11.09.2009

The Big Suit Philosopher

I love the Talking Heads. At first glance, they look like a prototypical 80's band, complete with synthesizers, ridiculous outfits, and up-tempo beats. David Byrne's voice encompasses all of the shitty music that goes with, in my mind, the worst decade for music of all time. For some reason, I decided to give them a chance. Dear God I'm glad I did. They transcend the cheesiness. It's unlike anything I've ever heard. They thrive off of Byrne's energy, lyrics, and overall uniqueness. Watch the following video and just try to tell me you aren't interested.

(Skip to 1:03 if you don't want to watch the credits)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMtV4mdMRUA


Cheesy? Maybe. It's also concert perfection.
This is all besides the point I originally had in mind for this blog post.

I was listening to a specific song from them, "Heaven." And the lyrics really stuck out to me.

Everyone is trying to get to the bar.
The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven.
The band in Heaven, they play my favorite song.
They play it once again, play it all night long.

Heaven, Heaven is a place
a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.
Heaven, Heaven is a place
a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.

There is a party, everyone is there.
Everyone will leave at exactly the same time.
Its hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, could be so much fun.

Heaven, Heaven is a place
a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.
Heaven, Heaven is a place
a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.

When this kiss is over it will start again.
It will not be any different, it will be exactly
the same.
It's hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, could be this much fun.

Heaven, Heaven is a place
a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.
Heaven, Heaven is a place
a place where nothing, nothing ever happens. 





It's so thought provoking. So direct. Definitely not your typical 80's band lyrics. Is heaven boring? It seems in my "human and mortal" mind it would be. The impurities of an imperfect world provide most of the excitement that gets me through the day. Imagine spending eternity at a church picnic. I can't wait! It seems that the only fun of parish functions is when they break out the beer and say things they know they shouldn't. Or think of the perfect person in your class. Funny, smart, nice, and perfect. How long could you stand being stuck in a room with them? Imperfection is excitement, so, by definition, perfection is boredom. I think I just cracked the case on why girls like douche bags. And I did it with my own logic. Damnit.

3 comments:

  1. i wonder who used the word protypical?
    goddammit.
    i bet it was fucking woody
    oh it was definitely woody.

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  2. This reminds me of my favorite Mark Twain quote "Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company."

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  3. I wouldn't go to Hell for the climate... it's too warm for my liking.

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