The Future Soon's final verse
Does anybody else wonder why it goes like this:
For the record, I think it would be much better like this:
She'll scream and try to runWhy does it suddenly switch from 'she' to 'you', and why does JoCo still sing it like this? Is this some strange American grammar thing that I'm unaware of?
But there's nowhere she can hide
When a crazy cyborg wants to make you his robot bride
For the record, I think it would be much better like this:
She'll scream and try to runIt's the minimal modification required to get it to make sense while retaining the original intent, I think.
But there's nowhere you can hide
When a crazy cyborg wants to make you his robot bride
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It just seems like such an easy fix...
:-)
It's possible that he doesn't realize how easy the fix is. In his blog post about the subject (I'll post a link here if I can find it), he mentioned how he had been shown the correct formula of z(n+1) = zn squared + C with z0=0 and went on to say that to get it right, he would need to add a line to the song. Of course, if z0=0, then z1=C and we're at your solution. I agree that he should change it, but he might not realize how trivial it would be to do so.
EDIT: Here's the post. It looks like he might be aware of the simple fix but is going with the original anyway. Judge for yourself.
I'm aware of generic you as a concept, and use it myself, but I still can't see that it doesn't clash with the previous line of the song, which I still insist only makes sense as part of the same sentence.
I did search for threads on this and came up a blank, but I guess I was looking in the wrong place, and I stopped reading Who's Servos Are These a while ago because I didn't see any ambiguity there and so found the discussion very odd indeed.
In any case, I sing my slightly altered version and am happy with it that way.
Think of it this way. The persona of the song is telling this story to you, the listener. He's pondering on the future, probably getting that far-away look in his eyes, almost forgetting entirely that you're still there. He's lost in his fantasy. Until finally, it is all coming full circle in his mind, he is about to have his Laura for his very own. "She'll scream and try to run, but there's nowhere she can hide," he says in rapt description. Then he shudders, comes back to reality, then turns to look at you. "When a crazy cyborg wants to make you his robot bride," he says, possibly giggling afterward.
One of the things that I find odd about the grammar in this song is the first line of the chorus. Think about it: "It's gonna be the future soon." I can translate that to mean "It will shortly (In the future) be the future" .... Craziness!It's not the future now, but it will be the future soon
Here's a story of a girl, who grew up lost and lonely,
Thinkin' love was fairy tale, and trouble was made only for me.
Technically, it should end "for her". It's like she started out referring to herself in 3rd person to anonymize the story, then changed her mind, and decided to reveal that she was that girl.
Do they have songs of their own somewhere deep inside?
It can be very fun and interesting to take a story and imagine the story of one of the other participants. I did it with the fairy tale The Three Feathers (and found that the resulting story made more sense to me than the original) and again (sort of) with The Frog Prince, and then with a story I'd written myself twelve years earlier. Not meaning to blow my own horn or anything, I just wanted to say that I found it very interesting to do, and quite easy to start writing because the basic outline of each story was already there. And here, we even have tunes (which could be kept as-is, or inverted, or otherwise manipulated to suit the character) so I think that rewriting them from other perspectives would be a great challenge/exercise/game/eye-opener*/filler of time and threads. Considering our surprisingly different takes on some of the songs, I bet we all had different ideas of how these 'minor' characters felt.
What is it like to be a half-pony, half-monkey monster, made to please a pretty thing who instead reacts by screaming? Perhaps it's like being a Snuggie.
* the rebellious zombie's can-opener
Heya, Bob, it's Tom,
I hear you moaning at the door.
Good to see the zombies ate your tongue.
Things have been okay for me, I'm trapped inside a candy store,
safe from all the airheads you're among.
I know you're twits with rotting brains, but I still don't understand
why you folks don't think to turn the doorknob with your hand...
Please?
As to "Better"- because it is a man, JoCo, singing it, I always thought of the person changing all the time was his wife, and that the singer was male. Then I started wondering- why did she start to do it? Was she originally unsatisfied with her body- or did he start commenting on every pound she gained after marriage? Was she always so emotionally aloof and defensive that she felt she needed real defenses, or was she a battered wife maybe? Perhaps this is one I ought to rewrite, hmmmm.
You Ruined Everything
I'm Your Moon
Summer's Over
When You Go
Till the Money Comes
Drinking with You
So Far So Good
Take Care of Me
That Spells DNA
Womb with a View
Better
I Crush Everything
Ikea
I Hate California
Over There (though there's an implied interest in naked ladies dancing)
Overhead
Screwed
A Laptop Like You
In some cases, "I" and "you" are mostly rhetorical, but in some others, changing the gender from a male narrator can change the nature of the song completely.
