Windmill Tilter

Here is a new feature on the world famous Mayberry Machiavelli blog. Lyric blogging. It's in the tradition of irreverent {Blank} blogging sweeping the internets, started by Atrios and his Friday Cat Blogging. I will not have a day, but it will happen when the inspiration hits me. Competent lyric writing is a skill I admire above most. This will never include Linkin Park, Staind, Limp Bizkit or any of those manly rockers who write lyrics which are so literal and sentimental that only a 14-year-old girl or a drunk fratboy who isn't listening to the lyrics anyway except when the part comes around in the hook which tells them to jump or scream or break things but when he's alone in his dorm room and he listens to the lyrics they appeal to him because he's also just so mad at the hot girl who doesn't want to do what he wants so he thinks he can push her or scream at her when no one is looking but that's ok because his immature emotions are validated by what passes for platinum-selling lyrics nowadays. Anyway, this song is a great example of lyric literalism that works. Some just get it way before some others (me) do. By the way, this song is on Yield which was released in February, 1998.