I rarely fall in love with a
song immediately upon hearing it -- it usually takes several listens for a tune
to really reveal itself to me. This song is a notable exception -- I remember
hearing it for the first time a few years ago and thinking something like
"What?! This song exists?! Why was I not informed?" Then for a few
weeks I was playing it all the time, and telling other people about it,
badgering random passersby to listen to it, petitioning Congress to make it our
new national anthem, standing outside Buckingham Palace and hoisting up a
boombox a la John Cusack in "Say Anything" ... you know how these
things go. Then, after receiving a cease-and-desist letter from the surviving
members of Genesis (which would be all of them), I tried to go back to work,
found out I had been fired, then embarked on a quixotic journey to teach those
little robots that vacuum people's floors to understand the human emotion of
shame. And after all this, I recently heard this song on the radio while
driving just outside of Denver, and realized the lyrics are bad! So, a belated
apology to my friends and family, Senator Harry Reid, Cameron Crowe, Queen Elizabeth
II, and the good people at iRobot.
I refuse to apologize to Phil
Collins, though, because he penned these lyrics that seem pretty reasonable on
their face, but taken as a unit, are quite obviously the unhinged ravings of a
madman.
OK, that was a joke, but wait a
minute: Phil Collins
thinks he is the reincarnation of an American Alamo survivor. You should
really take a minute and read this article ... it quotes Phil Collins as saying
"Fuck music," which is an awesome thing for a famous musician to say.
And it has a funny picture of Phil Collins wearing a coonskin cap. Also, he
wrote a 416-page (!) coffee
table book about the Alamo and his big collection of Alamo stuff. Who's the
crazy one now, Phil?!
Well I've been waiting,
waiting here so long
But thinking nothing, nothing could go wrong
Although the conjunction
"but" doesn't really fit here -- does thinking nothing could go wrong
somehow contradict the act of waiting for so long? -- these lyrics are fine. In
fact, pretty much the whole song is fine except for one line that
completely ruins the whole thing. We will get to that, and I will rant and rave
in a manner that is hopefully somewhat amusing!
But now I know
She has a built in ability
To take everything she sees
Good job redeeming yourself by
using the word "but" properly, Phil Collins! I love the way he sings
"built in ability" in this part. The assonance and consonance are
cool. This is just a fun little ditty about a genetically engineered
kleptomaniac!
And now it seems I'm
falling, falling for her
This conjunction also makes
sense in context! Hooray for proper grammar!
One other thing I like about
this song is the use of repetition on "waiting," "nothing,"
and "falling."
Since I have nothing snarky to
say here, I may as well also compliment the video for this
song, which is endearingly quirky and features the band members goofing around,
Phil Collins singing into his drumsticks like they're a microphone, some random
table tennis and a giant hamster wheel.
Also, I thought guitarist Mike
Rutherford, who went on to form Mike & the Mechanics, was Pete Townshend.
What do you guys think? Mike is on the right.
She seems to have an
invisible touch yeah
She reaches in, grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart
Having an invisible touch is a
great superpower for a genetically engineered kleptomaniac.
OK, so the lyrics so far are
just fine ... we have a woman who was very attractive to Phil Collins, and he
fell in love with her, but now, through some kind of painful experience he has
learned that she was bad for him, and this song is chronicling that experience
to serve as a sort of cautionary tale. Right? Right??
I don't really know her, I
only know her name
No. NO. NOOOOOO!!!! WHAT?! You
don't really know her? You only know her name?! But ... then ... how do you ...
how can you ... is her name Cruella DeVille? Kimberly Heartripper? Jennifer
freaking Aniston? Agggghhhh Phil Collins how did you survive the Alamo I
don't like you anymore. I am going to give your coffee-table book a
one-star review on Amazon.
But she crawls under your
skin, you're never quite the same, and now I know
She's got something you just can't trust
It's something mysterious
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her
What. Is. Going. On. First of all, a bit
of an overload of creepy internal-organ-mangling metaphors with "grabs
right hold of your heart," "slowly tears you apart," and
"crawls under your skin." And, once again, how can you know this?!
Now you know you can't trust her? You don't even know her!! You just said that.
You just said it!
She seems to have an
invisible touch yeah
She reaches in, grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart
She don't like losing, to
her it's still a game
Though she'll mess up your life, you'll want her just the same, now I know
She has a built in ability
To take everything she sees
And now it seems I've fallen, fallen for her.
She seems to have an
invisible touch yeah
She reaches in, grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart
This song is so frustrating
because without that one line, the lyrics are actually pretty decent. So how do
we explain away the insane notion that he doesn't know this woman (only knows
her name) and yet can describe with certainty, in very graphic and gory detail,
what she will do to him?
Theory A: Phil Collins is actually describing a
certain "type" of woman, and he has had this experience before with
someone else, and somehow can recognize just by seeing this woman and learning
her name that she will manipulate him and break his heart? This would be a
super arrogant/delusional claim. Verdict: Bad lyrics!
Theory B: Phil Collins is saying that despite them
having all these experiences together, he still doesn't really know her
in any meaningful way. This would be a plausible reading, and tie the song
together, except for the part about only knowing her name, which pretty
clearly indicates he doesn't actually know her at all. Verdict: Bad lyrics!
Theory C: Phil Collins never left The
Alamo. The woman in this song is the wild frontier of the West and the
tantalizing lands held by Mexico, the speaker America. Although he understands
that Manifest Destiny is an inherently flawed concept that will only lead to an
unquenchable thirst for new land, new frontiers, and an expansion of the
country's sphere of influence, resulting in misadventures overseas and
senseless loss of life, slowly tearing the country apart, messing up people's
lives, even though we thought nothing, nothing could go wrong, we were always
just waiting, waiting here so long for that great destiny to be fulfilled, yet,
yet, that invisible touch, the pull of the unknown, is too powerful to resist.
That would be pretty cool. So either Phil Collins wrote one bad lyric
once, or he is actually John W. Smith and cannot escape his
fortress-defending, raccoon-wearing past. You decide, dear reader!
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