There is nothing like getting to the last mile of a tough 10-mile run and having this song hit my ears — I love it! It’s one of my favorites from Cap’n Swing. But those lyrics? HELP! This has been the hardest song for me to translate (which is why I saved it for last – haha!). It’s even worse because you think you hear things but it doesn’t make sense, and because Ric is Ric you can’t even say, “He would never write that…” He would write anything! Haha! So yes, I need help. Please feel free to take a listen and let me know what you hear. And please, don’t miss Benjamin’s amazing background vocals on the third and fourth verses… oh my!
City Lights by Cap’n Swing
City lights, swinging scenes and money machines
Well, they’ll drain you from the pain
Yeah, oh, I’m singing at the Sea Stars on the slippery boulevard
You see there’s something wrong, there’s always something wrong
You do see there’s something wrong, (that’s right) there’s always something wrong
Huge arms???
Well I was given the come on, and I was paid with dead lights
And I was feeling like dynamite
I was pulling a look tonight
I can’t see my reflection, I can’t hear your rejection, I can’t feel your reception, I can’t hear your rejection
For one thing, there’s always something wrong, I gotta fix it up; there’s always something wrong, I gotta fix it, fix this.
You had to frown at the picture
You had a telephone romance
You had a suit that was made of stone
And you had it coming in love pants
You had it tucked in a black box you pulled it out for your sister
You hear the dial, it went vroom vroom
You closed your eyes and you kissed her
You better open your crystal eyes, you better open your crystal eyes
You better open your crystal eyes, you better open your crystal eyes
Well I was dancing on sunsets and you golden girls with your shirts wet
Rockabilly, I’ll take chain
We were just sitting around in the silver rain
The war, it was crashing on TV
And television at CB’s
And I said, everybody was so high, everybody was so high, everybody was so high, everybody was so high
You say you want to get out of here
With your big fingers and ginger peel (??? appeal)
I think those kids would pop a tear
Everything ain’t too clear
I said, you know there’s not much I’m willing to think
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I don’t know how you feelin’ but
I know you feel so… so fine
Superior contributors to the lifespan of etheria
Some mutants, they work… ???
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You better open your crystal eyes, you better open your crystal eyes
You better open your crystal eyes, you better open your crystal eyes
You know I just can’t hear your symphony, and I can’t look at your tragedy, I can’t sing to your harmony; I can’t even see your pornography. I can’t even relate to your artistry, that’s pretty bad
I just want to be set free
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After giving this a few listens, I didn’t fare any better than you. I respect the fact you wrestled this much out!
Perhaps some things aren’t meant to be known. 😀
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But.. but… I must sing along! Haha!
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Have you asked Elliot?
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Naw, I wouldn’t waste his time on this. I’ll save up for when I have something really good to ask! Haha! 😉
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