Environmental Music - What someone else chose to make you listen to...

i used to love hearing this tune on muzak in stores

Beneath a catchy, upbeat melody, with rapidly spoken lyrics and references to popular culture, the song contains dark lyrics about a drug user's descent into crystal meth addiction and his implied sexual activities while trying to "want something else."

implied, really, She comes round and she goes down on me

Semi-Charmed Life

I'm packed and I'm holding
I'm smiling, she living, she golden
She lives for me
Says she lives for me
Ovation
her own motivation
She comes round and she goes down on me
And I make her smile
It's like a drug for you
Do ever what you want to do
Coming over you
Keep on smiling,
What we go through
One stop to the rhythm that divides you
And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse
Chop another line like a coda with a curse
I come on like a freak show takes the stage
We give them the games she play,

She said
I want something else

To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life (Baby, baby)
I want something else
I'm not listening when you say
Good-bye

The sky it was gold, it was rose
I was taking tips of it to my nose
And I wish I could get back there
Some place back there
Smiling in the pictures you would take
Doing crystal meth
Will lift you up until you break
It won't stop
I won't come down,
I keep stock
With a tick-tock rhythm
A bump for the drop
And then I FUCKED up
I took the hit that I was given
Then I bumped again
And then I bumped again
I said
How do I get back there to
The place where I fell asleep inside you?
How do I get myself back to
The place where you said

I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life (Baby, baby)
I want something else
I'm not listening when you say
Good-bye

I believe in the sand beneath my toes
The beach gives a feeling
An earthy feeling
I believe in the faith that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
When I'm with you I feel like I could die
And that would be all right
All right

And when the plane came in
She said she was crashing
The velvet it rips
In the city
We tripped
On the urge to feel alive
But now I'm struggling to survive
Those days you were wearing that velvet dress
You're the priestess, I must confess
Those little red panties
They pass the test
Slides up around the belly
Face down on the mattress
One
And you hold me
And we're broken

Still it's all that I want to do, just a little now
Feel myself, head made of the ground
I'm scared, I'm not coming down, no no
And I won't run for my life
She's got her jaws now locked down in a smile
But nothing is all right
All right

I want something else
To get me through this
Life. Baby
I want something else
I'm not listening when you say
Good-bye (4x)

The sky it was gold, it was rose
I was takin' sips of it to my nose
And I wish I could get there
someplace, back there
In the place we use to start our lives

I want something else

Hah! - I'd never paid attention to the lyrics to that Third Eye Blind track - that song always sounded like Jimmy Olsen's Blues or something else from the Spin Doctors.

Hilarious. Thanks Deej.

then there's weird elevator music, found myself kind of digging this muzak elevator song, and then realized, holy ****, that's What's So funny 'Bout Peace, Love & Understanding by Elvis Costello, remade as some kind of jazz standard (no lyrics, strictly instrumental)

I was just about to mention elevator muzak, hinge.
I think I could cope with Elvis C alright, but usually it's really insipid "easy listening" stuff. Which just makes you feel worse.
Nothing, but nothing, can sooth one's nerves in a jerky, jumpy elevator!

I read a really cool book about elevator music
http://www.press.umich.edu/titleDetailDesc.do?id=8718
about a decade ago - tracing it's roots to Erik Satie and then drawing a thread through Muzak and onto Brian Eno's ambient adventures.

I believe Muzak corp is dead now - did you know it was founded in Seattle? Just like Grunge!

I noticed that JetStar are now playing poppy alt rock at take off and landing, energising rather than the enervating instrumental stuff I've heard on other airlines. I wonder what sort of research went into that? Have to admit Muzak makes me feel ill in the stomach - literally.

I used to hate the sanitised versions of contemporary pop/rock that you used to hear in supermarkets - it's like giving a starving dog a rubber bone.

Goodness!
Someone's written a book about it!