Both as a standalone and as part of the DSOTS album, you can take this lyric as read. As a matter of public record, Jourgensen's drug intake was legendary even in the 1980s. By the late 90s, in his own words, he was grappling with massive addiction issues and had lost almost everything: friends, spouse, money and had nearly died more than once. "Dark Side of the Spoon" is a both funny & sad title for an album made by a musical genius who was losing the plot; and this song is a message to his fans &...

Both as a standalone and as part of the DSOTS album, you can take this lyric as read. As a matter of public record, Jourgensen's drug intake was legendary even in the 1980s. By the late 90s, in his own words, he was grappling with massive addiction issues and had lost almost everything: friends, spouse, money and had nearly died more than once. "Dark Side of the Spoon" is a both funny & sad title for an album made by a musical genius who was losing the plot; and this song is a message to his fans & friends saying he knows it. It's painful to listen to so I'm glad the "Keith Richards of industrial metals" wised up and cleaned up. Well done sir.

"Take your clothes off when you dance" means to be completely bare, both physically and egoically. This way of thinking frees us to view life differently, where we can SING, DANCE, and LOVE throughout the song, not just at the end. So, you have to enjoy the journey and not the destination. The la-la-la, diddle-diddle-dee part reminds me of life's playfulness under a bare lens and the ambiguity of words to be particularly meaningful. So, it's like words and concepts are great, but they limit our ability to just sing, dance, and love. At the same time, however, concepts are...

"Take your clothes off when you dance" means to be completely bare, both physically and egoically. This way of thinking frees us to view life differently, where we can SING, DANCE, and LOVE throughout the song, not just at the end. So, you have to enjoy the journey and not the destination. The la-la-la, diddle-diddle-dee part reminds me of life's playfulness under a bare lens and the ambiguity of words to be particularly meaningful. So, it's like words and concepts are great, but they limit our ability to just sing, dance, and love. At the same time, however, concepts are necessary because I believe that the way to rise above evil is a widespread education on human nature and the nature of our own minds so that we don't constantly identify with concepts so that we can ultimately experience things in the present and enjoy them more. That is why I worry about putting all this into words: it is a further conceptualization and potentially takes away from focusing on the music itself--maybe everyone who clicked this page already realizes that, and that's why there are no comments besides this one, lol.

Twisted Transister means technically no more nor less than exactly how the words are defined, which is to say there are electronic components made to amplify or switch, in however any bizarre or deviated manner, a device which... okay, time to stop this charade. The full song describes in no small manner the music's power, volume, ability to figuratively or quite literally bore (or both) into the user, in an increasingly even addictive manner, not entirely differently from the plainly and dually implied sexual manner. Love, music, sex: their intertwined relationship forever breaching, preaching, a merciless drug, after all what...

Twisted Transister means technically no more nor less than exactly how the words are defined, which is to say there are electronic components made to amplify or switch, in however any bizarre or deviated manner, a device which... okay, time to stop this charade. The full song describes in no small manner the music's power, volume, ability to figuratively or quite literally bore (or both) into the user, in an increasingly even addictive manner, not entirely differently from the plainly and dually implied sexual manner. Love, music, sex: their intertwined relationship forever breaching, preaching, a merciless drug, after all what is this "dance" but another euphemism? To deny this sexual undertone (or is that dualtone, lol) is as foolish and idiotic to deny why music is used for dancing. Ofc, to those misunderstood, never recognized, all the more reason it's cherished and deeply profound: to this music's plea, our screams are truly but whispers. Perhaps they hear, but silence reigns in absence, the master (music) demands more. "You're in a mess." The second verse's lines are more blatantly sexual, though they could also be written off as despondant and violent since they are as well. Frankly, the song is pretty clever, but for the correlation between sex and music, surely only as old as sex and music are. People are really only insulting themselves by pretending otherwise. Flipside, the intention is clear: music digs into you. So does sex. It never stops. Period.

This song is a little difficult to understand--I had some major trouble at parts--esp if you consider what women want, any particular derivatives of "nice" and ofc the well known derogatory "nice guy"... the **** you talking about? The song mentions none of this, so why are you grandstanders purposefully derailing? GD didn't make this song just for you. They made it for and about everyone who pulls this crap.

This song is a little difficult to understand--I had some major trouble at parts--esp if you consider what women want, any particular derivatives of "nice" and ofc the well known derogatory "nice guy"... the **** you talking about? The song mentions none of this, so why are you grandstanders purposefully derailing? GD didn't make this song just for you. They made it for and about everyone who pulls this crap.

Now seriously, spending up to your last bending over for the rest based on some inherent principle of right, (whatever), regardless of origin--divine, personal, abstract, wtf, as if it matters what YOU ultimately choose assign--doesn't mean squat even if it does occasionally pay back, your worldview is hilarious because it's still the mere truth according to you. Go ahead and pat your back till it breaks, it means nothing: karma is only a bald faced lie used to justify an outsider's outlandish bull. If it helps you sleep, grats... so long as your head doesn't explode from the strain. For all practical (mental) purposes, you will (if you haven't already) finish last. Hooray for you. Don't be surprised at the people that laugh over all the extra work you create for yourself, Mr. Joker. No wonder there's such a demand for shrinks....

Nick's music always speaks directly to my spirit, intuitively and ineffably. I'm also a gentle, sensitive man who was made to love magic and has battled depression all his life.

Nick's music always speaks directly to my spirit, intuitively and ineffably. I'm also a gentle, sensitive man who was made to love magic and has battled depression all his life.

This song is about youth, age and experience, and how they change one's perspective over time. It also seems to have touches of a gentle love song, but it is the love of innocence lost and a time that is never coming again. Here Nick is feeling old and tired, and at just 23 years old. Weary of a world that is far harsher than it has any right to be.

We didn't deserve Nick Drake, but I'm very glad we had him.