Samo poslušej jo. Neverjetno zabavna pesem
Začnimo od začetka. Kaj mi je všeč na tej pesmi.
Vsak inštrument zase igra svojo muziko in skupaj te vleče na vse konce. Posebaj sem pozorna na klavir in glas, ki gresta vsak v svojo smer. Zveni kot da se zelo mudi, vendar nikamor posebno. Hitenje za voljo hitenja.
Kot vsa beseila Will-a Wood-a, je tudi to besedilo zelo kompleksno in težko za razumeti. Zato bom samo naštela nekaj vrstic, ki so mi bile posebno všeč in morda zakaj. Predvsem mislim da pesem govori o drogah (npr. v verzu How can I commit to reality, when my third eye’s open and I like what I see?), vendar jaz jo rada dojemam izven tega, namreč občutek, ki je opisan je dostopen tudi brez drog, prdvsem z grandioznim razmišljanjem, ki morda celo zavrača realnost. V verzu
And if it rhymes, it’s true, but I hate poetry,
pesnik pove, da ve da je nekaj resnično, vendar ker ne mara te resnice, jo vseeno zavrača, kot pove v nasjednjih dveh verzih
Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down
With no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no respect for reality
Več prihodnjič :) Zdej sem že preveč časa sedela.
I’m just a psycho, babe
Come and go out my mind
I didn’t lose it, babe
There wasn’t much to find
My grip on my secrets slipping while I’m speaking in tongues Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it’s not my fault The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to I’m cut from a different kind of meat More than you can chew, hard to swallow me Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity How can I commit to reality, when my third eye’s open and I like what I see? Baby, I may be crazy but I didn’t lose it, no I set it free
I can’t ignore what’s under dance floorboards, the rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat But I still move my feet To slip out of this groove, I’m free Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls And maybe wake up from but a dream, yeah
I’m just a psycho, babe Come and go out my mind I didn’t lose it, babe There wasn’t much to find I’m just a psycho, babe Come and go out my mind I’m only passing through Oh, oh, o-o-oh See Will Wood Live Get tickets as low as $57
If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see You’d look through illusions, hallucinations, and lucid dream And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep But I got facts and I’m not afraid to use ‘em, take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front Some days I'm glad that I am a madman and I’d rather be that than An amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal But I’m more level-headed and clever than ever and I’m getting better one forever at a time And if sick is defined by what’s different, well then pull the plug out and let me die
Vice-versa, vice versus virtue Well who I am I choose through all the things I do And if it rhymes, it’s true, but I hate poetry Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down With no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no respect for reality
I’m just a psycho, babe Come and go out my mind I didn’t lose it babe There wasn’t much to find I’m just a psycho, babe Come and go out my mind I’m only passing through Oh, oh, o-o-oh
I’m just a psycho, babe Come and go out my mind I didn’t lose it babe There wasn’t much to find I’m just a psycho, babe Come and go out my mind A tourist passing through Well that was fun, goodbye