| hard to explain |
| i dont see it that way we shared some ideas all obsessed with fame says we're all the same oh i dont see it that way i dont see it that way |
| No not really…this song is fucking ace. I think its one of the first songs I heard by them (either that or New York City Cops, I can’t remember) and I tell ya that so very 80’s and tight and electronic drum sequence opening gets me every time. But it isn’t actually a drum machine…it’s the curly man himself, Fab! He holds it so phenomenaly tight, its like david bowie’s pants... It’s tight and slow and tense and loose at the same time. The only way I can describe this is like really annoying sex. It’s intense and kinda relaxed and sexy and sleazy and the riff’s are like pounding away at you the whole way through the song, bringing you to this rock and roll orgasm. And then by the time you’re so totally into it, they just stop with that “it’s hard to explain” and it’s like they’ve just pulled out right before climax and you just feel like screaming “god dammit!!!!……..that was soooo good” its like this amazing frustration and tension released in this weird and satisfying way. It’s the perfect example of Nick saying that their music is about “tension, tension., tension …and then release.” Good god. The lyrics in this are wicked also, it’s moody and sexy and angry and indifferent and confused and crazy and I love it. Hard to Explain Was an honest man Asked me for the phone Tried to take control Oh, I don't see it that way I don't see it that way Oh, we shared some ideas All obsessed with fame Says we're all the same Oh, I don't see it that way I don't see it that way Raised in Carolina "I'm not like that" Trying to remind her When we go back I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train I try but you see, it's hard to explain I say the right things, but act the wrong way I like it right here, but I cannot stay I watch the TV; forget what I'm told Well, I am too young, and they are too old The joke is on you, this place is a zoo "You're right it's true" Says he can't decide I shake my head to say Everything's just great Oh, I just can't remember I just can't remember Raised in Carolina, she says: " I'm not like that" Trying to remind her When we go back I say the right things but act the wrong way I like it right here but I cannot stay I watch the TV; forget what I'm told Well, I am too young, and they are too old Oh, man, can't you see I'm nervous, so please Pretend to be nice, so I can be mean I miss the last bus, we take the next train I try but you see, it's hard to explain |
| but act the wrong way i like it right here but i cannot stay i watch the tv forget what i'm told well i am too young and they are too old |