You

In this life I've seen everything I can see woman,
I've seen lovers flying through the air hand in hand
I've seen babies dancing in the midnight sun,
And I've seen dreams that came from the heavenly skies above
I've seen old men crying at their own grave sides
And I've seen pigs all sitting watching, picture slides
But I never seen nothing like you.

Written by someone very much in love. 🙂

Originally posted by divegeester
In this life I've seen everything I can see woman,
I've seen lovers flying through the air hand in hand
I've seen babies dancing in the midnight sun,
And I've seen dreams that came from the heavenly skies above
I've seen old men crying at their own grave sides
And I've seen pigs all sitting watching, picture slides
But I never seen nothing like you.

thanks for the accolades, not that i need gratuitous applause but its pleasant to be appreciated from time to time.

Originally posted by divegeester
But I never seen nothing like you.

This means the singer HAS seen something like the "you" character before. The song is clearly therefore about mistaking the numbing comfort of repetition and familiarity for "love".

Originally posted by FMF
This means the singer HAS seen something like the "you" character before. The song is clearly therefore about mistaking the numbing comfort of repetition and familiarity for "love".

Repetition... Familiarity... When you keep going back, it could BE love.

Originally posted by JS357
Repetition... Familiarity... When you keep going back, it could BE love.

But with "I've seen pigs all sitting watching picture slides" and "babies dancing in the midnight sun", it could be, not "going back" because of love, but instances of deja vu brought on by the use of lysergic acid diethylamide in the past. Either way the poem/lyric seems to be ~ thinly disguised ~ about numbing oneself from the horrors of the human condition, e.g. "lovers flying through the air hand in hand" referring to the extraordinary number of aircraft disasters already in 2014.

Originally posted by divegeester

In this life I've seen everything I can see woman

Reference to the scourge of explicit porn.

I've seen babies dancing in the midnight sun

Tipsy teenage girls working in Scandinavian nightclubs.

And I've seen dreams that came from the heavenly skies above

Consumer greed causing acid rain in the 1970s.

I've seen old men crying at their own grave sides

Labour Party managers contemplating losing their contingent of Scots MPs.

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan and I have seen
Things are not what they seem

She may be the face I can't forget.
Will it cost me? Yeah you bet!!!
I've been burned and I'm back for more.
This thing called love is just a chore.

The bonds that bind are tight and choking.
I sit at the other end of the bar smoking.
I make my move and am shot down in flames.
Why must we play these silly old games?

Love for sale, love for rent.
Surely your time could be better spent.
You look at her and say, " is there something between us?
Which one rules? The head? The heart? Maybe just the penis.

I hear obscure tunes of the anti-establishment ringing in my ears...Let's try this one more time.


Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the ()'s eyes water.

Well I think you know what I'm trying to say (woman)
That is I'd like to save you for a rainy day
I've seen enough of the world to know
That I've got to get it all to get it all to grow


It's raining,
It's pouring...

The streets are all wet
It's time to Move.

These are the seasons of emotion
and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion
I see the torch we all must hold
This is the mystery of the quotient
Upon us all a little rain must fall

Originally posted by divegeester
These are the seasons of emotion
and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion
I see the torch we all must hold
This is the mystery of the quotient
Upon us all a little rain must fall

These are the seasons of emotion

Grievers slapping their own heads at fractious monsoon season funerals in dangerous looking countries.

and like the winds they rise and fall

Demented gales annihilating noble trees across leafy decent south east England.

This is the wonder of devotion

909 people found lying on the grass in Jonestown.

I see the torch we all must hold

With those batteries that leak poison into the soil of innocent women and children.

This is the mystery of the quotient

The insidious errors of unaccountable economists.

Upon us all a little rain must fall

The absolutely appalling reality of life in the Atacama Desert.

How do you do it?

Originally posted by Suzianne
How do you do it?

Usually you start off with mild petting and then it just takes it's course to the climax.

Originally posted by Suzianne
How do you do it?

multiplication