ten years pass...
I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She'll hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it
""Somebody", which was sung by Martin Gore in the studio in the nude, includes one of Gore's "little twists," where the song builds as if it's a song about finding your perfect love, only to have him reveal at the end "though things like this make me sick / in a case like this I'll get away with it.""
Can anybody actually help me out here. I have felt confused by this song since the age of ten.
Confusions: why is this a piano ballad by an electronic band, and why is this song so popular?
Why is Martin Gore asking for the bare minimum regarding human interaction? Is he suggesting-- to a wife or a lover perhaps-- in song form-- the ultimate form of manipulative musician behaviour, "I'm gonna write a song about you"-- that he is not getting these bare minimums?
And are they even "bare minimums"? It seems upon closer inspection that he's actually asking for a fucking lot. The rest of your life? with you, Martin? Know your innermost thoughts, intimate details-- are you affecting closeness by over-sharing? Support-for-support? that's nice, but stating that this basic transaction of mutuality needs to be proposed rather than occurs naturally is kind of.. chilling?
Like "I want somebody who'll buy / me a dinner sometimes / and in return / I'll buy her dinner sometimes"
And things start to get REALLY WEIRD. Even at age ten my head spun when the song goes:
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
I feel like he's programming an ideal female companion and adjusting the duration of an artificial tolerance for his wrong and perverted views before she does come around and agree with him, assure him that DM is better than Yazoo, that UKIP have some good points, like
Why is such a nitwitt-y description of an ideal conversation with a partner the final stanza of this first verse
I feel like I could rewrite this verse a hundred times and improve upon it
To my way of thinking
She will not like mushy peas
But when she tastes of my peas
She will like mushy peas
To my way of thinking
She will be fond of John Cleese
And when I quote some John Cleese
She will laugh at me
And then things get, somehow, EVEN WEIRDER.
There is full on mixed messages going on in verse two with "I want somebody who cares for me passionately / with every thought / and with every breath" but then a moment later "I don't want to be tied to anyone's strings / I'm trying to stay clear of those things"
And it's at this point that I remember that part from the wiki where apparently Martin sang this song in the nude. Yes. In the nude. I do not sing in the nude. When I sing I am focusing on delivering the best performance for the material I have created. I am not thinking about my testicles crawling around in response to the cold studio air. But Martin sings in the nude. For whom? For his band mates? For the recording engineer? Certainly not for himself.
And it's my conclusion that Martin did not, in fact, sing this song in the nude, any more than Prince sang "Cream" while jerking off, because these sort of apocryphal stories are not indicative of actually how the world works
And that the "Martin sang this song in the nude" story is just as intrinsic to this band's Some Great Reward-era appeal of the hair-to-high-heaven and pouts and leather jackets-- to capitalize on their teeny-bopper hunkiness
And it becomes clearer that this stanza-- "with every thought, and with every breath" and then "I don't want to be tied to anyone's strings"-- is in fact just an extension of all this manipulation. Martin wants devoted followers, but also freedom to escape at any time
This is a song designed to fuck with your mind
It is fucking with my mind
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
"Detest" was not chosen for its rhyming scheme, it was chosen because it is the word choice of a boy from an expensive school, it reenforces class distinctions, it asserts his class-based primacy, the word detestable is just so gross, fuck this
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it
What the fuck, is this all a dream, then? You were lying the whole time? Is this piano ballad a lie? Is this band entirely a lie? What the fuck is going on
It's just one of those words, I guess. "Detest".
A friend of mine was breaking up with his girlfriend, and after a particularly bad fight, he texted her, "hey, I am really sorry things have gotten so hard between us. I just wanted to text you and tell you that I love you, I care for you, and I hope at some point we will be friends again."
She texted him back, "hey, I am not sorry that things have gotten so hard between us. I want you to know that I hate you, by which I mean: I despise you, I abhor you, I vilify you, I absolutely will DETEST you for the rest of your miserable life, and I look forward to pissing on your grave."
He texted her back, "I'm glad that thesaurus is working out for you."