TS: Franz Ferdinand's "The Fallen" v. Courtney's "But Julian..."

It struck me the other day that both are these fevered songs where the singer's trying to get out more words than the music really allows, all in an effort to really capture the entirety of something-or-other, its frantic pace and endless connections. Court's doing music, kinda, and Alex is doing...uh, well, I'm sort of unclear. Maybe someone could figure that out.

The Fallen
So they say you're trouble boy
Because you like to destroy
All the things that bring idiots joy
Well what's wrong with a little destruction?
And the Kunst won't talk to you
Because you kissed St Rollox Adieu
Because you robbed a supermarket or two
Well, who gives a damn about the prophets of Tesco?
Did I see you in a limousine
Flinging out the fish and the unleavened
Turn the rich into wine
Walk on the mean
For the fallen are the virtuous among us
Walk among us
Never judge us
Yeah we're all...
Up now and get 'em boy
Up now and get 'em boy
Drink to the devil and death to the doctors
Did I see you in a limousine
Flinging out the fish and the unleavened
5000 users fed today
as you feed us
won't you lead us
to be blessed
So we stole and drank champagne
On the seventh seal you said you never feel pain
"I never feel pain, won't you hit me again?"
"I need a bit of Black and Blue to be a Rotation"
In my blood I felt bubbles burst
There was a flash of fist an eyebrow burst
You've a lazy laugh and a red white shirt
I fall to the floor fainting at the sight of blood
Did I see you in a limousine
Flinging out the fish and the unleavened
Turn the rich into wine
Walk on the mean
Be they Magdelen or virgin you've already been
You've already been and we've already seen
That the fallen are the virtuous among us
Walk among us
Never judge us to be blessed
So I'm sorry if I ever resisted
I never had a doubt that you ever existed
I only have a problem when people insist on
Taking their hate and placing it on your name
So they say you're troubled boy
Just because you like to destroy
You are the word - the word is Destroy
I break this bottle and think of you fondly
Did I see you in a limousine
Flinging out the fish and the unleavened
To the whore in a hostel
Or the scum of a scheme
Turn the rich into wine
Walk on the mean
It's not a jag in the arm
It's a nail in the beam
On this Barren Earth
You scatter your seed
Be they Magdelen or Virgin
You've already been
Yeah you've already been
We've already seen
That the fallen are the virtuous among us
Walk among us
If you judge us
We're all damned

And...

Busty co-eds live live live
You'll crash the car, man, if you drive
1-800, 1-800, 1-800 wired
OBGYGYN
Triple xxx
Time that you and me
Had lots and lots of meaningless sex
Erotic city VIP
The pornorific girl in me
I came and now i faked it
He's still tied to the bed

Adorable, affordable
Guaranteed discretion
In the story of my life
You'll barely get a mention
I see Paris, I see France
I can see your underpants
Oh, I see Paris, I see France
Oh, I hear London calling

Now you've come so you can rip 'em off
Oh, baby, I know where you live

I'm overrated, desecrated
Still somehow illuminated
I know I've got a screw loose
Just meet me in the bedroom
I know you did this, what a punk
You would never sell out
Just like i did in playboy
That was art, it didn't count!

Love the way your mouth fits mine
1-800, he's so fine
I'm infra-red, I'm in your head
I won't be leaving soon
I see Paris, I see France
Oh, I can see your underpants
Oh, I see Paris, I see France
Oh, I hear London calling

Now you've come, please, baby, rip 'em off
No, baby, I know where you live
No, and I can smell her on you everywhere
No, baby, I can not forget

And I'm coming for you!!

Hey gabbagabba baby
Hey gabbagabba baby
I know where you live
(Shut up!)
Hey gabbagabba baby
(Shut up!)
I know where you live
(Shut up! Shut up!)
I'm a little bit older than you
(Shut up!)
Yeah, than you
(Shut up! Shut up! Shut up...)
(heavy breathing)

You know how when your phone went dead?
Well, that was me on the other end
You know how when your phone went dead?
Oh, that was me on the other end
And when I touched your limousine
I really felt the vibe
It said I love you, babygirl, you know
'Cause I can read your mind

Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
And I'm comin', comin', comin' for you
Shut up!
I know where you live
(Shut up! Shut up!)
Hey gabbagabba baby
I know where you live
(Shut up! Shut up!)
Just a little bit older than you
(Yeah, than you)
I know where you live

OK, this is sort of in lieu of me doing an extended analysis of the Courtney song, but I'm trying to ween myself off that sort of thing.