Tuesday, December 05, 2006

The Fall of Rome hardly ever crosses my mind

I recently decided that most of James' Reyne's songs can be described in one sentence:

"Being rich and pretty isn't all that it's cracked up to be".

I give you Exhibit A:

'Oh No Not You Again'

I give you Exhibit B:

'Beautiful People'

I give you Exhibit C:

'Errol'

I give you Exhibit D:

'Hammerhead'*

I give you Exhibit E:

'Motor's Running Way Too Fast'


However, while this is a clear theme in many of his songs, the one that has been bugging me lately is 'Fall of Rome', which goes like this:

Everybody says
'What's that sound?'
(Put it in a skillet and slap it all around)
Everybody says
'Can't stay home...
Still thinkin' 'bout the fall of Rome'

Seriously people. What the hell does that mean? And then there's this:

Where'm I gonna buy it
Where'm I gonna buy it
Gotta give a dog a bone

I posit that if James Reyne was some scruffy-looking homeless dude walking along the street reciting the lyrics to this song, he'd be locked in the booby-hatch before he could get half a block.

I grant you that perhaps this is a step up on the banality of currently available lyrics (if P!nk is "not here for (y)our entertainment", what the hell is the point of her?), but still worry very much about my Dad's generation of music fans that they went out and bought this song/album in DROVES and then tried valiantly to sing along to it.

Perhaps it's an elaborate con on JR's behalf because he knows that no one can understand his songs, they might as well be intellectually incomprehensible as well?

Neil Finn has been known to observe that sometimes he just likes the way that words sound together, more as a collection of sounds than anything meaningful**, and Camille does a similar thing with her tracks. Don't think James Reyne can use that as an excuse.

On the other hand, at least he's not hosting appalling morning television. For god's sake Channel 10, how hard is it to employ some shit-kicker at $10 an hour to google the interview guests/topics and hand those people a goddamn briefing note? Is it really too much to ask that we be spared from David Reyne asking the foremost ovarian cancer expert in Australia

"why don't pap smears (detect ovarian cancer). Surely it's all in the same area isn't it? And what about that vaccine? Maybe that will work for it too!"

after which the expert in question patiently explained that the TYPE of cancer cells were completely different and restrained herself from jumping across the coffee table to smash his face in.

My friend LM claims that perhaps they're trying to get them to "ask the kind of questions that Gen Pub would ask". I'd like to think that the gen pub understands what a placebo is, but maybe I am wrong.***


* Although challenge you to tell me in actual sentences what it is this song means. When I was a kid I thought that the line "some silken slip of evil/Hammerhead" was actually "some soup gets left by me for a Hammerhead"...which if you think about it makes sense. You want to leave your leftovers for a shark. Just so they don't eat you.

** Which is why I'm not writing this post about 'Don't Ask Why' which includes the lyrics "Error Gorrilla/Know what I mean?" and "Maybe some one shook a leg/on a sailboat, south of China"

*** I did something funny in my links here. Promise.

11 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Stupid lyrics, yes. But they rhyme!!

Sheesh! Picky, picky, picky.





PS: Good luck with the move.

xx

7:23 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cheers, I now have something of his stuck in my head :( I'm gonna play me some Nirvana now.. try to get rid of it.. :) I had a much better comment written but I wasn't logged in, so I lost it. :(

12:56 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Everybody says
'What's that sound?'
(Put it in a skillet and slap it all around)
Everybody says
'Can't stay home...
Still thinkin' 'bout the fall of Rome'

Reyne is making a point here about the futility of the search for meaning in the modern environment and the collapse that can result when one discovers the emptiness that is there. The ironic mention of “everybody asking ‘what's that sound?’” — a clear reference to Descartes's theories of the unreliability of perception in epistemological arguments — particularly when coupled with slapping — a humiliating action but (as Reyne the musician well knows) also a technique for playing the bass guitar — is intended to imply that Descartes is not funky: there is no hip French dude theories and his ideas on reason and deduction are no longer relevant. A telling concept, I'm sure you'll agree. And then it gets to the shocking second stanza when ‘Everybody,’ playing the part of the Greek Chorus, taunts the singer about his refusal to engage in society and likens him, in a kind of Spinozistic-pantheistic way, to a higher being overseeing history. Note the assonance in the recurrent voicing of the 'S' sound ('says', 'skillet', 'slap', 'still' … ) and then, eerily, it suddenly falls away as if the chorus is finally agreeing with the singer's point of view.

Or it could be a song about masturbating.

4:40 pm  
Blogger I'm not Craig said...

I once played in a band that covered "Fall of Rome". We offered a prize if any of the frankly confused teenagers could tell us what the lyrics actually were.

No risk there.

This was still less tupid then a live band I once saw at Roller City Bayswater who covered an Oils song and suggested that everyone who was skating should dance like Peter Garrett.

That was the most dangerous 4 minutes and 23 seconds of my life.
I came second.

We're wandering off topic here. I was actually going to explain the lyrics to Fall of Rome but I can't possibly top Harpo's effort.

10:12 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Harpo. I think I love you.

10:24 pm  
Blogger gigglewick said...

Meva,

Yes. I am picky. If I wasn't called Gigglewick, that would probably be my name.

Snoskred,

Sorry. But you did make me pull out a copy of 'Pump up the Volume' soundtrack that somehow hasn't found its way back into my bag yet.

Harpo,

Okay.

* backs away slowly *

INCraig,

hahahahahahahaha. Just out of interest, what was the prize for both a) lyrical explanation and/or b) rollerskating competition?

Meva,

Don't we all.

8:40 pm  
Blogger I'm not Craig said...

I can't remember what we offerred for lyrical explanation. We didn't have a prize on hand as we were completely confident that we would not need it.

I can't remember what was offerred as first prize for the rollerskating. Second prize was a badge with the band's name on it that had clearly been made by the bass player's mother.

The next time I saw this band I took the badge with me and ended up giving it to a complete stranger because I could not imagine ever wearing it anywhere ever.

7:14 am  
Blogger redcap said...

Aw, poor old James. I used to have such a crush on him. I saw him with Mark Seymour last year and he's still pretty hot. His new songs are crap, though.

2:03 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We saw JR live a couple of times. my theory is that they did the songs live a few times, and dear old JR was (as always)too pickled to remember the proper words. By the time it came to putting the words on the album cover liner (YES! so long ago they still did that) they probably decided the more unintelligible the lyrics looked, the easier it was to confabulate on stage - no-one could sing along anyway...

4:28 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just remembered!

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh no!!

11:15 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Think Heroin Addiction people....might make more sense then.

11:50 am  

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