"Cannonball," by The Breeders
Released: 1993
Song sentiment: I'm high?
Original lyrics in blue
Analyzed lyrics in black
VERSE 1A
Spitting in a wishing well. Blown to hell, crash. I'm the last splash. I know you little libertine. I know you're a real coocoo.
After people whisper their hopes into coins and throw them into an underground water source, I project my saliva there. A shift in the wind has sent something to Satan's domain, followed by a collision. After me, there will be no other showy displays. We have met, you diminutive, spiritually unharnessed thinker. I am also aware that you are mentally unsound, truly.
CHORUS
Want you, coocoo, cannonball. Want you, coocoo, cannonball. Hey now in the shade, in the shade. Hey now in the shade, in the shade.
There is a psychologically unhealthy aspect of my desire for a spherical piece of ammunition used hundreds of years ago in ground wars. Currently, I'm shielded from the sun.
VERSE 1B
I know you little libertine. I know you're a cannonball. I'll be your whatever you want. The bong in this reggae song.
We have met, you diminutive, spiritually unharnessed thinker. I'm aware that you were loaded into and then fired from a loud, destructive piece of artillery. Your desires will determine the form I take, even if that form is a marijuana pipe amidst a Jamaican ditty.
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