Something 4 The Weekend # 110

Luna: Pup Tent: "Pup Tent" [Mp3]

At first you might think this is a sultry little song about love and lust...The bass is strutting, the guitar is slinky and playful, and Dean Wareham is whispering suggestively, possibly into a telephone...Perhaps to his lover...His first verse expressing an almost innocent kind of love...

Sneakin' a kiss...On the fire escape... A little game of pup tent...With a blanket and a broom... My mind is taking photographs...Of every little thing... Exhibit number 2...A piece of white chocolate...

And the chorus, with it's exuberant music, is a powerful declaration. Dean would do anything for his woman, even cry...Hell, he all but claims to be choking back tears already...

And if you want me to, I'm gonna cry you a river tonight...
And if you ask me to,I'm gonna fall right into your dreams...
And did you know, I feel a chokin' in the back of my throat...

The second verse is where things get a bit tricky...Dean sees his woman, but he's seeing her from a distance now, and it would appear she doesn't see him...Is he waiting for her, and he sees her coming? She appears to be late. Why? Again, he's taking mental notes of the scene, but the word "exhibit" now suggests something other than innocence...Now it's about evidence...Proof of wrongdoing...Maybe she was sneakin' kisses with someone else in the first verse...

I see you walkin'...Walkin' on tippytoes...
Swayin' like a sunflower...On a Spanish afternoon...
My mind is taking photographs...Of every little thing...
Exhibit number 8 ...don't be late...

The third verse appears to support the idea of infidelity...She creeps in, home, but it's a glass house that hides no secrets, and their bed is glass as well, but this time it evokes hardness, coldness, and fragility...And in the end, no matter which way she turns, there is shame...

You crept in...Underneath the radar...
Living in a glass house...Sleeping on a glass bed...
But my mind has taken photographs...Of every little thing...
Honey turn around...And the shame remains...

Ahhh, this is why I love Dean Wareham and Luna...Such a sly, acidic lyricist...Such a solid songwriter and fluid guitarist...Such a great song...

Hotcha! Hank