| hard to explain |
| i dont see it that way we shared some ideas all obsessed with fame says we're all the same oh i dont see it that way i dont see it that way |
| No not really�this song is fucking ace. I think its one of the first songs I heard by them (either that or New York City Cops, I can�t remember) and I tell ya that so very 80�s and tight and electronic drum sequence opening gets me every time. But it isn�t actually a drum machine�it�s the curly man himself, Fab! He holds it so phenomenaly tight, its like david bowie�s pants... It�s tight and slow and tense and loose at the same time. The only way I can describe this is like really annoying sex. It�s intense and kinda relaxed and sexy and sleazy and the riff�s are like pounding away at you the whole way through the song, bringing you to this rock and roll orgasm. And then by the time you�re so totally into it, they just stop with that �it�s hard to explain� and it�s like they�ve just pulled out right before climax and you just feel like screaming �god dammit!!!!��..that was soooo good� its like this amazing frustration and tension released in this weird and satisfying way. It�s the perfect example of Nick saying that their music is about �tension, tension., tension �and then release.� Good god. The lyrics in this are wicked also, it�s moody and sexy and angry and indifferent and confused and crazy and I love it. Hard to Explain Was an honest man Asked me for the phone Tried to take control Oh, I don't see it that way I don't see it that way Oh, we shared some ideas All obsessed with fame Says we're all the same Oh, I don't see it that way I don't see it that way Raised in Carolina "I'm not like that" Trying to remind her When we go back I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train I try but you see, it's hard to explain I say the right things, but act the wrong way I like it right here, but I cannot stay I watch the TV; forget what I'm told Well, I am too young, and they are too old The joke is on you, this place is a zoo "You're right it's true" Says he can't decide I shake my head to say Everything's just great Oh, I just can't remember I just can't remember Raised in Carolina, she says: " I'm not like that" Trying to remind her When we go back I say the right things but act the wrong way I like it right here but I cannot stay I watch the TV; forget what I'm told Well, I am too young, and they are too old Oh, man, can't you see I'm nervous, so please Pretend to be nice, so I can be mean I miss the last bus, we take the next train I try but you see, it's hard to explain |
| but act the wrong way i like it right here but i cannot stay i watch the tv forget what i'm told well i am too young and they are too old |