Wednesday, August 24, 2011 - While driving home after dropping my son off at soccer practice, an old song that I haven't heard in ages came on the radio - "Blinded by the Light" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band.  I laughed out loud on hearing the words "Skirly Whirly" and "slingshot".
This is one of those songs with unclear lyrics.  One blogger has this to say about the song:

"This song has driven me nuts for the last 30 years because of the lyrics. I could have sworn that he was singing 'wrapped like a douche, another rumor in the night' and not only is that nonsensical, it’s just flat out disgusting."

Bruce Springstein himself, who wrote the original lyrics, "
cut loose like a deuce," jokes about the more popular version, claiming it was not until Manfred Mann rewrote the song to be about a "feminine hygene product" that it became popular.
While the root of the word deuce is from Latin Deus, meaning God, Webster's dictionary defines deuce as the devil.  Deuce is also expressive of impatience or annoyance, as in "deuce take you!"
NOW, picture one pannicky squirrel caught on the band stage in the spotlight, and another squirrel, running down the beach boardwalk through the nighttime hurly-burly, as people flee in anticipation of hurricane Irene, wailing up the coast like a devil.  Hurly-burly means turmoil, hubbub, confusion.  The song lyrics fit this scene perfectly.

Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Some silly-go sister with a manager mister told me I got what it takes
She said "I'll turn you on sunny to something strong,
play the song with the funky break"
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe outside
And little Skirrely-Whirly came by in the hurly-burly and asked me if I needed a ride
Madman drummer thunders, like an Indian in the summer, and a teenage diplomat
Over the bumps with his chumps, the adolescent pumps his pedals going this way and that
An ice boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older,
I trip on the merry-go-round
And with this freezin', sneezin' and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground,
Now Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his plover in the sand
And some hotshot forget-me-not said daddy's within earshot save the buckshot, and turn up the band

I think we should name the nutty new character Skirrely Whirly.




What kind of trouble will this little hurricane bring?  Time will tell.


Website Builder