Music Monday: Not So Manic Now by Dubstar

Music Monday is a meme that was created by Drew from The Tattooed Book Geek. Bjørn and I will pick a song alternatively on each Monday and share our thoughts about them. Bjørn’s pick this week is Not So Manic Now by Dubstar.

There are few songs, from what I know, telling stories of pensioners raped by strange young men pretending to be salesmen, set to a jolly pop rhythm, and released by a major label to become a top 20 single. ‘Not So Manic Now’ is actually a cover of a song by Brick Supply, whose popularity seems to have peaked with the original version of the song placed on a compilation named Music Couture. (It’s actually really good.) 

While the sublime ‘Stars’ is the song Dubstar should be remembered for, ‘Not So Manic Now’ is the one they are. Those lyrics might have caused some controversy among those four media outlets that not just played the song, but actually listened to it. Also, how a young Yorkshire bloke writes a lyric like “You endeavoured as a psycho just to push/And whilst lifting and throwing to the wall/My puny structure of an ageing OAP” is beyond me. And they tell me my writing is dark.

The wind’s whistling
My mind’s twisting
I was making myself the usual cup of tea
When the doorbell strangely rang

Because I’ve been up here for a while
I’m starting to feel the monotony of the tower block
I’m not so manic now
I can uphold the weight of those neighbours
And she’s lifting and throwing to the wall
The post-natal harmonies of youth
When this younger man, twenty-five
Advantageously took away her pride

The wind’s whistling
My mind’s twisting
I was making myself the usual cup of tea
When the doorbell strangely rang

I staggered shaking slowly to the door
Through the frosted panel I could see you
Your intentions as a salesman truly cush
You endeavoured as a psycho just to push
And whilst lifting and throwing to the wall
My puny structure of an ageing OAP
No reason why you chose my flat
Breathing deeply in a trance

The wind’s whistling
My mind’s twisting
I was making myself the usual cup of tea
When the doorbell strangely rang

I’m not so manic now (not so manic now)
I’m not so manic now (not so manic now)
I’m not so manic now (not so manic now)
I’m not so manic now (not so manic now)

Because I’ve been up here for a while
I’m starting to feel the monotony of the tower block
I’m not so manic now
I can uphold the weight of those neighbours
And she’s lifting and throwing to the wall
The post-natal harmonies of youth
When this younger man, twenty-five
Advantageously took away her pride

I’m not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
Not so manic now

I’m not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
Not so manic now x3