the best songs you can’t sing out loud
Why is it that two of the best songs of 2008 have the worst lyrics?
First, there’s Human, by The Killers. It sounds great, but what sort of crap is a chorus that asks, “Are we human? / Or are we dancer?”
That’s right — not even “dancers”, plural. Just “dancer.”
The first few times the Wife and I heard that one on the radio, we tried to explain it away. Surely, we’re just hearing it wrong, we said. They must be saying something else — like “Are we human … something something… cancer?” “Answer?” “Prancer?” “Ants, sir?”
I heard somewhere that human/dancer question has something to do with the late Hunter S. Thompson. But that doesn’t make it any better. You still don’t want to be caught singing along when you hear it at Starbucks — and yet, you so know you want to sing along.
And then there’s James, who are back together after an excruciatingly long hiatus to make Hey Ma, one of the best albums of 2008. The title track sounds like another one of the fun anthems James is often known for. So you start singing along. And then you realize it’s a protest song, which is fine because, hey, you like a good protest song….
And then you realize you’re at a stoplight with the windows rolled down and you’re shouting along to the chorus that goes: “Hey, ma, the boys’ in body bags / coming home in pieces.”
Come on! You’ve just guaranteed that the song won’t ever get any radio time.
Oh well, I guess I’ll go check out that new Christmas album by the Tourettes Support Group Singers now. I hear their version of Silent Night is sublime.




