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| starmekitten |
Posted - 03/11/2006 : 09:02:25
a lyrical problem I have, I have three different sets of lyrics for this bad boy. Anyone know which is right? Anyone know what it's about?
Ed Is Dead
3.
Her head is in a better way
Her brain's on fire
She's just looking for the perfect wave
It's her brain's desire
I'll think of her when I walk the Strand
On this true Hermosa night
Ed is dead
Ed is dead
Ed is dead
Ed is dead
She's just riding in stupid bliss
With music on her bars
Her face burning in the LA sun
She got no got no fear of cars
I'll dedicate my strand cruiser
To the memory of her own
Ed is dead
Ed is dead
Ed is dead
Ed is dead
Ed is dead
Ed is, yeah Ed is
Ed is dead
Ed is dead
Ed is dead
E.I.D.
E.I.D.
E.I.D.
No, no, no, no, no
(from: http://forum.frankblack.net/topic.asp?ARCHIVE=true&TOPIC_ID=2231&SearchTerms=Ed,is,Dead)
This is the lyric we've decided on... seem ok to everyone? |
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| pixiestu |
Posted - 03/13/2006 : 11:09:13
These are only minor but on I've Been Tired I think there are a few mistakes (from what I hear on the Come on Pigrim version):
It should be: "She said I could tell you stories that could make you cry"....and not "...tell you a story..."
Also, the "she said excuse me please" is missing from the first verse.
Again, these are only minor but I thought I should point it out.
"The arc of triumph" |
| kathryn |
Posted - 03/13/2006 : 07:33:14
quote:
Originally posted by starmekitten
I've Been Tired
One two three
She's a real left winger 'cause she been down south
And held peasants in her arms
She said I could tell you a story that could make you cry
What about you?
I said me too
I could tell you a story that will make you cry
And she sighed aaahh
I said I wanna be a singer like Lou Reed
I like Lou Reed she said, sticking her tongue in my ear
Let's go, let's sit, let's talk
Politics go so good with beer
And while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?
I said losing my penis to a whore with disease
Just kidding, I said, losing my life to a whore with disease
I said please, I'm a humble guy with a healthy desire
Don't give me no shit because...
I've been tired
I've been tired
I've been tired
I tell a tale of a girl, but i call her a woman
She's a little bit older than me
Strong legs, strong face, voice like milk, breasts like a cluster of grapes
I can't escape the ways she raise me
She'll make you feel like Solomon be one of your babies even if you had no one
(and while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?)
Took my sleep after setting my loins on fire
But that's ok because...
I've been tired
I've been tired
I've been tired
I've been tired
I've been tired
I've been tired
t-i-r-e-d spells it
spells it
Not based on any facts, only the ethos it conjures up for me:
This is a college dude's paean to the kind of hipster chick one readily encountered at a mid-80s New England college campus (such as U-Mass Amherst) -- a socially conscious woman who did groovy things like volunteer in Central America (which held a top-of-mind awareness among leftist college students at the time, what with Ronald Reagan's shenanigans there).
I hear this as a back and forth pick-up attempt disguised as a political conversation:
She said I could tell you a story that could make you cry -- she's so progressive that she's been down south and helped the poor (gotta give Frank props for the barely contained cynicism of "held peasants in her arms").
He's not a hippie like that, he's a punk (in my own mid-80s New England college experience, socially you had to present yourself as either a hippie or a punk). He responds with: "I wanna be a singer like Lou Reed".
And just as he mirrored her "I could tell you a story that will make you cry," she echoes his professed love of Lou Reed.
Frank perfectly describes how when people are trying to score they are quick to erase any potentially offending attribute about themselves and present themselves as similar to the other person.
While it's likely that I am dead wrong with my interpretation, it is certain that Frank has ably captured a social dynamic, and a beer-soaked one at that.
I got some heaven in my head
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| lonely persuader |
Posted - 03/13/2006 : 06:57:19
> The "Ed is Dead" parts are unrelated to her.
No, its not unrelated. Edwina is the girl and she's dead now. Knocked over by a car. |
| starmekitten |
Posted - 03/13/2006 : 04:42:03
I'm slowly realising that I have been singing *completely* the wrong lyrics for years. I think the other songs are correct...
I've Been Tired
One two three
She's a real left winger 'cause she been down south
And held peasants in her arms
She said I could tell you a story that could make you cry
What about you?
I said me too
I could tell you a story that will make you cry
And she sighed aaahh
I said I wanna be a singer like Lou Reed
I like Lou Reed she said, sticking her tongue in my ear
Let's go, let's sit, let's talk
Politics go so good with beer
And while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?
I said losing my penis to a whore with disease
Just kidding, I said, losing my life to a whore with disease
I said please, I'm a humble guy with a healthy desire
Don't give me no shit because...
I've been tired
I've been tired
I've been tired
I tell a tale of a girl, but i call her a woman
She's a little bit older than me
Strong legs, strong face, voice like milk, breasts like a cluster of grapes
I can't escape the ways she raise me
She'll make you feel like Solomon be one of your babies even if you had no one
(and while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?)
Took my sleep after setting my loins on fire
But that's ok because...
I've been tired
I've been tired
I've been tired
I've been tired
I've been tired
I've been tired
t-i-r-e-d spells it
spells it |
| Daisy Girl |
Posted - 03/12/2006 : 13:06:12
I think its three for the first stanza. But something about the second seems a little off. I need to listen to it. Prob will be days until I can get around to it.
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| Cult_Of_Frank |
Posted - 03/12/2006 : 10:13:44
Yeah, definitely number three. :)
 "If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate." |
| matto |
Posted - 03/12/2006 : 07:11:49
So wait... it's not "Her head is in a bed away"? Ooooh.... |
| kathryn |
Posted - 03/12/2006 : 05:52:45
Yes, kitty, it's discussed widely in the thread you mention above
http://forum.frankblack.net/topic.asp?ARCHIVE=true&TOPIC_ID=2231&SearchTerms=Ed,is,Dead
Most likely Frank's talking about the strand (beach walk) in the South Bay (Pistolero reference!) community of Hermosa Beach, you know...where floop spent part of his LA childhood.
Frank also mentions Hermosa Strand in "Everything is New."
I got some heaven in my head
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| starmekitten |
Posted - 03/12/2006 : 05:48:27
Thank you so much, I think the third one is better also and thanks for the quote fbc that makes a difference. Hermosa Strand has come up before hasn't it K? |
| fbc |
Posted - 03/11/2006 : 09:53:57
Number 3 for sure.
The only line (well, word) that's hard to make out is "to the memory..."
"of her, ohhhhh" is my guess.
Paul Kolderie (quoted from Fool the World) asked Charles about the song and he remembers him saying: "it's about this girl, this weird kinda girl, she was retarded and didn't have any friends and she would ride her bike around with a transistor radio strapped to the handle bars blasting music"
The "Ed is Dead" parts are unrelated to her. |
| kathryn |
Posted - 03/11/2006 : 09:31:31
quote:
Originally posted by starmekitten
Her head is in a better way
Her brain's on fire
She's just looking for the perfect wave
It's her brain's desire
I'll think of her when I walk the Strand
On this true Hermosa night
Hermosa means beautiful in Spanish. It's also the name of one of the nicer parts of LA, Hermosa Beach in part because of the seaside Strand. So I'd say those are the right lyrics.
A couple of times Frank has said it's about a girl he used to know.
I got some heaven in my head
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