Looking over my personal music library, one cannot miss the fact that so many popular songs are relationship based. Either the relationship is separated by distance, or there is a new romance stirring the emotional waters, or (the more likely scenario) there is a total breakdown in the relationship for any number of reasons. Given how important relationships are to our species, this should be no revelation.
Then there are the “social statement” kinds of songs; the soul searching songs, and those that cover an historical event. We write songs for so many reasons, and express a wide range of emotions musically, but they all generally reflect a human situation.
Then I came across this one, which posed the academic (because I knew the answer) question “Who would write a song about a mouse? Who would give it a big dramatic ending? Who would do all that without any hint of it being humorous?” You just have to love the range of musical creativity in the 1970’s! Enjoy … a brief look into a mouse’s night!
Got to get beside you ’cause it’s really cold out here.
Come up close to me you’ll soon be warm.
Hold me tightly like we’re sheltering from a storm.
Into the night, and out of this hole.
Maybe find me a meal.
Walking along this new shag pile
Presents a problem all the while.
Nearly the door.
But the light’s been turned on, now he’s blind as a mole in coal.
They’ve blocked off my door,
I’m not sleeping with that thing around here, no.
Alright then, I’ll fetch a box from below,
Guard him carefully, they’re very quick you know.
Must run out quick, better sorry than late.
I’m out on the stairs.
They won’t catch me now, I’ve the run of the house now.
I’ll make it downstairs and into the bread bin.
That would be nice.
A cat is much quicker than men and their eyes.
The chase that ensues can have only one end,
Unless outside help steps in for our friend in need.
His paw is raised, soon blood will spill, yes it will.
The signpost says inside me, let me bear your heavy load.
But it’s not to be, that final pounce
Knocks a jar upon his head, and lays him out.
To take on all those who would fight.
Then comes this monster mouse, he’s ten feet tall,
With teeth and claws to match.
It only took one blow.