think the lyric is making allusions to Alice in Wonderland too, with the Queen, maybe?