This song seems to me to have a bit more depth to it than most people have granted it. It's obviously not about an actual hearing disorder, and bungle4ever's comments about the frustrations of a great band playing live were unfortunately a bit short of the mark. Frustration with the general public is on the right track, but think more along the lines of a growing insanity to catch the full impact of this song's message. Imagine someone just babbling back to you what they THINK what you said is all about. Now imagine every person you have ever interacted with chiming in with their thoughts on what you said, what you've done, whatever. Most people are so quick to interpret what they hear that they never actually LISTEN to it. As the cacophony steadily grows, it's easy to imagine someone getting overwhelmed by everyone putting their two cents in on something that they never really paid attention to in the first place. For reference, check out Merriam-Webster's take on the word "soliloquy":
1: the act of talking to oneself
2: a dramatic monologue that represents a series of unspoken reflections
Basically, this songs speaks of someone who, after hearing everyone "get it wrong", would rather just listen to their own thoughts. If you really pay attention to what the lyrics are trying to say, you can almost see the speaker in a padded room, wearing a straight jacket, and constantly talking to himself.
Personally, I believe this song is a true work of art in more ways than one. Prose, social commentary, musicianship, you name it. Right on, goodtymze1, definitely Mr. Bungle's finest hour.
"If you really pay attention to what the lyrics are trying to say, you can almost see the speaker in a padded room, wearing a straight jacket, and constantly talking to himself." There are days I'd pay to see that. And I put on some of those air-filled boxing mitts and take a few shots. This is one of those days. (I'll deal with the guilt later:)
"If you really pay attention to what the lyrics are trying to say, you can almost see the speaker in a padded room, wearing a straight jacket, and constantly talking to himself." There are days I'd pay to see that. And I put on some of those air-filled boxing mitts and take a few shots. This is one of those days. (I'll deal with the guilt later:)
This song seems to me to have a bit more depth to it than most people have granted it. It's obviously not about an actual hearing disorder, and bungle4ever's comments about the frustrations of a great band playing live were unfortunately a bit short of the mark. Frustration with the general public is on the right track, but think more along the lines of a growing insanity to catch the full impact of this song's message. Imagine someone just babbling back to you what they THINK what you said is all about. Now imagine every person you have ever interacted with chiming in with their thoughts on what you said, what you've done, whatever. Most people are so quick to interpret what they hear that they never actually LISTEN to it. As the cacophony steadily grows, it's easy to imagine someone getting overwhelmed by everyone putting their two cents in on something that they never really paid attention to in the first place. For reference, check out Merriam-Webster's take on the word "soliloquy":
1: the act of talking to oneself 2: a dramatic monologue that represents a series of unspoken reflections
Basically, this songs speaks of someone who, after hearing everyone "get it wrong", would rather just listen to their own thoughts. If you really pay attention to what the lyrics are trying to say, you can almost see the speaker in a padded room, wearing a straight jacket, and constantly talking to himself.
Personally, I believe this song is a true work of art in more ways than one. Prose, social commentary, musicianship, you name it. Right on, goodtymze1, definitely Mr. Bungle's finest hour.
"If you really pay attention to what the lyrics are trying to say, you can almost see the speaker in a padded room, wearing a straight jacket, and constantly talking to himself." There are days I'd pay to see that. And I put on some of those air-filled boxing mitts and take a few shots. This is one of those days. (I'll deal with the guilt later:)
"If you really pay attention to what the lyrics are trying to say, you can almost see the speaker in a padded room, wearing a straight jacket, and constantly talking to himself." There are days I'd pay to see that. And I put on some of those air-filled boxing mitts and take a few shots. This is one of those days. (I'll deal with the guilt later:)