No One Knows My Plan (1994)
by Urs Schneider
I have to admit it: Most of the pop songs I really like tend to be older than my students which is a sure sign of becoming some kind of fossil or witness of a period relentlessly disappearing into oblivion. This one also goes into the category of quirky songs that somehow resist meaningful analysis. But who needs analytical depth if you can have a catchy tune, latin rhythms and the nerdy singing of Mr John Linnell?
In my prison cell I think these words
I can see that now
I must be silent
Must contain my secret smile
I want to tell you
you my mirror
you my iron bars
When I made a shadow on my window shade
They called the police and testified
But they're like the people chained up in the cave
In the allegory of the people in the cave by the Greek guy
No one understands
No one knows my plan
Why the dancing, shouting
Why the shrieks of pain
The lovely music
Why the smell of burning autumn leaves
No one understands
No one knows my plan
Why the dancing, shouting
Why the shrieks of pain
The lovely music
Why the smell of burning autumn leaves
In my prison cell I bide my time
Always thinking
Always busy cooking up an angle
Working on the tiny blueprint of the angle
Sketching out the burning autumn leaves
No one understands
No one knows my plan
I must be silent, must contain my secret smile
I want to tell you
you my mirror
you my iron bars
No one understands
No one knows my plan
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