Hook

I can’t remember anything from my high school science class, but I can recall tons of random song lyrics.

Funny, ain’t it?

I was washing a dish this morning when I started singing this song from 1994 by Blues Traveler. I was a big fan of this band because of the harmonica.

There’s no deeper meaning to it that I can ascertain, it just sort of came from the ether of my fuzzy, fibro foggy mind.

Well look at that, I remembered a word from my boring science class!

(The dude watching the TV in the video looks a little sketchy if you ask me.)



Hook by Blues Traveler  1994  Written by John. C. Popper
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It doesn’t matter what I say
So long as I sing with inflection
That makes you feel I’ll convey
Some inner truth or vast reflection
But I’ve said nothing so far
And I can keep it up for as long as it takes
And it don’t matter who you are
If I’m doing my job then it’s your resolve that breaks
Because the hook brings you back
I ain’t tellin’ you no lie
The hook brings you back
On that you can rely
There is something amiss
I am being insincere
In fact I don’t mean any of this
Still my confession draws you near
To confuse the issue I refer
To familiar heroes from long ago
No matter how much Peter loved her
What made the Pan refuse to grow
Was that the hook brings you back
I ain’t tellin’ you no lie
The hook brings you back
On that you can rely
Suck it in, suck it in, suck it in
If you’re Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn
Make a desperate move or else you’ll win
And then begin to see
What you’re doing to me
This MTV is not for free
It’s so PC it’s killing me
So desperately I sing to thee of love
Sure but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self
And I can’t keep these feeling on the shelf
I’ve tried, well no, in fact I lied
Could be financial suicide but I’ve got too much pride inside
To hide or slide
I’ll do as I’ll decide and let it ride till until I’ve died
And only then shall I abide by this tide
Of catchy little tunes
Of hip three minute diddies
I wanna bust all your balloons
I wanna burn of all your cities to the ground
But I’ve found, I will not mess around
Unless I play then hey
I will go on all day
Hear what I say
I have a prayer to pray
That’s really all this was
And when I’m feeling stuck and need a buck
I don’t rely on luck
Because the hook brings you back
I ain’t tellin’ you no lie
The hook
On that you can rely

Have a bluesy kind of weekend and don’t play with hooks, they’re dangerous.

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25 thoughts on “Hook

  1. My ex used to be amazed at how I can recall song lyrics. Music is something that has always been part of me, it has been an escape and refuge for me when times are bad, still is.

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  2. I tend to rewrite songs to everyday things that I am doing. To say it can get annoying to my wife would be an understatement. I’ll be doing something, pause and look up, and she’ll say “don’t you dare”. 😜

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  3. I loved Blues Traveller when I was growing up in the 90s. I got real nostalgic when I came across the Roseanne episode where he guest appears. One of my favorite lines was from another hit: Why you gonna give me the runaround? Yeah, it’s a sure fine way to speed things up, but all it does is slow me down.

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  4. I think he gave it away on that one. When I listen to Elton John I hear a similar rant. If you slur the words, we’ll listen over and over again until we get it. By then we’re hooked. “She’s got electric boots, a mohair suit, you know ah red ist eta mebah zeen.” Is it reddest that I’ve ever seen or, read it in a magazine? I still can’t say for sure, even though I’ve Googled it several times. I still forget. And I still listen closely every time I hear Bennie and the Jets.

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    • I always go “Ba ba ba Benneee and the Jets.” I used to hate that song, but it started to grow on me.
      This is a brilliant song. The Beatles had a knack for putting hooks into their songs. Call them the hook-masters.

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  5. Please brace yourself…………….. this is my favorite Blues Traveler song.

    And I always thought he was saying “punch ’em in the titties” instead of “three minute ditties.” Crazy John Popper does ramble kinda fast there…

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    • Wow…I am glad that I fucking braced myself. I can’t believe it’s not lame to you…
      Yes, punch them in the titties…and it’ll always be “wrapped up like a douche” to me.

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