Friday, August 10, 2007

Squeeze: Tempted

Honestly, I knew of this song long before I knew or cared who played it. But the more I think about it, the more I appreciate the storytelling involved and the sort of controlled pissed-offness of the lyric (self loathing, I think?) The dude is distracted and just listing a bunch of crap that fits in a suitcase. I like that it's just a simple bunch of rhymes, but it's smooth. I'll bet this is one of the most misquoted lyrics in the world.
Moot Pt.

I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste
A flannel for my face
Pyjamas, a hairbrush
New shoes and a case
I said to my reflection
Lets get out of this place
Past the church and the steeple
The laundry on the hill
Billboards and the buildings
Memories of it still
Keep calling and calling
But forget it all
I know I will

Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Whats been going on
Now that you have gone
Theres no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered

Im at the car park, the airport
The baggage carousel
The people keep on crowding
Im wishing I was well
I said its no occasion
Its no story I could tell

At my bedside empty pocket
A foot without a sock
Your body gets much closer
I fumble for the clock
Alarmed by the seduction
I wish that it would stop

I bought a novel, some perfume
A fortune all for you
But its not my conscience
That hates to be untrue
I asked of my reflection
Tell me what is there to do