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What
is it about Seagulls Screaming Kiss
Her, Kiss Her?
One of my favorite XTC songs
is "Seagulls Screaming Kiss Her, Kiss Her." For some reason, it
has always seemed to be a rather ominous song to me, though. When
you read the lyrics, they seem innocent enough; I guess the music
really portrays a feeling of autumn and ending because it's always
seemed to be a dark song to me.
When I first heard it, I was up to my ears in the
writings of Anaïs Nin for a seminar project. One of the stories
in Little Birds is about a man who is asked to watch the
body of a dead woman that was found floating in the sea. (There's
more to the story than that, but I'd rather not offend anyone with
further details.) I guess that, somehow, my mind linked that story
with the song, thereby giving the song a rather morbid flare that
it probably shouldn't really have.
Looking back, I can sort of understand why it happened
that way. Certain phrases in the song pop out at you when you listen
to it, conveying a sense of demise: "dead deck chairs under shrouds"
"November will win her" etc. Plus, "her hair still smells of salt"
is hauntingly reminiscent of some of the thoughts that the man in
the story has about the dead woman.
I realize now that the song is just about a boy
who needs to take a chance before it disappears. However, the imagery
is awfully bleak. Maybe the boy is supposed to suffer from seasonal
depression or something... it's raining, seagulls are screaming,
the sea is grey, the coast is black, there's fog and the descriptions
of the deck chairs and lifebelts aren't exactly the happiest of
all time either.
A couple of years ago, I made a different association
with the song after watching Disney's "The Little Mermaid" at a
friend's house. I'm watching as Sebastian the crab is singing for
Price Eric to "Kiss the girl" the girl being Ariel the mermaid
and for some reason this song popped into my head. Would
a crab singing "kiss her" be more or less disturbing than seagulls
doing the same?
As
a side note, I've always really been keen on the couplet,
The sea is warship grey;
It whispers "Fool!" then slides away.
It has always seemed like a perfect description of an autumnal tide.
That rush of sound in the still air, undefiled by human squawking.
A loud sound yet oddly quiet - rather like the rush of sound and
then noticeable silence that you get when the air conditioner shuts
off in the middle of the night.

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