{"id":24,"date":"2016-08-14T03:00:29","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T07:00:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.suitcasefullofdimes.com\/blog\/?p=24"},"modified":"2016-07-03T03:03:00","modified_gmt":"2016-07-03T07:03:00","slug":"lyric-of-the-week-plus-ones-okkervil-river","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.suitcasefullofdimes.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/14\/lyric-of-the-week-plus-ones-okkervil-river\/","title":{"rendered":"Lyric of the Week: Plus Ones (Okkervil River)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Lyric<\/a>This week’s song is just the sort of song that makes me think clever-turn-of-phrase<\/em>. Its clever referencing of famous songs featuring numbers reminds of the way songs like Reunion<\/strong>‘s Life Is a Rock (But the Radio Rolled Me)<\/em><\/a> and Don McLean<\/a>‘s American Pie<\/em><\/a> referenced other artists.<\/p>\n

Enjoy Plus Ones<\/em><\/a> by Okkervil River<\/a>.<\/p>\n

No one wants to hear about your ninety-seventh tear, <\/em>
\nso dry your eyes or let it go uncried, my dear. <\/em>
\nI am all out of love to mouth into your ear, <\/em>
\nand not above letting a love song disappear <\/em>
\nbefore it’s written. <\/em><\/p>\n

And no one wants a tune about the hundredth luftballoon <\/em>
\nthat was seen shooting from the window of your room, <\/em>
\nto be a spot against the sky’s colossal gloom <\/em>
\nand land, deflated, in some neighbor state that’s strewn <\/em>
\nwith ninety-nine others.<\/em><\/p>\n

Eight Chinese brothers; <\/em>
\nwell, there’s a reason why the last is smiling wide <\/em>
\nand sitting higher than the others, <\/em>
\nswinging his arms.<\/em><\/p>\n

You would probably die before you shot up nine miles high, <\/em>
\nyour eyes dilated as light plays upon the sight <\/em>
\nof TVC16 as it sings you goodnight. <\/em>
\nRelaxed as hell and locked up in cell 45, <\/em>
\nI hope you’re feeling better.<\/em>
\nThe fifty-first way to leave your lover, <\/em>
\nadmittedly, doesn’t seem to be <\/em>
\nas gentle or as clean as all the others, <\/em>
\nleaving its scars.<\/em><\/p>\n

All in the after hours of some Greenpoint bar, <\/em>
\nI told you I can’t listen, baby, about the fourth time you were a lady, <\/em>
\nand how your forthrightness betrayed a secret shyness, <\/em>
\nstripped away by days of being hailed as “Your Highness.” <\/em>
\nAnd what’s new, pussycat, is that you were once a lioness; <\/em>
\nthey cut your claws out. <\/em><\/p>\n

Kitten, not everyone’s keen on lighting candle seventeen. <\/em>
\nThe party’s done. The cake’s all gone. The plates are clean. <\/em>
\nThe chauffeur’s leering from the cheerless mezzanine. <\/em>
\nAnd, in just one year, the straight world can pay to see <\/em>
\nwhat they’ve been missing. <\/em><\/p>\n

You were caught kissing eight Chinese brothers, <\/em>
\nbut there’s a reason why the last is smiling wide and sitting higher than the others, <\/em>
\nstinking with charm. <\/em><\/p>\n

And he says, “Lets get lost, let them send out alarms.”<\/em>
\nHe says, “Let’s get crossed out and come to harm”
\n“Lets make the world’s stupidest stand and truly mean it
\nLet’s hit the limit of loss over lover’s arms
\nNo, lets exceed it”<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

If you have a favorite song that features entertaining lyrics which you’d like to see featured as a Lyric of the Week<\/strong>, drop me a line in the comments (or email me at ed@suitcasefullofdimes.com<\/a>) and tell me what you find special about the song.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This week’s song is just the sort of song that makes me think clever-turn-of-phrase. Its clever referencing of famous songs featuring numbers reminds of the way songs like Reunion‘s Life Is a Rock (But the Radio Rolled Me) and Don McLean‘s American Pie referenced other artists. Enjoy Plus Ones by Okkervil River. No one wants … Continue reading Lyric of the Week: Plus Ones (Okkervil River)<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lyric-of-the-week"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7F88I-o","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.suitcasefullofdimes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.suitcasefullofdimes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.suitcasefullofdimes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.suitcasefullofdimes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.suitcasefullofdimes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.suitcasefullofdimes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.suitcasefullofdimes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.suitcasefullofdimes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.suitcasefullofdimes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}