I am fucking devastated. Absolutely and positively devastated. Before I can explain how my world was blown wide open I have a confession to make: I think that lyrics are not that important. They are necessary unless you are a post-rock instrumental aficionado but even shoegaze has lyrics. Hell, even speed death metal has lyrics. I don’t think they are the most important aspect of a song and I don’t care to delve deeply into the psyche of the songwriter but a catchy chorus certainly enhances the music.
In saying all this I also concede that I am totally shit at getting lyrics right. There are, however, some lyrics I love. Sometimes a total song like Holland, 1945 or just good lines like the one I love from the song above.
Since 1995 I have loved this song. I flogged this album to death and when I picked it up again 5 or so years ago it was this track that once again stood out for me. While there is much to love about the song it is this line that makes the song:
I’m not at home ‘cause I’m going to the pharmacy
It kind of has everything I like about a lyric. You can sing it loud, it is irreverent and has a kind of matter-of-fact everyday problem about it. You know, I’d be here but I gotta go down the pharmacy and get stuff. If you don’t understand that then we probably can’t be friends. If you get it then we’ll be friends for life.
And so, for whatever reason I looked at the lyrics for this song today. After reading through line by line I found that the line I have loved for 19 years isn’t even right. I was totally floored and the day, despite the gorgeous autumn sun, seemed a little gray and empty. I can’t share what the lyric is. If you want to know what it is go and look it up because, like believing in fairies, every time I think of it my most treasured line fades away a little more until one day it will be replaced with the “real” line.
Well, that is it for me. This hasn’t been as cathartic as I would like and, despite my poorly thought out confessions and confused ramblings, I’m still hurting inside. Oh well, if you come to comfort me, and I’m not home, then I’ve gone to the pharmacy.