I'm liking a lot of these observations. When I listen to this song I hear a lot of cold war motif.
Let's say we have A) cold war as the macrocosm/backdrop,
B)The experience of horny sea men cruising the Caribbean as the, you know, human sized cosm,
C) And the condition and of sperm in waiting
... All of this pins together with the line, "Still, atop these giant puddles/dressed in white we quietly huddle with our missiles." The apprehensive mentality of the cold war is compared to the condition of being horny as fuck. What do the cold war and the condition of being a horny homesick sailor have in common? They are both basically about waiting to anxiously to blow your load.
The last minute where she's singing "Americana, Tropicana," the tone changes almost drastically from upbeat/flirty to something more haunting and foreboding... echoing the ambiguity of our cliffhanger ending: a bunch of horny men with various unconscious Freudian phallic issues hold the fait our world in their hands.
and the two are states are one and the same in song of these sailors
I'm liking a lot of these observations. When I listen to this song I hear a lot of cold war motif. Let's say we have A) cold war as the macrocosm/backdrop, B)The experience of horny sea men cruising the Caribbean as the, you know, human sized cosm, C) And the condition and of sperm in waiting ... All of this pins together with the line, "Still, atop these giant puddles/dressed in white we quietly huddle with our missiles." The apprehensive mentality of the cold war is compared to the condition of being horny as fuck. What do the cold war and the condition of being a horny homesick sailor have in common? They are both basically about waiting to anxiously to blow your load.
The last minute where she's singing "Americana, Tropicana," the tone changes almost drastically from upbeat/flirty to something more haunting and foreboding... echoing the ambiguity of our cliffhanger ending: a bunch of horny men with various unconscious Freudian phallic issues hold the fait our world in their hands.
and the two are states are one and the same in song of these sailors