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Honey, loving you is the greatest thing
I get to be myself and I get to sing
I get to play at being irresponsible
I come home late at night and I love your soul
I never forget you in my prayers
I never have a bad thing to report
You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don't even know it
I am living out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
You're the funny little frog in my throat
My eye sight's fading, my hearing's dim
I can't get insured for the state I'm in
I'm a danger to myself I've been starting fights
At the party at the club on a Saturday night
But I don't get disapproving from my girl
She gets the all highlights wrapped in pearls
You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don't even know it
I am living out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
You're the funny little frog in my throat
I had a conversation with you at night
It's a little one sided but that's all right
I tell you in the kitchen about my day
You sit on the bed in the dark, changing places
With the ghost that was there before you came
You've come to save my life again
I don't dare to touch your hand
I don't dare to think of you
In a physical way
And I don't know how you smell
You are the cover of my magazine
You're my fashion tip, a living museum
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays
I'll maybe tell you all about it someday
I get to be myself and I get to sing
I get to play at being irresponsible
I come home late at night and I love your soul
I never forget you in my prayers
I never have a bad thing to report
You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don't even know it
I am living out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
You're the funny little frog in my throat
My eye sight's fading, my hearing's dim
I can't get insured for the state I'm in
I'm a danger to myself I've been starting fights
At the party at the club on a Saturday night
But I don't get disapproving from my girl
She gets the all highlights wrapped in pearls
You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don't even know it
I am living out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
You're the funny little frog in my throat
I had a conversation with you at night
It's a little one sided but that's all right
I tell you in the kitchen about my day
You sit on the bed in the dark, changing places
With the ghost that was there before you came
You've come to save my life again
I don't dare to touch your hand
I don't dare to think of you
In a physical way
And I don't know how you smell
You are the cover of my magazine
You're my fashion tip, a living museum
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays
I'll maybe tell you all about it someday
Lyrics submitted by madedge
Track duration: 03:08
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When you feel unlovable, what you would really like is for someone to love you. sometimes you imagine somebody to do that job. and then you get carried away (gifting her imaginary pearls). Sometimes (like me) you imagine someone out of thin air to satisfy sexual fantasies... but this one is more of a spiritual support. No disapproval..
but of course he realizes the conversations are "a little one-sided" and so there are real partners he commits to sometimes, but they're less real eventually than his imagined lover.. they fade and all he's left with is his pathetic imaginary friend. But the song is from his perspective, while he's still being half-delusional and in love, so it's positive. but of course it's supposed to be ironically pathetic.
I think he's in love with this one girl who has no idea who he is- but he's becoming obsessed with her. He can't talk to her at all in real life, but at home, he constantly imagines her there and fantasizes about her all the time.
I think it's kinda cute (:
the funny little frog in his throat: When you are nervous about speaking (to a girl in this instance), you often need to clear your throat you know, or like your words get all messed up in your nervousness, you have a frog in your throat and you sound ridiculous, he is afraid to talk to 'her'
who is 'she'? for this song it doesn't matter.
Anyway, this is a simple and fun song about the pros and cons of actual relationships. In other words, an imaginary and idealistic mental reproduction of an actual person he admires provides him with none of the annoyances and frustration of actual relationships.
So the imaginary girls are all different imo, a fashion model, his imagining a relationship with a girl he knows but is too afraid to ask out, a picture on his wall, etc. He pays to visit her on rainy sundays (at the theater perhaps?).
And its ended on the note that he may tell her all about it someday, lol. If he ever gets the courage to ask her out formally instead of simply fantasizing about her.
Oh, and the highlights wrapped in pearls line, in my opinion, is most likely a reference to masturbation. AND, if you think Stuart is above these sort of references, I would suggest you take a closer listen at some of the earlier songs. He can actually be rather perverted. Also, references to lesbian activity is a very common motif in b&s songs. haha.
The lyrics are so amazing. =)
So it's clearly not about him being a musician or anything else.