From: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org (good-noise-digest) To: good-noise-digest@smoe.org Subject: good-noise-digest V3 #110 Reply-To: good-noise@smoe.org Sender: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk good-noise-digest Friday, November 10 2000 Volume 03 : Number 110 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: Cheap Analysis [Greg Steele ] Re: Cheap Analysis [Matthew Bester ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 09 Nov 2000 07:42:52 -0500 From: Greg Steele Subject: Re: Cheap Analysis Wayne Renardson wrote: > > More ramblings and cheap analysis: > And those ruffled shits... Typographical error? Or Freudian slip? You decide :-) > But that is not Gorka's point. You see, he observes the shirts were > ALL ordered from a mail catalogue...they were all the same. No > attitude here. All cut from the same bolt of cloth. A desire to be > just like the others...to fit in. Very reminiscent of the Beatles' "Piggies" by George Harrison: "Have you seen the bigger piggies in their starched white shirts? You will find the bigger piggies stirring up the dirt Always have clean shirts, to play around in" > ...The cloven hooves of the satyr? Goats also have cloven hooves.... Of course, so do PIGS :-) > The satyr is most often associated with the Greek spirits of the > woods and mountains who derived from the Roman god Faunus their goat- > like features: hairy legs and hooves, tails, bearded faces, and > horns. The beasts are considered lazy and lecherous, spending their > free time drinking and chasing Nymphs. Sounds more like some males I > know :) Another reason to believe that the analogy here to the goat (or satyr) to be less likely. > Moving to the bridge, Gorka concludes after a few games, apple > bobbing, it will all turn to scrapple, which is a mixture of ground > pork and cornmeal set in a mold and usually fried. Just 'another > packaged, processed food' with nothing to distinguish it from, well, > scrapple. Again from "Piggies": "Everywhere there's lot of piggies, living piggy lives You can see them out for dinner, with their piggy wives Clutching forks and knives, to eat their bacon..." This song, a little more mean-spirited perhaps, describes these piggies as in fact cannibals, feeding on one another. However, maybe John is perhaps looking at these unsuspecting characters as pitiable, enjoying one last night of ignorant bliss before being sent into the meatgrinder that is the working world... In the end, I'm inclined to see the John's song as more an amusing exercise in metaphor up-ending and plays on words, something he seems to enjoy doing: A red hand in the cookie jar - Jailbirds in the Big House And I swear to you that this story is true I heard it right from her (horse's) mouth - Flying Red Horse A heatless low head of esteem - Carnival Knowledge Bred for the occasion but I didn't rise - January Floor Life is a pair of ducks (paradox) Who are heading south - and: No, I'm not sick this time I'm just bored of health - Can't Make Up My Mind > PS: Thanks to Greg Steele for transcribing the lyrics. No problemo, thanks for the thanks :-) ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 9 Nov 2000 05:53:36 -0800 (PST) From: Matthew Bester Subject: Re: Cheap Analysis I'll side with those who think Promnight in Pigtown is simply an exercise in writing an amusing song and having fun with the language. As for the plays on words, I would also add, "Bred for the occassion, but I didn't rise." - Jan. Floor "Pittsburgh has the Steelers, and the Pirates, and the thieves." - Grand Larceny I'm sure there are more... Quoting Greg Steele : > Wayne Renardson wrote: > > > > More ramblings and cheap analysis: > > > And those ruffled shits... > > Typographical error? Or Freudian slip? You decide :-) > > > But that is not Gorka's point. You see, he observes the shirts were > > ALL ordered from a mail catalogue...they were all the same. No > > attitude here. All cut from the same bolt of cloth. A desire to be > > just like the others...to fit in. > > Very reminiscent of the Beatles' "Piggies" by George Harrison: > > "Have you seen the bigger piggies in their starched white shirts? > You will find the bigger piggies stirring up the dirt > Always have clean shirts, to play around in" > > > ...The cloven hooves of the satyr? Goats also have cloven hooves.... > > Of course, so do PIGS :-) > > > The satyr is most often associated with the Greek spirits of the > > woods and mountains who derived from the Roman god Faunus their goat- > > like features: hairy legs and hooves, tails, bearded faces, and > > horns. The beasts are considered lazy and lecherous, spending their > > free time drinking and chasing Nymphs. Sounds more like some males I > > know :) > > Another reason to believe that the analogy here to the goat (or satyr) to > be > less likely. > > > Moving to the bridge, Gorka concludes after a few games, apple > > bobbing, it will all turn to scrapple, which is a mixture of ground > > pork and cornmeal set in a mold and usually fried. Just 'another > > packaged, processed food' with nothing to distinguish it from, well, > > scrapple. > > Again from "Piggies": > "Everywhere there's lot of piggies, living piggy lives > You can see them out for dinner, with their piggy wives > Clutching forks and knives, to eat their bacon..." > > This song, a little more mean-spirited perhaps, describes these piggies as > in > fact cannibals, feeding on one another. However, maybe John is perhaps > looking > at these unsuspecting characters as pitiable, enjoying one last night of > ignorant bliss before being sent into the meatgrinder that is the working > world... > > In the end, I'm inclined to see the John's song as more an amusing exercise > in > metaphor up-ending and plays on words, something he seems to enjoy doing: > > A red hand in the cookie jar - Jailbirds in the Big House > > And I swear to you that this story is true > I heard it right from her (horse's) mouth - Flying Red Horse > > A heatless low head of esteem - Carnival Knowledge > > Bred for the occasion but I didn't rise - January Floor > > Life is a pair of ducks (paradox) > Who are heading south - and: > > No, I'm not sick this time > I'm just bored of health - Can't Make Up My Mind > > > PS: Thanks to Greg Steele for transcribing the lyrics. > > No problemo, thanks for the thanks :-) > - ------------------------------------------------- Created by Zkey.com - http://www.zkey.com Awarded PCMagazine's Editors' Choice ------------------------------ End of good-noise-digest V3 #110 ********************************