One that rises about such smut would be “The Rain, the Park & Other Things,” by The Cowsills. (Before you knock the band for having a terrible name, understand that they were all family members and their last name was actually Cowsill, unfortunately. No joke: They were the real-life inspiration for The Partridge Family.) This particular song was released in 1967 and is actually quite charming. However, I recently listened to the lyrics closely and realized that no, no, it’s not actually charming at all.
Here is why.
I saw her sitting in the rainOkay. Girl is getting wet. She doesn’t seem to mind. That I can be okay with, even if there’s something inherently creepy in the image of a woman plopped on the wet grass at park and flashing a dead-eyed, million-mile smile at some random dude who just happens to walk by. I mean, make the sky gray and the girl an orphan with long, black hair and I think you’d have the poster for a horror movie.
Raindrops falling on her
She didn’t seem to care
She sat there and smiled at me
Then I knewThe hell? Because you think she’ll give you whatever drugs she’s on?
She could make me happy
Flowers in her hairThe narrator obviously does not share my horror movie poster-like vision of this scene, because he instantly decides that he likes the flower girl, despite that she’s wet and that kind of all-over human wetness isn’t often considered a plus. She has flowers in her hair, you say? Well certainly not in any sort of pleasant arrangement if she’s being rained on. “Hey, you! Get out of the rain, stupid! You’re ruining your hair flowers! Hey! HEY! Why are you smiling? WHY ARE YOU SMILING?!”
Flowers everywhere
(I love the flower girl)
Oh I don’t know just why
She simply caught my eye
(I love the flower girl)
She seemed so sweet and kind
She crept into my mind
Ahem.
Also, girl with flowers in her hair in the year 1967 smiling idiotically and not noticing that it’s raining? Yeah, she’s definitely high.
I knew I had to say helloApparently she stopped smiling for a moment in order to smile.
She smiled up at me
And she took my handAre we sure those are flowers and not, say, dried leaves and garbage? Look closely, Mr. Narrator — the rain has made it dark and you may be unable to see clearly. Because based on how she’s dressed and how she’s behaved so far, I say there’s a chance that you taking her on a walk through the park could constitute kidnapping a person who is either mentally ill or has become dazed and docile as a result of mind-altering drugs. Also, if you hold this girl’s hand, your hand will get all damp and clammy and that’s gross.
And we walked through the park alone
And I knewThe drugs can be transmitted via skin-to-skin contact, maybe?.
She had made me happy
Flowers in her hairCrazy people tend to be eye-catching.
Flowers everywhere
(I love the flower girl)
Oh I don’t know just why
She simply caught my eye
(I love the flower girl)That phrasing crept into my mind just doesn’t belong in a song that is about love.
She seemed so sweet and kind
She crept into my mind
Suddenly, the sun broke throughClearly, it was crazy, lucidity or a sudden sense of Stranger Danger kicked in and Little Miss Wet Flowers split. Or she saw a squirrel and ran off to chase it. But don’t be sad, Mr. Narrator. It’s not only that one flower you were left with — there’s also that urgent need to wash that hand that was holding hers.
I turned around she was gone
And all I had left was
One little flower in my hand
But I knewThis mention of love that we didn’t necessarily see? I’m thinking certain plot points may have been omitted from the narrator’s version of the story.
She had made me happy
Flowers in her hair
Flowers everywhere
(I love the flower girl)
Was she reality
Or just a dream to me?
(I love the flower girl)
Her love showed me the way
To find a sunny dayAnd, thus, “The Rain, the Park and Other Things” is not so much a song about hippie love as it is about a man who takes advantage of a drugged out girl in a park — which, I suppose, might actually make it the very definition of hippie love, depending on your perspective. The object of the narrator’s affections may or may not be homeless and crazy and the flowers in her hair — and also everywhere, as the song states — most likely got there as a result of her and the nearby everywhere just being beneath a flowering tree during a rainstorm. She probably doesn’t remember the interaction that takes place during the song, and she probably doesn’t like parks anymore, though she’s not certain why.
(I love the flower girl)
Was she reality or just a dream to me?
[trails off into infinity]
Previously overanalyzed lyrics:
- Elton John’s “Rocket Man” is about being gay
- Donovan’s “Mellow Yellow” is about a vibrator
- “It’s Cold Outside” is about date rape
- Tom Jones’s “Sex Bomb” is just filthy
- Vicki Lawrence’s “The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia” is a far more complex song than you might think
- Laura Branigan’s “Gloria” is about a very troubled young lady that may or may not be Laura Branigan herself
- The Carpenters’ “Superstar” is actually kind of awesome
- Men at Work’s “Land Down Under” is improved if restated in common American parlance
- Bruce Springsteen’s “I’m on Fire” kind of makes me uncomfortable
- Jenny Lewis’s “Fernando” is about a teddy bear from The Golden Girls, I’d like to think
- The New Seekers’ “Georgy Girl” is a thoroughly unfortunate character
Funny that you mention this song... The Cowsills have been coming up A LOT lately on my Last.fm recommendation station.
ReplyDelete"And I knew (I knew, I knew,I knew,I KNEEEW!)
ReplyDeleteShe could make me happy (happy, HAAAPPY!)..."
The background vocals are insane, but I love it, whatever it's about!