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I try not to stand too close to myself
I try not to listen to the things I say
They say there's no such thing as self-abuse
But you wonder how I can be trusted
If I'm finely tuned or well adjusted
Oh, pity about you
Oh, pity about me
Mostly pity about her
Every time she comes inside
You – had to run
You had to run
You wish that crush would go away
You're not the only one !
Squinting at broad daylight
Drumming up a conversation
Parson's brass is pealing / appealing
Drumming up a congregation
Hands reaching for a glass of water
Dry socks and razor rash
Your shoes under my bed
Dandruff, doona, cigarette ash
I've tried to play it open-handed
I've tried to make a fist of this
Even when the questions are candid
My arrows miss
I've heard about your fragile ego
Your shield, your sword
What am I expected to do ?
Shout Man Overboard ?
Come around when I'm asleep
Roll around, try to wake me
That's all right, you've got to go now
Words overtake me
Your pubic hairs are on my pillow
Your stubble rings the sink
Your words under my sing
Your table manners stink
I paddle in the things I love
You wallow in a swamp of trivia
In a vase with insincere I love you's
Next door's camellias
I'm sick and tired of this position
Hatched underneath your arm
Crotch under stress
You're little and it's come
I'm bored – staring at the ceiling
While you point out my faults
I've watched the wallpaper pealing
From slamming doors
You talk about penis envy
Your friends applaud
What am I expected to do ?
Shout Man Overboard ?
Come across to other girls
Look around and start a rumour
Jealous wife scenes raise a smile a parties
Like anal humour
Are you addicted to attention ?
Do you do it for effect ?
You're wet, out of control, misunderstood and hen-pecked
I try not to listen to the things I say
They say there's no such thing as self-abuse
But you wonder how I can be trusted
If I'm finely tuned or well adjusted
Oh, pity about you
Oh, pity about me
Mostly pity about her
Every time she comes inside
You – had to run
You had to run
You wish that crush would go away
You're not the only one !
Squinting at broad daylight
Drumming up a conversation
Parson's brass is pealing / appealing
Drumming up a congregation
Hands reaching for a glass of water
Dry socks and razor rash
Your shoes under my bed
Dandruff, doona, cigarette ash
I've tried to play it open-handed
I've tried to make a fist of this
Even when the questions are candid
My arrows miss
I've heard about your fragile ego
Your shield, your sword
What am I expected to do ?
Shout Man Overboard ?
Come around when I'm asleep
Roll around, try to wake me
That's all right, you've got to go now
Words overtake me
Your pubic hairs are on my pillow
Your stubble rings the sink
Your words under my sing
Your table manners stink
I paddle in the things I love
You wallow in a swamp of trivia
In a vase with insincere I love you's
Next door's camellias
I'm sick and tired of this position
Hatched underneath your arm
Crotch under stress
You're little and it's come
I'm bored – staring at the ceiling
While you point out my faults
I've watched the wallpaper pealing
From slamming doors
You talk about penis envy
Your friends applaud
What am I expected to do ?
Shout Man Overboard ?
Come across to other girls
Look around and start a rumour
Jealous wife scenes raise a smile a parties
Like anal humour
Are you addicted to attention ?
Do you do it for effect ?
You're wet, out of control, misunderstood and hen-pecked
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Man Overboard Lyrics as written by Stephen Hackett
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How Conway got away with this verseless/chorusless song is beyond me. It's so very much Feminist Studies 101. And that it gained such popularity in the epitome of misogyny called Australia is even more confounding.
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@exobscura Your point being?
@exobscura Your point being? Seriously. I think the only reason it still gets air - play is the (ummahhh....) word... It's the anal humor and lack of self-insight so common among those of the better gender.
@exobscura What is your point? Or are you just trying to prove you have been to University.
@exobscura Isn't one competing perspective (perhaps among several) that the song is cynically, caustically, reflecting on a particular relationship, rather than anything more broad or categorical, such as an entire gender?<br /> <br /> Moreover if your premise is correct about the extent of misogyny in Australia (on which I'm not venturing to comment), wouldn't that be a reason for lyrics drawn out of "Feminist Studies 101" (assuming that to be so) to in fact be popular?
@exobscura <br /> garbageguts68 That's a completely Foucualtian way to assess the situation if you ignore the innate Chomskyian categorical imperative first derived from the pseudo-Baudrillardian premise et al