tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367859846495854541.post9046525574480309900..comments2008-02-20T05:15:16.085-05:00Inverarityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09838650110847975337noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367859846495854541.post-79244393539826754912008-02-20T05:15:00.000-05:002008-02-20T05:15:00.000-05:00I am definitely feeling the single high pitched piano being repeated in the coda.Dylan Hnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367859846495854541.post-84801519060075550402008-01-29T09:28:00.000-05:002008-01-29T09:28:00.000-05:00Uncomfortable, yeah. The rhymes are <I>so</I> half-assed and lazy that I can't help thinking it's a goof; but like much of <I>BlackAcetate</I>—"Mailman (The Lying Song)" being the most obvious example—he sets out to fuck with audience expectations in a malicious way. There are jokes aplenty, but the jokes (to borrow Malcolm McLaren's phrase) incriminate the audience. <BR/><BR/>From any other artist, it would come off as a fat, calculated "FUCK YOU" to the fans. For Cale fans, though, the perversity is part of the appeal. and he knows that. And knowing that, he plays with the notion.<BR/><BR/>It's the chuckle near the beginning that gets me. Malevolent, no doubt. But who is he laughing at? Himself? Or us?Jack Feerickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06957899718721006732noreply@blogger.com