Hummingbirds Lyrics

So anyway, the idea originally was for me to write down the lyrics… but I screamed blue murder at that suggestion. "Write something else then," the challenge came. I dutifully present the reasons why I SHALL NEVER PRINT THE LYRICS OF MY SONGS ON RECORD SLEEVES:

• i) Embarrassment: as the famous lady said, "I liked 'em big and stupid". To my ears, Joey Ramone tells me more about what I want to hear than, say, Ian Astbury - and what sounds like sheer dumb genius on vinyl always looks like arrant nonsense "in print"…
• ii) Dignity: I don't even write 'em out for the rest of the band anymore, as they always laughed at 'em when I did…
• iii) Lack of Necessity: I seem to be able to remember then anyway* (usually)…
• iv) Career Advancement: would Michael Stipe be the great guru, leader of men, etc., that he is today if any of us had the slightest idea what he was mumbling on about? OR if we knew that he was in fact singing "let me sink my pink torpedo into your hairy harbour of desire"??
• v) Privacy: the songs are usually only directed at one person, anyway*… they have no hidden philosophical meaning or significance of any kind beyond that point, and are only the disgruntled utterances of a diseased (and private) mind…
• vi) Party-Pooping: there's no fun in knowing everything, anyway*, and I'd rather not give the game away completely…

Simon

*Sorry: I didn't mean to use the same word three times…