It must be the first and only time that the word “sacroiliac” has ever appeared in a song lyric. On paper it’s a toweringly cheesy idea, but somehow in song it works: how else to explain the unexpected shiver down my spine on hearing in passing a bar or two from Blondie’s “Rapture”?
I don’t think it’s just pure nostalgia either. Something about the cool, easy way Debbie Harry (oh, how it used to irk me when they called her Blondie! No, that’s a category error, I should have self-importantly cried) drawls: “Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s fly…” makes the unworkable work. Poor old Vanilla Ice, who tried the same thing to practically worldwide opprobrium just a few years later, should have learned from Debbie’s chutzpah: do it first, do it best, then henceforth keep well away from a genre you are plainly ill-suited for.
Like many things, of course, none of this bears closer analysis, least of all the lyrics (“You get in the car and you drive real far/And you drive all night till you see a light/And it comes right down and it lands on the ground/And out comes the man from Mars”, anyone?). But I’ll throw my hands in the air like I just don’t care, and that’s what music is all about.
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Throwing your hands in the air like you just don't care is what it's about because you're a girl!
If you're a bloke, you wait until she goes 'now he only eats guitars'... Cue rocking!
It's a very disco phrase, isn't it? I wonder if the punk version would be throwing your hands in the air because you don't care.
a google search for 'sacroiliac lyrics' turns up half a dozen of so. Parliament, Crosby, Sinatra (The Hucklebuck), Jeff Bates(?), Grndmaster Flash, Black Box's 'Ride On Time'...
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