I tried to find the article i read this in, but this was apparently based on a book Nick was reading, which had a scene where a child is molested in a movie theater while watching king kong. The song in it's entirety appears to be more about the repercussions of the molestation/rape on the child later in life than the act itself - though we do spend a lot of time hearing about the act.
For a while i didn't piece this together. A friend of mine shed some light and it immediately took on a whole new life. If you've never heard the song knowing this is what it's about - you just have to re listen - right now. Click open iTunes and listen to it - simple lines like "my handsome little body, oddly propped" and "the coins in my pocket jingle jangled" become horrible images so effective and disturbing that i am almost ashamed to say what an amazing song this is. He never has to even mention anything specifically (perhaps a testament to the power of letting readers/listeners/viewers fill in the blanks) and you feel as dirty as if you were the man with girlish eyes with breath of death and vanilla.
This is the kind of song he just doesn't write anymore - and with obvious reasons. I don't know the sort of toll this takes on a mans soul writing this kind of song - but it truly is a great piece of song writing, underscored beautifully by the ominous and frightening music from the Bad Seeds.
I tried to find the article i read this in, but this was apparently based on a book Nick was reading, which had a scene where a child is molested in a movie theater while watching king kong. The song in it's entirety appears to be more about the repercussions of the molestation/rape on the child later in life than the act itself - though we do spend a lot of time hearing about the act.
For a while i didn't piece this together. A friend of mine shed some light and it immediately took on a whole new life. If you've never heard the song knowing this is what it's about - you just have to re listen - right now. Click open iTunes and listen to it - simple lines like "my handsome little body, oddly propped" and "the coins in my pocket jingle jangled" become horrible images so effective and disturbing that i am almost ashamed to say what an amazing song this is. He never has to even mention anything specifically (perhaps a testament to the power of letting readers/listeners/viewers fill in the blanks) and you feel as dirty as if you were the man with girlish eyes with breath of death and vanilla.
This is the kind of song he just doesn't write anymore - and with obvious reasons. I don't know the sort of toll this takes on a mans soul writing this kind of song - but it truly is a great piece of song writing, underscored beautifully by the ominous and frightening music from the Bad Seeds.