So Sign O’ The Times is just a staggering album. This is 1987 and the album starts with the lyric: “In France a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name.” Holy. Fuck.
And then this song, besides being just gorgeous, has such amazing lyrics: “If I was your girlfriend, would you let me dress you? I mean, help you pick out your clothes before we go out. Not that you’re helpless. But sometimes, sometimes, those are the things that being in love’s about.”
More killer opening lines: “I guess you know me well, I don’t like winter. But I seem to get a kick out of doing you cold.”
There are so many amazing songs on this album that it blows my mind. It’s perfect.
I listened to Daydream Nation so many times that I completely wore out the CD. I just heard Rob Tannenbaum talking about how people unfairly dismiss the 80s as a decade of terrible music. This album alone proves that’s not true.
I listened to Tool when I was a bitter, angry teenager and I spent many years poring over their lyrics on toolshed.down.net and collecting all of their songs and videos over a dial-up connection. While I wouldn’t put on a Tool album now, there is one song that I should recognize because it was very important to me and helped me come to terms with my abuse. This song, to me, is about fantasies people have to inflict abuse on their abusers as revenge. I would lie in bed and listen to this song and dream about what I wanted to do to him. It’s also about someone continuing the cycle of abuse, directing it not just at their abuser but also at an innocent victim. I would worry about that constantly after hearing people say that those who get abused are most likely to abuse others. I’d listen to this and think about the lyrics, almost like a mantra in meditation until I had convinced myself that I would never do something like that to anyone.