Nik Kershaw - The Riddle

More music, something entirely different. From the wiki: The "riddling" lyrics caused much puzzlement and speculation among listeners as to their meaning, which was further fuelled by record company MCA's decision to run a competition to work out the meaning - without either telling Nik or even bothering to ask him what the meaning was. Had they done so, they would have discovered that there is in fact no meaning at all - the lyrics were nothing but gibberish thrown together to fit the music, or in Nik's own words: "nonsense, rubbish, bollocks, the confused ramblings of an 80s popstar".

Hmmm, well here are some highlights from the rather esoteric video: Infinite stairways, spirals, breaking through walls, looking glass, 1.22: scullery skull (& bones society), pyramid metronome, sun box. Door knobs on wall. rodents eating 'eyes' in box? Rodents on the mind. waterdoor stargate, dartboard stargate, burning history books (after touching the waterdoor with gloved hand, hmm!). Fried egg mind, riddler shot (remember from Batman Forever movie Jim Carrey's Riddler: "Does anybody else feel like a fried egg?!") 2.01: Painted stairway with sun. Eye mirror, Tweedledum and Tweedledee with puzzle piece, checkered floor pattern and painted on the wall to seem continuing, twin chandeliers, arched windows, distorted mirror, painted doors, etc!

I got two strong arms,
blessings of Babylon
time, to carry on and try
for sins and false alarms
so to American the brave
wise man save.

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground. (stargate?:p)
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right

But he'll never never fight over you.

I got plans for us
nights in the scullery
(1.22: skull (& bones society), pyramid metronome, sun box)
and days, instead of me I only
know what to discuss
Oh, for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you

It's not me you see,
pieces of valentine
and just, a song of mine to keep
from burning history
seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold.

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right

But he'll never never fight over you.

I got time to kill, sly looks in corridors without
a plan of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill.
Thanks to the calling of the wild
wise mens child.

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right

But he'll never never fight.