fitz and the dizzyspells

Lots of people don't like poetry. It's understandable. Sometimes I get tired of it, too. You have to give a lot to a poem to get something back.

Music, on the other hand, pretty much just gives. (For example...it gives me the feeling that I could be a rock star if a down-on-her-luck talent scout pulled up next to me at a stoplight on a beautiful day.)

This song not only gives musically, it also has some super fun-to-say lyrics. I don't really know what they mean, but I can somehow appreciate that the words "flailing to the whir of a snack machine" have some deeper meaning. (Or maybe it's just my proximity to the office Donettes.)

Fitz and the Dizzyspells

Lyrics:

Comes and goes

Like in fits and dizzy spells, like the weather

And it blows

Like it knows what's going wrong, like it's clever

Has a name but the name goes unspoken

Weather vanes were all twisted and broken

So soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on

Flailing to the whir of a snack machine

Muted screams of an old regime

And then, oh something gets in it

The nightshade gets in it

And we were all fast asleep, we were all so fast asleep

But you woke us, you woke us from the strangest dream

That an aubergine could ever know

Would ever know, would ever know

Lava flows over crooks and craggy cliffs to the ocean

And explodes in a steam heat fevered cyclical motion

Has a name but the name goes unspoken

It's in vain 'cause the language is broken

So cast your own, cast your own

Cast your own, cast your own

Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on

Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on

Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on

Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on