All you zombie dudes have shit for brains,
you're just not reasoning,
you think that you can eat IQ.
All you zombie dudes have shit for brains,
once you've digested them
brains are undead meat like you. [Changed from 'just dead meat']
If you open up your skulls,
there's all dumb inside, you've got no brains.
I don't know, but people take current plastic surgery waaaay too far, probably from a terrible self-image (look at Jocelyne Wildenstein.. you know, if you can). Better (the song) just seems like the logical extension of that same idea. It is said some people get addicted to surgeries even.
I can see it though. How cool would it be to have a computer chip in your brain so you could instantly pull up information about people when you see them? Or the ability to see in the dark? Or jump 30 feet in the air? One could assume once you started down the path of artificial enhancement it would be hard to stop gaining "new powers" so to speak. Come to think of it, now it sort of sounds like Sylar from Heroes.
I certainly don't think there was any outside pressure on the subject of "Better" since the narrator specifically says, "You used to be ok, and I liked you that way." And it's clear they don't like [him/her] "Better."
Most people who start down the path of enhancements (let's say breast augmentation for example) do it because it's something they want for themselves, not to impress other people. Or at least that's been my experience with the 5 or 6 people I know who have had work done.
Enhancement, the effort to change the adequate to the superior, is a different story, and aside from breast implants, it's mostly science fiction at this point, Prosthetic limb technology, for example, has advanced considerably in recent years through unfortunate need, but there's still no reason to trade in the original hardware.
Wife says: "Honey, do you like how I look?"
Husband (watching TV) says: "Yeah, you look OK."
Wife thinks: Only OK? Not beautiful, or wonderful, or pretty? Just OK? I'll fix that.
Good point between necessary reconstructive plastic surgery and the purely optional kind, Mark. Actually, I kind of had both a few years back. I had hated my face for years, and had hated most photos taken of me because of a pronounced underbite caused not by the lower jaw but through the upper jaw and center bones of my face never quite growing out properly. It was deemed a medical necessity because it affected my breathing and proper chewing ability. Took me 6 weeks of a liquid only diet afterwards, and my hip bone is connected to my jaw bone-literally- now, but I LOVE the final results. Being able to breathe through both nostrils all the time- not having sinus infections constantly- having a decent profile finally! It was worth it, completely. It hasn't tempted me to go for any other changes though!
"Corrective" covers the gamut from medically necessary (eg: to correct birth defects) to medically/psychologically appropriate (eg: reconstructive surgery for accident victims or gender reassignment for Mr/Ms Carlos).
There are obvious grey areas. Some might call circumcision "cosmetic" while others consider it medically necessary and therefore "corrective". Our accident victim undergoing reconstructive surgery might come out looking better than when s/he went in... when did corrective turn into cosmetic in this case?
And back to cyborging... it may be that one day one could increase one's life expectancy by cyborging certain parts of one's self. Does this fall under either category of surgery? Treating a medically recognized disease (age) with a medically accepted treatment (organ replacement) could make this a "corrective" procedure, yet the vanity implied by such an act makes me think "cosmetic". Certainly replacing an arm with a stronger, more resilient cyborg arm is cosmetic in nature, so why should a spleen be any different?
ETA: And my sister has a neural implant to treat her RSD (reflex sympathetic dystrophy).
If we just close our eyes, it's already here!
Anyway, here's an idea I just had (actually, when I typed that my idea had only gone as far as 'hot', I'm as surprised as you are when I see where it goes next, but I think it explains the later reinforcements):
Where did we go?
When was the moment that we broke in two?
I think I know
In fact I am sure I can blame it on you.
I remember the first big surprise
You wouldn't look into my infrared eyes
I only bought them to make you look hot,
but real human warmth you had not.
But it's not me it's you, what you're turning into
Is some kind of something that I never knew
you stay inside all day, your skin's turning light grey,
and I don't think that Bob made you better,
no I don't think that Bob made you better.
Not that I don't like it of course!
Incidentally, I made this half-zombie half-cyborg mash-up to please you.
And I can tell by those messy bloodstains
That your thoughts are only for eating my brains
Do me a favor and leave me my eyes -- just so we don't cause a scene.
(sorry, couldn't resist!)