Tarantulove Lyrics
but now you're screamin',
your bare feet dancin' crazy,
in shards of wine-glasses.
The picture's blurry-blue,
what the hell's got into you?
Tarantulove.
you pull the top down.
Your clothes cling tightly to your
body when it's rainin'.
I, hungry, smitten, I,
what've you been bitten by?
Tarantulove.
Tarantulove.
I want to hold you,
walk the line 'til all
that's feeling sad.
That's feeling sad,
That's feeling sad,
That's feeling sad.
but I know what's good for me.
It's just like chocolate fingers,
on bed-side saucers.
How do you describe the pain?
Here's what I'm prescribin', babe,
Tarantulove.
Tarantulove.
Tarantulove.
Oh, Tarantulove,
Oh, Tarantulove,
Oh, Tarantulove,
Oh, Tarantulove,
when the tide is over,
Tarantulove,
Oh, Tarantulove,
Oh, you're blue, you're blue
blue, blue
Tarantulove,
Tarantulove,
Tarantulove,
Tarantulove,
Oh, Tarantu-rantu-love.
Tarantulove.
Oh,
Tarantulove.
what?? no comments? what an awesome song. very creepy.
Just saw him do this live...whatever it means, it's HOT.
Knowing how his usual musical style goes, this sounds like an ode to really dirty, almost-meaningless sex. Not the kind you'd have with your significant other, and not the kind you pay for, either. More like the kind of awkward-good sex you have when that friend of yours from way back sits down with you, and you've had too much to drink, and you're both feeling down, and you end up groping and writhing with no real purpose to it. There's emotion, but it's not normal, and it feels good, but you've got this sort of guilty aftertaste. Like a spider's venom (hence the song title, I think), it creeps all through you, and you know it shouldn't be happening, but it is, and you can't think of anything else. It's a song set in the moment, right in the middle of doing something you'll both regret later, but, you don't care, because -right now-, it's amazing.
At least, that's my spin on it.