Private Eyes
So here I am, once again strolling down my musical memory lane. Remembering my high school cruising days with Renee, a really loud radio, and an obsession for singing Hall & Oates songs (cuz they were really easy to harmonize to). And, suddenly, I realized. Hall & Oates, man, they were philosophical geniuses. Allow me to share the incredible lyrics of "Private Eyes" that will forever effect/affect my life - and still have so much meaning even today:
I see you, you see me
Watch you blowin’ the lines when you’re making a scene
Oh girl, you’ve got to know
What my head overlooks
The senses will show to my heart
When it’s watching for lies
You can’t escape my
Private eyes
They’re watching you
They see your every move
Private eyes
They’re watching you
Private eyes
They’re watching you watching you watching you watching you
You play with words you play with love
You can twist it around baby that ain’t enough
Cause girl I’m gonna know
If you’re letting me in or letting me go
Don’t lie when you’re hurting inside’cause you can’t escape my
Private eyes
They’re watching you
They see your every move
Private eyes
They’re watching you
Private eyes
They’re watching you watching you watching you watching you
Why you try to put up a front for me
I’m a spy but on your side you see
Slip on, into any disguise
I’ll still know you
Look into my private eyes
*sigh* You just can't argue with greatness like that. Too bad Kahlil Gibran didn't know how to write with such emotion, warmth and finesse.
posted by The Warbler | 11/15/2005 09:06:00 PM
7 Comments:
Reminds me of Arlo Guthrie and his Alice's Restaurant song that went on for like 25 minutes - "Come on folks, one more time, with FEELIN'!"
Well Thanksgiving is coming and I just can't do it without hearing the song or butchering it myself on my guitar while I croak like a toad. My best to all of you on the upcoming T-Bird Day.
As to Private Eyes, that was a little more complicated than a 4-bar boogie but the memories ... shoot, those were the days. Thanks for the blast from the past!
Sam
ummm... you jest right? Otherwise the isolation of Maine just might be getting to you! :)
I understand that music may be loaded with powerful emotional memories.... but Hall and Oates as geniuses?
Ay Carumba!
They almost put us out of our job! :)
Of course I jest! What kind of a musician do you take me for???
What a relief! Thought some kind of intervention was on the horizon and didn't want to take on your little 'Zorro' with the stick!
Next time I'll make sure my tongue is a little more firmly in my cheek before comparing 80s pop to Kahlil Gibran.
Sheep. Can't live with them, can't shave 'em. Oh wait...yes you can...
It's not shave....
it's shear
as in shear joy.
Dramatic License, dear zerta, dramatic license.
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