Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Stroke 9: Little Black Backpack

I'm not sure I know what these words are about, but I like the song anyhow. My take is, the couple who's tight in a lot of ways, but one night at the bar she's too friendly with someone or someones too friendly with her, etc. Hopefully the make up sex produced a good song , too. "Your mind is lined with layers of lead..." is my favorite line.
Moot Pt.

I know it
It's a shame
A shame I can't show it
And I see it
I can see it now
But I'm so far below it
Don't wanna

Don't wanna talk about it
I say why not?
Don't wanna think about it
I say there's got to be some good reason
For your little black backpack
Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back
Don't wanna tango with you
I'd rather tangle with him
I think I'm gonna bash his head in
And this shouldn't concern you except that
Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back

I feel you
Yes I can
What about that don't you understand?
I sense you
It's something sensual
But it's less than I planned
Don't wanna

You're trying to find a reason for the way you feel tonight
Your mind is lined with layers of lead
Have you heard one thing that I've said?