The context: This is the "I want" song for a cerebral, introverted NASA mathematician. Or rather, it's what she thinks she wants: someone just like her. (She ends up with someone so different from her, he's from another planet!)
A little about the creation of the song: This is one of those times when two collaborators were on different pages. The composer wanted a yearning ballad. I wanted a funny, character song. We eventually landed on a song where the lyrics say what she thinks she wants, and the music says what she doesn't yet know she wants. I enjoy wordplay, but at some point, wordplay becomes inscrutable and obnoxious, so I try to keep it in check. But the intro sections for this song are intentionally inscrutably, obnoxiously clever, because the character is getting all twisted up in her own intellect. So it was fun to just go nuts on the wordplay ("He'd be my kith and my kin, he, my twin, he might win me, if mighty, might he.") Totally obnoxious.
A little about the creation of the song: This is one of those times when two collaborators were on different pages. The composer wanted a yearning ballad. I wanted a funny, character song. We eventually landed on a song where the lyrics say what she thinks she wants, and the music says what she doesn't yet know she wants. I enjoy wordplay, but at some point, wordplay becomes inscrutable and obnoxious, so I try to keep it in check. But the intro sections for this song are intentionally inscrutably, obnoxiously clever, because the character is getting all twisted up in her own intellect. So it was fun to just go nuts on the wordplay ("He'd be my kith and my kin, he, my twin, he might win me, if mighty, might he.") Totally obnoxious.
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Surprisingly Similar Way to Me (from What Is Kiss?)
Lyrics by David Rackoff, Music by Sahara Sunday Spain I WANT A FELLA WHO LIKES ME, AND, LIKE ME, HE'S LIKE ME IN TURN. AND I WANT A GUY WHO ALONE IS MY OWN, IS MY CLONE, IS MY YEARN. HE’D HAVE A PERFECT S.A.T. SCORE. AND THEN HE WENT TO M.I.T., AND THEN HE, JOINED THE PEACE CORPSE. HIS MIND HAS MANY VIEWPOINTS, AND QUITE A FEW SUPERFLUOUS I.Q. POINTS IN A SURPRISINGLY SIMILAR WAY TO ME. HE’LL HAVE NO TOLERANCE FOR GLUTEN. ABOVE HIS BED, HE’LL HAVE A POSTER PRINT OF ISAAC NEWTON. HE’LL STAY INSIDE IN SUMMER. AND EV’RYONE WILL TELL HIM HE’S A BUMMER IN A SURPRISINGLY SIMILAR WAY TO ME. HE’D BE MY KITH AND MY KIN, HE MY TWIN, HE MIGHT WIN ME-- IF MIGHTY, MIGHT HE. AND ZHOO ZHOO ZHOOOOOO [LIGHTSABER SOUND], WHEN HE’S IN BED, I IMAGINE HE’LL HAVE SUPER-SEXY MOVES JUST LIKE A JEDI. HE’LL HAVE MATH’MATIC KNOWLEDGE. I BET HE KISSED A GIRL OR TWO IN COLLEGE IN A SURPRISINGLY SIMILAR WAY TO ME. I KNOW I’M AFRAID; THIS IS HOW I COPE. BUT STILL, THERE’S A PLACE THAT’S INSIDE THAT I HIDE, IN MY SOUL, LIKE A BOWL-- OR A CUP FILLING UP WITH HOPE. I HOPE! I HOPE FOR LOVE AND CHOC’LATE TRUFFLES. I WANT A GIANT WEDDING DRESS THAT’S BURSTING FORTH WITH RUFFLES! I MAY NOT HAVE A CHILL SIDE, BUT ALL THE SAME, I LOVE A STARRY HILL-SIDE IN A SURPRISINGLY SIMILAR WAY TO HIM. WHICH IS PRECISELY EXACTLY THE SAME AS ME! |