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thinking about…

I’ve been a fan of Aimee Mann for sometime. But I can’t quite put my finger on why these lyrics hit me so hard:

The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame.
He might get burned, but he’s in the game.
And once he’s in, he can’t go back, he’ll
Beat his wings ’til he burns them black…
No, The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame.
No, The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame.

The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real,
‘Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal.
And nothing fuels a good flirtation,
Like Need and Anger and Desperation…
No, The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real.
No, The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real.

So come on, let’s go, ready or not
‘Cause there’s a Flame I know,
Hotter than hot
And with a fuse that’s so thoroughly shot…
Away.

The Moth don’t care if The Flame burns low,
‘Cause Moth believes in an afterglow.
And Flames are never,
Doused completely,
All you really need is a love of…
Heat.
No, The Moth don’t care if The Flame burns low.
No, The Moth don’t care if The Flame burns low.

So come on, let’s go, ready or not
‘Cause there’s a Flame I know,
Hotter than hot.
And with a fuse that’s so thoroughly shot…
Away.

Beyond the obvious literal translation, somehow I’m drawn to the words like, well… you get the idea…

1 Comment

  1. Susan

    OMG, Aimee Mann. I bought “Whatever” back when it came out (1993?) and practically wore it out, I played it so much. Then I never bought another of her cd’s again. Might be time to revisit.

    For another in the moth genre (the moth genre?), check out “Moths” by Jethro Tull. Finally on itunes!