The Lady's Comprehensive Guide to Sparks

ladyislingering · 04-09-2015, 05:56 PM

I didn't mean to leave this thread hanging for three days - stuff just came up; close friends needed my care and consolation more than I needed to write. However, there's some good news - this post is a three-in-one, so brace yourselves.

Last time you indulged yourself in the gloriously bizarre welcoming of a song about incest. It's my personal opinion that this next track is about being slightly dissatisfied with your sexual partner. Treat yourself to a clumsy, whimsical melody.

"Roger"

Here are the lyrics so you can follow along.

Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW:

"High C" is one of my favorite tracks from Sparks' debut album. The lyrics suggest that the protagonist is a dedicated fanboy who's come to put his favorite opera singer back into the spotlight. Harley's drumming is top-notch on this track.

Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW:

"Fletcher Honorama" is another one of my personal favorites. It's remarkably different from the other tracks on the record, echoing Pink Floyd in terms of atmosphere, with the psychedelic feel of The Doors and the hypnotic vocal stylings of ours truly, Russell Mael.

Perhaps a song about a man who's last dying wish is to be famous?

Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW:

Until next time.

04-09-2015, 05:56 PM	#10 (permalink)
ladyislingering Maelian Join Date: Apr 2012 Location: Seattle Posts: 695	I didn't mean to leave this thread hanging for three days - stuff just came up; close friends needed my care and consolation more than I needed to write. However, there's some good news - this post is a three-in-one, so brace yourselves. Last time you indulged yourself in the gloriously bizarre welcoming of a song about incest. It's my personal opinion that this next track is about being slightly dissatisfied with your sexual partner. Treat yourself to a clumsy, whimsical melody. "Roger" Here are the lyrics so you can follow along. Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW: I'm picking up where I once left off in the search for a justified balance between the wealth that I have now and the wealth that they all want to have Let's ask Roger if he knows what I mean Roger, Roger, let's take your Sue How does she do it Roger, how does she do it, Roger? Roger, Roger, has Sue got the balance right for you, Roger, I ask you Roger, has she got the balance right for you? Has she got it, has she got it? Roger, Roger, Roger, Roger "High C" is one of my favorite tracks from Sparks' debut album. The lyrics suggest that the protagonist is a dedicated fanboy who's come to put his favorite opera singer back into the spotlight. Harley's drumming is top-notch on this track. Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW: A picket fence, I leaped it Through your screen door, I gotta meet you High C up and High C down Since you left the opera you just frown a lot and mumble, "I'm humble." Press clippings hang from torn wallpaper A dust covered phone, no one would ring her High C up and High C down Since you left the opera you just frown a lot and you tell me Tell me of the times when you were so big in Vienna And the people paid good money just to hear you in your splendor But that's all over now That's all over now Limited tastes, I wish I could help you A rock-headed lad, I have got to help you High C up and High C down Since you left the opera you just frown a lot and mumble, "I'm humble." Come on home with me and will sing our little hearts out We will hit High C or maybe somewhere thereabouts "Fletcher Honorama" is another one of my personal favorites. It's remarkably different from the other tracks on the record, echoing Pink Floyd in terms of atmosphere, with the psychedelic feel of The Doors and the hypnotic vocal stylings of ours truly, Russell Mael. Perhaps a song about a man who's last dying wish is to be famous? Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW: Fletcher Honorama won't you rally 'round the man who's on a limb? Sing the songs that please him very softly while we jolt him with a hymn Please, go easy now with him Because this is his final whim So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn Fletcher Honorama shall we justify the eighty Junes you've seen? Since that might be stretching things we'll merely sing the songs that made you scream Please, go easy now with him Because this is his final whim So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn Intakes and mistakes and lunch pails and headaches were willed to your one living twin I think that maybe you should have kept half of them, after all you worked for them After all you worked for them Telecast in fifty states and brought to you by Anti-Wrinkle Dew That's Fletcher Honorama see the world now from a different point of view You, go easy now with him Because this is his final whim So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn Until next time. __________________ You and I, We were born to die.