I like bells and songs about bells. I just heard the New Pornographers’ Testament To Youth In Verse:
The final refrain expresses something about how I feel these days:
The bells ring
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…
The repeating “no”s are…less broken than the ones that might come more naturally.
Probably my favourite is Mike Doughty’s I hear the bells which is musical and lyric glory from start to finish:
Mike does a lot of cool things with piano as a rhythm instruments, which is particularly showcased here.
The chorus is sublime:
I can hear the bells are ringing joyful and triumphant and
It’s just the one line, repeated, but I do hear those bells.
One fun think is the mixture of the elevated and the quotidian. Consider the second verse:
I hear the bells; they are like emeralds, and
Glints in the night; commas and ampersands.
Your moony face; so inaccessible.
Your inner mind; so inexpressible.
“emeralds, and” rhymed with “ampersands”!!!! That’s just amazing to me. The last verse begins with a very me bit of word play:
You snooze, you lose.
Well I have snozed and lost.
The incorrect regularity of “snozed” is something I’ve enjoyed since I was a kid.
[I had a bunch more, but am weak, and deleted it.]