F*ck me Vic, what a great post: my going out on the piss song, the mighty Rejects, then the first record I ever purchased and finally the one song that would raise the hairs on the back of my neck if I didn't shave my hair off.
Oh man, doesn't the video say it all?
Seriously, I think the tone of the song is really bleak. The lyrics are as moronic as you'd expect, maybe with a twinge of regret about fantasies never being fulfilled which raises the level of sophistication by about a millimeter, but the 'emotional' communication seems really sad. Like if you transposed the lyrics with something about looking after terminally radiated survivors of a nuclear incident, it'd sound about right. That wail just before the chorus sounds really primal.
Although maybe I'm being a little subjective?
As well, when I was a kid, we had an awful family holiday - no, it wasn't that one where I was chased by a goose - and I remember hanging around a lot in the book section of a really depressing gift shop. On the racks were rows of Graham Masterton paperbacks, and I thought they had really disturbing covers, ones that gave me a really sinking feeling when I saw them. 'Fantasy Island' was playing on the radio throughout all this, and I think perceptions fused and merged until, in a Pavolvian kind of way, I'd get that same sinking, bereft feeling whenever I heard the song. Still do to this day.
Erm, for any more information you're just going to have to ask my analyst!
Don't go to this guy, he's shit. He hypnotised me and all that happened was I dreamed a rosy-cheeked dwarf with a slightly odd grin was having a picnik. The he was tugging an eel from a lake but had to give up 'cos he spilled yoghurt over everything. When I enquired about all this afterwards the therapist guy looked really nervous. Hope others don't waste their good money the way I did!
Speaking of wasting good money, can anyone point me in the direction of a copy of the SWV 'Asylum of Satan' as featured above that doesn't cost the sum currently featured on Amazon / e-bay etc - really want this movie, but not enough to pay forty quid!
Creepy dolls. Lydia Lunch. That's about as good as a Saturday night gets for me these days. Which is pretty good.
Tomorrow, I'll take the bus to work. Maybe my knees will brush against those of the foxy but slightly vacant looking chick I sometimes watch from afar. If so, this will be playing on my walkman:
Later that evening I'll return home to a microwave meal for one and some mild substance misuse. Possibly I'll have some kind of fantasy involving Jane Wiedlin, a wetsuit and some dolphins. Maybe it'll go like this:
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