Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Bang Bang Maxwell….

Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical
Science in the home…
Late nights all alone with her test tube
Oh, oh oh oh…

“Hey, when’d we get that painting?”… ahm, two years ago.. I never was
very observant. Heard this song going into work today. So light, so fun, then
I actually listened to the lyrics….

Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine
Calls her on the phone..
“Can I take you out to the pictures Joan?”
But as she’s getting ready to go
A knock comes on the door..

Ok, so far so good. Guy/gal, mebbe future, mebbe smooching. Well before the
days of “I’m broke, let’s go to Redbox instead, cuddle on the couch.”

Bang! Bang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
Came down upon her head
Clang! Clang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.

WHAT? “So light, so fun” the hell is that?

So, I went to ‘my teacher’… Wiki… Wiki relates… Paul relates “"Maxwell's Silver Hammer" is my analogy for when something goes wrong out of the blue, as it so often does, as I was beginning to find out at that time in my life. I wanted something symbolic of that, so to me it was some fictitious character called Maxwell with a silver hammer. We still use that expression now when something unexpected happens.”

Back in school again Maxwell plays the fool again
Teacher gets annoyed
Wishing to avoid an unpleasant scene

She tells Max to say when class has gone away
Se he waits behind
Writing fifty time, “I must not be so”
But when she turns her back on the boy
He creeps up from behind…

Bang! Bang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
Came down up her head
Bang! Bang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.

And I thought it was rap that introduced us to violent crap like that. Ok, parody perhaps. Kinda vaudevillian-like. I hate guns though. True. Do. Sure, I go to the Piggly Wiggly and eyeball the ground beef prices – but I could never hunt – and could care less if I ever fished again. Just don’t like violence, confrontation. Maxwell, you ornery slut.

PC Thirty One said, “We caught a dirty one”
Maxwell stands alone
Painting testimonial picture
Oh, oh oh oh..

Rose and Valerie screaming from the gallery
Says he must go free
The judge does not agree, and he tells them so
But as the words are leaving his lips
A noise come from behind

Bang! Bang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
Came down upon his head
Clang! Clang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
Made sure that he was dead.

I don’t get if Victor. Why this song? Eh, it just kinda goes to showya… An approach maybe.. Bad shit happens in life… You can’t make light of it – but, you can choose light, upbeat, fun……. sunny side up. Are you Pollyanna’n the lemon/lemonade shit?

Mebbe. Fun. Maxwell sounds fun. His actions ain’t. Can’t control other’s actions – but
can your own. Mine. All mine.

Harrison once said “"one of those instant whistle-along tunes which some people hate, and other people really like. It's a fun song, but it's kind of a drag because Maxwell keeps on destroying everyone like his girlfriend then the school teacher, and then, finally, the judge." …..In 1977, Harrison would be less charitable, stating "I mean, my God, 'Maxwell's Silver Hammer' was so fruity."

Took ‘em three days to record, with Paul’s insistence things be perfect.

Ringo, never heard ole Ringo cuss.. but he said….”It was the worst track we ever had to record. It went on for fucking weeks. I thought it was mad."

Light, fun. Upbeat. A whistling tune. Smile amongst the shit. Don’t worry, be happy.
See the funny little clown. Lemon/lemonade.

Silver hammer man….. Have a vaudevillian-like day. Up, not down. Light, fun, happy.
Love, Victurd.

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