08-18-2004, 05:13 PM
The song is about what you want it to be about.
There is no right or wrong answer people...
:rambo:
There is no right or wrong answer people...
:rambo:
skippy the wonder dog Wrote:Stephen, you're just funny. The only guy around here insisting something is carved in stone is ... you. You're also credited as the original author of that Bismarck thing, which explains a lot....
tommygunn Wrote:The song is about what you want it to be about.
There is no right or wrong answer people...
:rambo:
The Horrible Esthete Wrote:Yep!tommygunn Wrote:The song is about what you want it to be about.
There is no right or wrong answer people...
:rambo:
Sweet. Then I guess my theory of it being written about two fat, sweaty mexicans wrestling a rabid coyote over a slightly overcooked slab of half-rotten bacon somewhere in the Revillagigedo Islands still holds water.....
still Wrote:Maybe you guys should look at the message, instead of likening it to a historical occurrence because I don't think it's meant as one. It's the bleakness, the emptiness, stark reality of having your heart broken and trying to recover. Then one day, picking up the phone hearing her voice saying 'I want to see you' to which he responds 'I think you should just get on with your life'. Then the caller says 'ow. Easy for you to do, to which he responds 'WHAT? Easy?' Whatever pain and anguish the caller caused the person, the caller is now left in a pile of dust, wanting to die.
Fast forward = the guy getting the phone call thinks it over, needs to put it down on paper...he likens his emptiness to this disaster, a nautical disaster paints a picture of his inner turmoil. Then adds at the end of the song 'anyway, Susan, if you like, our conversation is as faint as the fingernails, scratching on my hull'. Saying look, he's still in pain.
Maybe the song should be looked at that way, respected for the powerful love story it is.
The Horrible Esthete Wrote:I agree that poets and lyricists often leave the 'overall meaning' of a particular work open to a range of interpretation by its audience, however, I think it would be somewhat of of an insult for one to suggest that the possible interpretations are boundless. After all, I think it's safe to assume there must be a rather finite inspiration that prompts an author's expression, right?How is it an 'insult'??
tommygunn Wrote:How is it an 'insult'??
What's with the obsession to find out exactly what a work of art means?
How about just taking what you will from it and enjoying it for that. Make the work of art mean something personal to you. Any artist will tell you that that is more rewarding for them than people continually disecting their work or continually seeking to find out what they were thinking when they conceived their work. That, as has been mentioned earlier, is very, very boring and unrewarding for them and they resort to telling bullshit made-up on the spot stories to people who ask. Besides, if they really wanted you to know, wouldn't they include it in the album's liner notes or publish it in one form or another??
Also, just as we as an audience have an infinite number of interpretations, so too can the artist have an infinite number of inspirations to go to when they make their work. Art is not something you can put a formula to.
The Horrible Esthete Wrote:still Wrote:Maybe you guys should look at the message, instead of likening it to a historical occurrence because I don't think it's meant as one. It's the bleakness, the emptiness, stark reality of having your heart broken and trying to recover. Then one day, picking up the phone hearing her voice saying 'I want to see you' to which he responds 'I think you should just get on with your life'. Then the caller says 'ow. Easy for you to do, to which he responds 'WHAT? Easy?' Whatever pain and anguish the caller caused the person, the caller is now left in a pile of dust, wanting to die.
Fast forward = the guy getting the phone call thinks it over, needs to put it down on paper...he likens his emptiness to this disaster, a nautical disaster paints a picture of his inner turmoil. Then adds at the end of the song 'anyway, Susan, if you like, our conversation is as faint as the fingernails, scratching on my hull'. Saying look, he's still in pain.
Maybe the song should be looked at that way, respected for the powerful love story it is.
Beautiful. :thumb:
It matters not whether the nautical disaster is based on an historical event or whether it is completely fictional. What does matter is that the account of the story functions wonderfully as a device which allows the audience to assimilate the extent of the emotional disturbance suffered at, and beyond, the terminal point of the relationship.
I agree that poets and lyricists often leave the 'overall meaning' of a particular work open to a range of interpretation by its audience, however, I think it would be somewhat of of an insult for one to suggest that the possible interpretations are boundless. After all, I think it's safe to assume there must be a rather finite inspiration that prompts an author's expression, right?