Arctic Monkeys - I Bet You Look Good on The Dancefloor
Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night) Oh, but you're...
Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night) Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite) Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!
I wasn’t aware that Alex Turner had any kind of experience in optometry. In fact he seems to be working on a potentially ground breaking project where artificial eyes are made. It’s amazing what science can achieve sometimes isn’t it. However he seems to have a bit of a grievance with another of his workmates as Alex has taken offense to this guy making eyes (and then possibly throwing them) at him.
As if that wasn’t a strange enough scenario, Alex admits he secretly enjoys this being done. By this point I think it can be read between the lines that the person making the eyes at him is a lady (unless he’s kept a very big secret) and by the sounds of it she is a bit of a cracker. Well as far as lady-shapes go.
I think their potential relationship could hit a few hitches though as Alex notes that her shoulders are frozen, literally frozen. I have no idea how this could be achieved (not to mention whilst she is still alive) and the result is a hug may be out the question. Alex then finds to his horror that she is also some kind of explosive. This spells another problem for the relationship as if she is unstable they could be blown sky high. It isn’t helped by the fact Alex wants to light the fuse too, possibly signaling a premature end to his indie-rock career.
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor I don't know if you're looking for romance or I don't know what you're looking for I said, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 From 1984!
Alex still ponders about his (extremely hazardous) girlfriends performance on the dance-floor. He seems to think she’ll be good, although I have my doubts as she can’t move her shoulders and she could go up at anytime. I’m beginning to wonder if Alex is dating a women who has undergone some kind of ridiculous medical accident or if Alex is dating a stiff jointed, explosive filled mannequin. Nonetheless he expects her still to be a hit on the dance floor (some could say a bomb). He then finishes this little monologue comparing his love to a Robot from 1984, almost similar to that Shakespearean sonnet. Although I think this ode is a little bit weird as Robots from 1984 were, well…pretty rubbish, as they were stiff; mindless and a bit retarded. As you can see Alex is a really smooth talker.
I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because it's sending me to despair
Without a sound, yeah, you're calling me, and I don't think it's very fair
That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!
Poor Alex, as if the odds weren’t already against him (by going out with an inanimate, highly explosive; stiff; retard) he’s being ignored by the object of his affections. Apparently though she is still calling him up on a regular basis (how the hell does she operate the phone?) which to be fair does seem a little bit unfair on poor old Alex. He then reiterates the problems with her and then tries guessing her name again. Unsurprisingly it still isn’t Rio, especially considering he tried guessing that name before. Not very smart really.
Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and... Dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness!
Alex seems to be the first to admit that this isn’t a conventional relationship (well he can say that again can’t he really). He seems to now look on the bright side and just sticks to enjoying his ‘banging tunes’ etc. As you can see you really can’t keep a northern indie-rocker down. Unfortunately this doesn’t seem to be enough for him as the sexual frustration starts to take over him. I have a bad feeling about what will happen if he tries to hump an explosive mannequin (I mean do I really need to draw a picture of the end result).
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