Week Thirty-Three: Echo & The Bunnymen - "The Game" - Echo & The Bunnymen

This is not a tune that I automatically associate with Echo & The Bunnymen, but every time it appears while my iPod is on shuffle mode, I seem to stop for a minute and listen to it. The video that accompanies this song is incredibly silly, but the colors and images are so visually appealing. I'm guessing that it was filmed in Brazil because they show that huge Christ the Redeemer statue in a few scenes. I would love to travel to Brazil one day and actually see it for myself.

I really like the lyrics to this song, as well. It's almost as if Ian just jotted down some free-flowing thoughts, but I love his juxtaposition of ideas --- "ugly beauty" & "proud refusal" & "crying hours" & "glitter years", as well his penchant for alliteration --- "tinsel tears" & "winter winners" & "summer sons"... his phrasing is simply lovely!!

A sense of duty

was my one intention 

and an ugly beauty 

was my own invention 

Pride a proud refusal 

and I refuse 

to need your approval 

Too many seekers 

Too few beacons 

But through the fog 

we'll keep on beaming 

Through the crying hours 

of your glitter years 

all the living out 

of your tinsel tears 

and the midnight trains 

I never made 

'cos I'd already 

played...the game 

Everybody's 

got their own good reason 

why their favorite season 

is their favorite season 

Winter winners 

and those summers sons 

aren't good for everyone 

aren't good for everyone 

Spring has sprung 

and autumn's so well done 

so well done 

And it's a better thing 

that we do now 

forgetting everything 

the whys and hows 

While you reminisce 

about the things you miss 

you won't be ready 

to kiss...goodbye 

The earth is a world 

The world is a ball 

A ball in a game 

with no rules at all 

And just as I wonder 

at the beauty of it all 

you go and drop it 

and it breaks and falls 

I'll never understand 

why you thought I would 

need to be reassured 

and be understood 

When I always knew 

that your bad's my good 

and I was ready 

ready...to be loved 

Born under Mars 

With Jupiter rising 

Fallen from stars 

That lit my horizon 

I'll never understand 

why you thought I would 

need to be reassured 

and be understood 

When I always knew 

that your bad's my good 

and I was ready 

ready...to be 

Through the crying hours 

of your glitter years 

all the living out 

of your tinsel tears 

and the midnight trains 

I never made 

'cos I'd already 

played 

It's a better thing 

that we do now 

forgetting everything 

the whys and hows 

While you reminisce 

about the things you miss 

you won't be ready 

to kiss...goodbye