Author: Paganizer
Date: 06-13-11 05:35
Zep are freaking hilarious. Sometimes intentionally and sometimes not so much.
OK;actually, it was just Plant. He really didn't come up with much that was original. Mostly sex metaphors and blues phrases retread.
"Mellow is the mind"
Mellow is the man
"Where's that confounded bridge?"
As an intentional spoof of James Brown - supposed humorous. "Take it to the bridge. Haah! Hehh! Haoow! Take it to the bridge. Take it to the bridge. Un-hunhh. hehhh!!! Haooww!"
Swept New York a glancing kiss.
To those who claim they know,
Below the streets that steam and hiss, the devil's in his hold
Really Robert? The steam coming from those manhole covers isn't just...steam?
Yours is the cloth
mine is the hand that sews time
His is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire and all warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind
Maybe in '69. But in '79?
^Weird verboseness >
How keen the storied hunter's eye prevails upon the land
to seek the unsuspecting and the weak
and powerless the fabled sat too smug to lift a hand
toward the foe that threatened them from the deep
Who cares to dry the cheeks of those who saddened stand
adrift upon a sea of futile speech
and throw the bane and make a stage as planned
There's no fair memory we cannot reach
Touched by the timely callin', roused from the keeper's sleep
Release the grip, throw down the key
Held now within the knowing, rest now within the beat
Take of the fruit but guard the seed
WTF?? Did Robert cop Peart?
I always thought this line was funny:
Down by the seaside, see the boats go sailing
Can the people hear what the little fish are saying?
It is the springtime of my loving
The second season I am to know
What was the first season, the winter of your eating?
Intentionally funny:
Sex with black woman is (or was) a euphemism tradition in roots rock:
Oh, baby, it ain't the wrapping that sells the goods
got a sweet tooth, but my mouth is full
Yeah! chocolate bite! Yeah!
Well, baby, ya sting like a bee
I like your honey and it sure likes me
I got my spoon inside your jar
Or just calling married pussy "pie" (albeit "custard" is kinda gross)
When you see me coming mama, throw your man out t'door
I ain't no stranger, been this way before
Your custard pie is sweet and nice
When you cut it, mama, save me a slice
I'm chewing a piece of your custard pie
Drop down
The songs about groupies were humorous, especially when Robert's drug use meant he couldn't perform:
You said I was your one and only, with my lemon in your hand
Uh-oh
But exhibition is your habit, emotion's second-hand
Had to pull away to save me
Well, maybe next time around
And she said, "Doncha want cocaine?"
"Hadn't planned to..."
Your wine and roses ain't quite over
To fame, it deals a losing hand
And I said, "Didn't mean to fluff it!"
When you blow it, babe, you got to blow it right
Baby, if you fake it, fake with all your might
With the fine lines of the crystal pane through your nose
And when they couldn't resist ya
I said, "Just go with the flow"
And now your stage is empty
Pull down the curtain
Please, fold up your show
Not sure if sex with the underaged groupies is funny by today's standards though:
One day soon you're gonna reach sixteen
Painted lady in the city of lights
Said ya dug me since ya were thirteen
then you giggled as you heaved and sighed
But if you can't joke about groupies when yr in a 70s band...
Silent woman, in the night you came
Took my seed from my shaking frame
Same old fire, another flame
And the wheel rolls on...
Or just singing about an orgasm.
It starts out like a murmur, and then it grows like thunder
'till it bursts inside of you
Try and hold it steady...wait until you're ready...any second now will do
And supposedly JPJ never quite saw the humor when Robert laid down vox that referenced JPJ's accidentally picking up a trans in New Orleans
Whiskers!
New Orleans queens sure know how to shmooze it
Maybe for some that seems alright
But when I step out and strut down with my sugar
She better not talk like Barry White
There's also the obligatory going-downtown-to-cop that's funny in light of the era and the admitted results
The corner of Bleeker and "nowhere", in the land of not-quite-day
Shiver ran down my backbone, face in the mirror turned gray
So I looked around to hitchup a reindeer
Searching hard, trying to brighten the day
I turned around to look for the snow-man
To my surprise he'd melted away
Post Edited (07-02-11 14:04)
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