All Wired Up
I don't write much songfic and don't intend to change that, but I'm inclined to "Hey, that's Character X's song!" as much as anyone else. Sometimes the matches my mind makes can amuse me. Here are two very different Sanzo matches I made recently.
First is a nasty, angry, arrogant, and probably not entirely sane Sanzo in Concrete Blonde's "Valentine," which sounds ripping yet droning. You'll know the line that makes me cackle when you see it.
You were watching me eat
You were watching me sleep
You were a willing sheep
And I was Little Bo-peep and
You were writing it down and
You were looking for cracks but I
Look good with a knife in my back
Valentine,
I'm all mine
Valentine,
I'm all mine
With a flick of my wrist and
With a twitch of my lid
I'll make you wish like hell
You never said what you did and
With a flick of my tongue and
With a lick of my lip
You'll never work your way up
To where I slipped from
Valentine,
My steel spine
Shines up fine,
Valentine
Valentine,
I'm all mine
Shines up fine,
Valentine
Well I got leather skin
And I got a brick head
And I got clay feet and
A heart of dead lead and
I'm all wired up
And I got a lotta soul
And from what I'm told a golden hole
Valentine,
My steel spine
Shines up fine,
Valentine
Valentine,
I'm all mine
Shines up fine,
Valentine
Nine Inch Nails' "Right Where It Belongs" gives a very different Sanzo vibe, self-doubting, set to loping piano but with a kind of soft ozone blare behind it, with a sad yet whimsical circus air. The first lines hit the point hard.
See the animal in its cage that you built.
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye.
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built,
Everything where it belongs.
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,
And it's all
Right where it belongs.
[Chorus]
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you wanted to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Would you find yourself,
Find yourself afraid to see?
What if all the world's inside of your head,
Just creations of your own.
Your devils and your gods,
All the living and the dead,
And you really are alone.
You can live in this illusion.
You can choose to believe.
You keep looking but you can't find the woods.
Are you hiding in the trees?
[Chorus]
First is a nasty, angry, arrogant, and probably not entirely sane Sanzo in Concrete Blonde's "Valentine," which sounds ripping yet droning. You'll know the line that makes me cackle when you see it.
You were watching me eat
You were watching me sleep
You were a willing sheep
And I was Little Bo-peep and
You were writing it down and
You were looking for cracks but I
Look good with a knife in my back
Valentine,
I'm all mine
Valentine,
I'm all mine
With a flick of my wrist and
With a twitch of my lid
I'll make you wish like hell
You never said what you did and
With a flick of my tongue and
With a lick of my lip
You'll never work your way up
To where I slipped from
Valentine,
My steel spine
Shines up fine,
Valentine
Valentine,
I'm all mine
Shines up fine,
Valentine
Well I got leather skin
And I got a brick head
And I got clay feet and
A heart of dead lead and
I'm all wired up
And I got a lotta soul
And from what I'm told a golden hole
Valentine,
My steel spine
Shines up fine,
Valentine
Valentine,
I'm all mine
Shines up fine,
Valentine
Nine Inch Nails' "Right Where It Belongs" gives a very different Sanzo vibe, self-doubting, set to loping piano but with a kind of soft ozone blare behind it, with a sad yet whimsical circus air. The first lines hit the point hard.
See the animal in its cage that you built.
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye.
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built,
Everything where it belongs.
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,
And it's all
Right where it belongs.
[Chorus]
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you wanted to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Would you find yourself,
Find yourself afraid to see?
What if all the world's inside of your head,
Just creations of your own.
Your devils and your gods,
All the living and the dead,
And you really are alone.
You can live in this illusion.
You can choose to believe.
You keep looking but you can't find the woods.
Are you hiding in the trees?
[Chorus]