So I’ve got major ankle surgery coming up at the end of June and will be in a cast for three months post-op, so I’ve been spending a lot of my free time working on long-procrastinated household projects (as opposed to long-procrastinated blog posts*) that have got to get done before I’m laid up or they’ll still be waiting for me next summer (and possibly the one after that). Painting, refinishing furniture, minor repairs, getting plants in the ground, you know the sort of honey-do stuff I mean.
Home repairs mean Pandora, lots of Pandora, and hearing this for the first time in ages the other day brought home to me just how nonsensical it is. I mean, seriously, has anyone, anywhere, ever had the foggiest notion what good old Ronnie James was singing about here?
I mean I guess a clean tiger is better than a dirty one, but why am I riding him in the first place? And just what is a Holy Diver anyway? A sainted scuba? A priest in a pool? If you have a notion, share it in the comments.
Actual Lyrics (for the uninitiated)
Mmmmhhh mhmm, yeah yeah
Holy Diver
You’ve been down too long in the midnight sea
Oh what’s becoming of me
Ride the tiger
You can see his stripes but you know he’s clean
Oh don’t you see what I mean
Gotta get away
Holy Diver
Shiny diamonds
Like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue
Something is coming for you
Look out
Race for the morning
You can hide in the sun ’till you see the light
Oh we will pray it’s all right
Gotta get away, get away
Between the velvet lies
There’s a truth that’s hard as steel
The vision never dies
Life’s a never ending wheel
Holy Diver
You’re the star of the masquerade
No need to look so afraid
Jump, jump
Jump on the tiger
You can feel his heart but you know he’s mean
Some light can never be seen, yeah
Holy Diver
You’ve been down too long in the midnight sea
Oh what’s becoming of me
No, no
Ride the tiger
You can see his stripes but you know he’s clean
Oh don’t you see what I mean
Gotta get away, get away
Gotta get away, get away
Holy diver, soul survivor
You’ re the one whose clean
Holy Diver, Holy Diver
Never come to knew, coming after you
Holy Diver
Holy Diver, yeah
Alright, get away, get away, get away
Holy diver, holy diver, holy diver mmhhmmm
Dishonorable mention: Rainbow in the Dark
*I figure if being confined to my butt during the overwhelming majority of my off hours for for 1/4 of a year doesn’t get me to catch up on my posting, nothing will. I still haven’t even got my thoughts together on the Who cruise and I definitely should have time to watch some crap, so you don’t have to. The success or failure of the attempt will probably say a lot about the wisdom of my continued efferts here. Or at least about the wisdom of blogging while heavily medicated.
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