Monday, September 13, 2010

Tonight is the Night I Fell Asleep at the Wheel

Epic and grim is this charming waltz from the Barenaked Ladies:

2 comments:

Hawley said...

"You're the last thing on my mind"? Zow. That's ambiguous. It could be romantic -

"With my dying breath I speak your name." -

or totally callous -

"Ciao baby, and good riddance. I'm just sorry I didn't do this before."

So tell me, Ignominion, how do you read this one?

Ignominion said...

I see a third option: it's wryly apologetic for failing to consider his belov'd in this his final hour. A sort of final "sorry" for his anhedonia?