Romantic Duet
Added 2020-05-11 01:19:31 +0000 UTCHere's a regrettable relic from 2001 which utilizes a digital voice-changer box and a cassette deck with the ability to play backwards.
Since Sven's part is played in reverse, I realize it may be incomprehensible to some (all?) so here's the lyrics.
Sven: Your love is like a flower blooming in the sun. It's colorful and smells quite nice, and looks like lots of fun - but your roots are in the dirt nevertheless, so I must confess: I don't think you're worth it.
Delilah: Your love is like a burger cooking on a grill. It's hot and juicy, appetizing, seems like quite a thrill. But your buns are stale; the meat is mostly fat. So, because of that, I don't think you're worth it.
Sven: You could try to stoke the flame.
Delilah: You could water my flower.
Both: The passion would resume for maybe an hour. We've gone beyond the stage where we can fool ourselves, or even care, because we're just not worth it.
Comments
We're all full of mysterious yearnings. Just a few days ago I was walking past the derelict garment factory here in town - I've passed it dozens of times but this time the sunlight or the temperature or something was just right, and I was overwhelmed by a wave of nostalgia for a day long past, which I barely even remember: Just a feeling of being small, dusty, and quietly bored near a cinder block wall with ramshackle tin siding, a gravel parking lot with a few sparse weeds, and the smell of engine fluids. It's an indescribable emotion; I almost cried, but it would have seemed crazy to stand there weeping next to an ugly industrial building, so I kept moving.
2020-05-12 16:51:54 +0000 UTCI never knew I had a secret desire to hear touching, retro paeans to feelings long past, sung by the Svinnish cousin of David Lynch's Man From Another Place. But apparently I did, and you have provided admirably for this unvoiced, unrealized desire of mine. Bless you.
Justin Carpenter
2020-05-12 02:40:26 +0000 UTC
