Oh 2021

Thus far, not looking great.

Thus I shall recommence with the blogging!

Robert Farley pointed out that the Monkee’s song, “Daydream believer” is actually a dark piece about a dissolving, shallow, materialistic marriage:

It’s not clear from the lyrics:

Oh, I could hide ‘neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings
The six o’clock alarm would never ring
But it rings, and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shavin’ razor’s cold and it stings

Cheer up, sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed
Now, you know how happy I can be
Whoa, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend
But how much, baby, do we really need

(OMG…the code block editor is unmitigated garbage…JUST LET ME HAVE A BLOCKQUOTE!!!!)

I mean:

Stewart was beginning to explore a more personal side to his writing when the Kingston Trio disbanded in 1967. In a 2006 interview, he recalled that he envisioned “Daydream Believer” as “part of a suburbia trilogy” that focused on the growing distance in a couple’s marriage. Its comparatively serious subject matter and its setting echoed “Pleasant Valley Sunday.”

The song’s oblique lyrics focused on the endgame of a comfy but increasingly distant relationship. The narrator is caught in mid-gaze before the bathroom mirror, reflecting on the quiet dissolution of his materialistic marriage – a union between “a daydream believer and a homecoming queen,” now curdled and (as originally written) “funky,” driven more by money than by romance.

It was surprisingly mature subject matter for ‘60s pop consumption, but the tune’s blissfully melodic, irresistible chorus screamed “major hit potential,” and overrode the vaguely sketched darkness at its narrative

Oblique is fucking right! It needs a third verse at least. The last verse line suggests a non materialistic relationship or hopes of one!

Perhaps something like:

It turns out we need lots
More than each of us will give
And it is the money not our love
No, there’s more to life and love
Than the emptiness of us
A facade cannot hide wood that rots

Ok, that’s just overt!

I listen to a song
That was ours and was all wrong
Promises we broke before they were even made
The razor’s work is done
Off to ride the train again
And to dream of bluebirds singing all day long

Then the last chorus could shift to:

Good bye, sleepy Jean
Don’t know what it’ll mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

I think there still loads of ambiguity, but it’s not utterly obscure.

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